ITP: Not Thorsday

[say_thee_nay]

[Meanwhile, at the Mess Hall...]

Well-met, my campground compatriots. I understand there have been certain... developments... within the encampment of late.

I do not know what these are. Thus, I have made pancakes.

[... there are a lot of pancakes. Partake of them and share your rumors.]

((OOC: Bedtime now, but I'll pick up old and new threads

Comments

[doctorquincy]

. . . Pancakes . . .

[doctorquincy]

It is. But if it's true, then we may be up against something much more powerful than just another monster.

[say_thee_nay]

That is ominous, yet not altogether surprising.

[doctorquincy]

Ah.

[say_thee_nay]

This entire scenario... feels... like unto a threat--yea, a threat greater than any we have faced since the anniversary of May of last year.

[doctorquincy]

It's quite possible that it is.

[say_thee_nay]

Then we shall meet it--and woe betide our foes when we do.

[doctorquincy]

[smiles a little at that]

Yes.

[toughcloaca]

Offensive to personal tastes? Never seen food like this before. Earth cultural dish?

[doctorquincy]

. . . It's more of a Western thing.

[toughcloaca]

North American! Yes. Have been doing Earth research. Knew a little, but prudent to brush up on knowledge while trapped here, regardless of area of encampment.

[doctorquincy]

[heh]

It's never a bad idea.

I'm glad you're here, though. I had wanted to talk to you.

[toughcloaca]

Of course. Haven't been in hospital area lately, too much exploring to do. Preparation for future events. Have received the notices. Ominous.

[toughcloaca]

What was it you wanted to talk about?

[doctorquincy]

About the upcoming . . . developments, actually. Dr. Faust had mentioned you were looking into the labs?

[toughcloaca]

Ah, Dr. Faust. Strange individual. Answers questions, poses only more impossibilities and irregularities... am fascinated with him. Taller than a krogan, too.