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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Oct 30, 2012 23:47:13 GMT -8
"OK... so if we were backstage right, and somehow we're more "outside" in the open like this... if this has ANY connection to the real world, we're in the parking lot. I'm guessing that blob thing there is the gate... and if we go inside, we'll be back in the school. Is that what we want though?"
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Post by Dr. Jar on Oct 30, 2012 23:49:52 GMT -8
"Hey, you're smart Ian...Well..we could go back..maybe take Izzy back, and push her out, and then we can find the big boss alien..but Ian I don't even have a knife.." He wasn't nearly as tough as he looked. He thrummed his finger unhappily over his metal t-shirt and wished he had all the bite to suit his bark. "Maybe we can push them over too..there are like...cloth cities...yeah? Who's the boss alien though? What if we can't get back to the doors? Maybe I should go alone, what do you think? Is there a killer running around using these as gates? Or are they really alien invaders?"
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Oct 31, 2012 11:13:49 GMT -8
Ian- Maybe since this probably is just a drug trip... but one where you really GO on a trip, we could just try to snap out of it. Ian leaned against a tall cloth shape, holding Izzy with the other arm. Ian- "Ugh... I feel kinda sick. Huh... I know one way to feel better when you use a different kind of drug. Hey uh, look away for a second." He doubled over a bit, and retched. Izzy quickly turned and vomited the other direction. Beef, you totally feel like barfing now, do you?
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Post by Dr. Jar on Oct 31, 2012 12:12:30 GMT -8
"Not as bad as you...was it the candy?" He looks at him quietly. "... Maybe both of you should go out that gate... I'll go on alone." The thought didn't make him feel very good at all, but not like vomiting yet.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Oct 31, 2012 13:45:15 GMT -8
Ian puked all over! It looked like he'd been eating chalk. Izzy barfed again, with a similar look to her vomit. The smell and look of what Beef saw made him so sick he couldn't help but barf too. His feet felt unstable, like the cloth beneath had come thin, and he tore through...
BEEF-- MOVE TO THE COURTYARD
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