May 31, 2010 18:07
[Anathema was in the process of trying to type something up, but getting knocked off her feet and tossed halfway across the room sort of got in the way. after the Junogam stops clattering across the floor and the intercom stops blaring she groans.]
....well. That's fine. I wasn't planning on sleeping tonight, anyway.
[there's some movement as she tries to pick herself off the floor, but a sharp hiss says she doesn't quite get that far.] Ow....
cmt: the prince,
anathema device,
cmt: pepper potts