Croire: I t-think I can handle it. A-And really...? I guess this s-sort of thing would give those a-arms and shoulders a bit of a work out...
-Taking a few minutes to look at what needed to be carried along, the blue-haired youth lifts up one of the boxes and keeps up the pace with Ges- "...S-So where a-are we heading with t-these...?"
edited 11th Apr '17 4:32:23 PM by TheRealWren
Hope you weren't expecting anything witty here. Maybe some day.Jeff appears before the chatting group, leading someone almost by hand. The dude
◊ looks so edgy one could get cut just by staring at him, but his gaze suggests otherwise - he's curious and interested. And utterly silent.
Pickman: ~aside to the guy~ So, well, we need some humidity to survive properly, and... Um, hey folks. ~smiles and waves to pals~
edited 11th Apr '17 4:51:36 PM by TheRiddleOfCards

Mikhail: A plane large enough to carry you?
It must have been a massive transport vessel.
-to the floof- Do you need help?
edited 11th Apr '17 2:59:27 PM by SpartyMcFly
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."