I'm sure the others will be here in a few minutes...
-Allison scratches his head, and unintentionally gets a whiff of himself-
... Oh.. oh dear...
-Allison listens to Gilda-
So, the only other person that could know something about this stuff is also a hobo that plays doctor on highschool kids?
... Well, I guess it's better than what I was planning... I'm in.
edited 4th Dec '13 10:20:55 PM by Tatsumar
Deer-Sits by Gilda-
Wait, you're sure?
edited 4th Dec '13 10:19:27 PM by SR3NORMANDY
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?A herd of us might scare him off. Only a handful of us should go, just in case the worst happens.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?No more than eight or nine of us, to be on the safe side.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?We're getting ahead of ourselves, jesus christ slow down.
He said "Bring as many as you need". Three's reasonable. Eight's a fucking crowd.
Peacock, me and Travis will go check it out, have a friendly exchange, and then get the fuck back here. Sound good?
edited 4th Dec '13 10:31:39 PM by Higginbid
IS THAT ME? AM I THE MOM?-to Merit- Our news isn't new. The same sewer collapse story's been recycled for years and is even set to continue into the next couple of weeks. Stories are recycled around different websites too, so it's definitely not some weird bug in the site code.
Gotta go.
mario is red, i am green, i try my best, but everyone's meanWait, what?
If that sewer had collapsed earlier, I'd have remembered it. We all would have.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?

Aaaaallright.
-Takes a seat on the couch and crosses her legs-
Me and Travis went to check out this Hobo Doctor guy. Found him tying Cloud down to a table. Not after filling him to the brim with a syringe 'fulla yellow shit. Said it had to do something with the archives. He was vague as fuck about pretty much everything.
Well, turns out he caught wise of this before us. And we're running out of time.
He wants to meet us at the intersection on Lincoln Street. Didn't say when. Sounds important.
-Twirls the syringe between her fingers-
We ain't the only ones no more.
You guys in?
IS THAT ME? AM I THE MOM?