Forty Two
[Anyone on the sixth floor can notice Wybie opening his door...and having two alligators barrel out before he has a chance to step in. As he's knocked off his feet, the journal opens to pick up the scrabbling of their claws as they make a break for delicious freedom.
They're only a few months old so they're not enormous, but they're still on the loose]
Hey! Come back! Uh...here...boys? Sit?
[Yeah that didn't work. Wybie will clear his throat and dictate a little sheepishly into the journal]
Uh...if anyone sees some alligators running around, they're not really alligators they're swamp ferrets and they belong to me. Just put a leash on them and bring them back to 611. Thanks.
[[ooc: No one's slated to find these guys, so if you want your character to fin a gator, you're more than welcome to do so]
They're only a few months old so they're not enormous, but they're still on the loose]
Hey! Come back! Uh...here...boys? Sit?
[Yeah that didn't work. Wybie will clear his throat and dictate a little sheepishly into the journal]
Uh...if anyone sees some alligators running around, they're not really alligators they're swamp ferrets and they belong to me. Just put a leash on them and bring them back to 611. Thanks.
[[ooc: No one's slated to find these guys, so if you want your character to fin a gator, you're more than welcome to do so]