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**Selym**

*appears to have an idea*

*to jhe90*

Tu es une vache.

**Buttery Commissar**

[Stands up and grabs Napoleon] Hey! Vous ne pouvez pas parler à une dame de cette manière! Même si vous êtes un empereur.

**War Kitten**

*staggers out of the Repressor and sits down on the ramp*
*holds head in hands and stares at the ground*
*looks very disheveled*

**Selym**

Buttery Commissar wrote:
[Stands up and grabs Napoleon] Hey! Vous ne pouvez pas parler à une dame de cette manière! Même si vous êtes un empereur.

Je suis désolé, mais il est ennuyeux ici !

*somehow offended*

**Buttery Commissar**

[Signs and drops Napoleon] Pas d'excuses.

[Leads WK to sofa and provides mug of tea]

[Heads to bed in butter tank]

**War Kitten**

*drinks the tea then crawls onto the sofa*
*pulls blanket over head and goes to sleep*

**Verviedi**

*A tiny, yet incredibly bright white pinprick in space itself appears in the corner, stretching itself wider and wider, until V steps through, looking marginally less depressed*
I solved that problem as I solve most non-engineering problems. I located the abstract concept of why I was so damn miserable, and shot it in the face.

OOC: The problem was much more minor that I originally believed.

**War Kitten**

*beans Verviedi in the back of the head with tea cup*
I'm trying to sleep here. Keep it down!

**2BlackJack1**

*hand flies towards his face*

Wha- how did you-

*sighs*

You take feral kroot for a walk, and it's inevitable that someone will come asking questions, regarding the ferals and my duties as Shaper.

*fails to stifle a grin*

And, I must say, I did my best to answer those questions. Is that so terrible?

**ZergSmasher**

*A bunch of various Zerg creatures start walking, shuffling, and slithering by*

"Nothing to see here, and we're not attacking you...for now."

*A loud sound of flesh hitting metal, as well as the sound of shock absorbers can be heard by everyone*

"What is that?"

*Looks and sees an Ultralisk that has mounted the Butter Tank and is apparently trying to mate with it, causing it to rock violently on its springs.*

"Brutus! Stop humping the yellow tank! You and the tank should get a frickin' room!"

*Shoots Brutus the Ultralisk with a needle spine. It leaves the tank alone and walks off to sulk.*

"Sorry about that, he was just lonely."

**Buttery Commissar**

[Butter Tank beeps in distress and hides behind sofa unconvincingly]

[Leans out of tank] What the actual feth? Was there an earthquake?
[Tank beeps quietly]
Oh? Oh! Well next time anyone touches you and you don't want it, you taser them with your sparky part, okay? [Pats tank]
[Returns back inside for the night]

Ooc: Glad to hear you're okay, Verviedi.

**jhe90**

*steps out tank looking tidy again and have redone armour properly*

Hello (cheerfully)
*looks at b2j* what I am to think, at night, down the secluded jungle path to the northern clearing and not coming back for 3 hours, motion sensors....

*sits making tea*
Og, wk, see you are alive, and you did agree to that one. *offers tea*

*happily drinking tea and eating a bowl of fruit*

**Selym**

*sees Verviedi*

Qu'es-tu ?

**jhe90**

*looks at selym clearly*

Non misour Napoleon. Non.

*back to tea*, you have to be honest.

**Selym**

Tue-la !

*points at jhe90*

*stands there like a wally for a moment*

*realises his army got killed by the Brits*

*sits down*

**jhe90**

*laughs* you and what army

Calmly sits drinking tea and chatting to maria and the deamonette.

*looks at room*
I know this looks insane.

**Verviedi**

I'm in here for ten minutes and some monster tries to bang a tank. Am I hallucinating again? Not enough f-
Gak.
*Sprints into the kitchen to drink some water and eat some food*

**jhe90**

Welcome back, no, that was a bug humping a tank. There is a ainciant leader from terras history and two sisters and a deamonette are chatting along without killing each other.

*animated pointing to various people and laughter*

**War Kitten**

*hurls another tea mug*
I'm trying to sleep here!

**jhe90**

Hey, nearly hit me. ... (maria) *looks annoyed for a second*

*the three in kitchen go back to repective places *

**War Kitten**

*gets up and stretches and goes to check the mail*
*tosses a package to Jhe*
From the medical board apparently

**jhe90**

*catches package and opens it*

New revised texts on battlefield wounds
Threat book, updated plaques of the empire
ooh, new laser scalpel and...

oh....
wait, wrong maria. The summons is for a Maria of the Medical corps not sisterhood. phew.

*walks off with books and thanks wk*
oh yeah hands a latter. it was hand delivered while you where asleep by some shady person who would not remove a hood.
Though rather creepily, it looks like it was written in blood?

*hands over the plain letter*

**Tactical_Spam**

Tu dois cesse parler français.

Ou tu dois ne cesse pas?

**War Kitten**

*takes the letter and stares at it like it's venomous*
I'm not sure I want to know what this is...

**jhe90**

*calmly replies*

I scanned it before handing it. No known poisons, toxins or such. The paper has a high lead content but that's it that will kill you and have to eat thousands to kill.

Still creepy...

**War Kitten**

Well, it's written in blood. There are only two people I know who would do that, and one of them ran off with an Archon. So that just leaves one person

**jhe90**

*Marla walks over*
Oh letter, Maria told me *pokes with odd tool* nope, no poison. Not that I don,t trust marias verdict.

Still creepy as hell. Is it written on some form of skin.*shudders*

So who is it from?

**Buttery Commissar**

[Shuffles out of tank and looks around] [Tank beeps sadly]
[Sighs and climbs up and sits on the roof] It's okay, the scary animal is gone. [Pats turret] We could knock over some boxes, if you like?
[Tank trundles excitedly in circles]

[Hops down and sets up piles of cardboard boxes] Anyone is welcome to join us.

**War Kitten**

*continues to examine the letter*
Hmm

**jhe90**

*Maria walks over to tank gently places hand on it and talks quietly*

Tank beeps happily. Its ok, *pours in can of good promethium*
That's better, bc you should use better fuel, its engine hurt from last batch.

*Marla continues to try and get wk to open letter*