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[mission0]

(I'm a bit late in coming here but oh well)

Mission walks in just in time to hear Strife talking about a pet table

"A pet table sounds interesting. I wonder how it would use the restroom."

[TheNewerMartianEmperor]

"I'm cold."

[Myroc]

"Cold? Interesting, considering that you are on fire."

[Archangel]

((The tank shouldn't have been able to be damaged that easily, but I'll let it pass))
Archangel walks in from the aquarium. "What the hell did you do to my tank? I can fix it, but I need to know how it was damaged."

((EDIT: I'm a bit surprised that no one made any comment about the fact that Archangel dated a princess. filiusenox, Ocade was unconscious))

[TheNewerMartianEmperor]

"How is that possible? Bones don't make good fuel."

[mission0]

"Hmmm... Fire that makes you cold interesting indeed. Perhaps one of us should put our in in the fire to see if it is cold or not?"


(For any that have forgotten my character is an Anthromorphic dog spell caster)

[Strife26]

Strife, no being around is unable to answer.

[TheNewerMartianEmperor]

"I don't think the fire itself is cold. I just feel cold."

[Vlynndar]

Vlynndar runs after Strife.
"Hey! Wait! That table stole my absinthe!"
He catches up with Strife, picking up the glass.
"I'd better take the tray as well."

He walks back, and looks over his shoulder to say "I don't care what happening around here, but when a table walks off with my drink, I will want it back."

[Nivim]

((You know, last time I animated a piece of furniture I got the same result. People stared at it, then picked it up, then named it and made it a pet.))

A laser beam fires out of a bottle of wine on the rack. Myroc is hit through his ear, left lung, and hat. They are unharmed! A sense of tangyness permeates the room, as though something of great citrus looms near.
The wall to the left of the service door begins shimmering.
The wall opposite of the door gains a noticeable gravitational pull. A skillet full of water and daisies appears on a couch. The skillet smells like play-doh.

[Myroc]

((Once again, i'm a globe of pure darkness. I don't have ears, lungs, hats or anything.))

[Little]

"Mmmm. Smells like oranges."

[Archangel]

"I think I'll put my battlesuit back on. Ernightium* is invulnerable to all reality modification, so I should be safe in it." Archangel moves over to his bag.

((*: Placeholder name. I'm open to suggestions for a proper name for it))

[Vlynndar]

"...But I'm starting to think I've had more of these than I should have."
He takes a sip anyway.

[TheNewerMartianEmperor]

"Bah, this is disrupting my train of thought. I might start repeating myself because of this, and it's disrupting my train of thought, which might lead me to repeat myself, and on top of that it's disrupting my train of thought, which might make me repeat myself."