Basala *DEPRECIATED*

OOG: I think you have character ADD.

OOG: I think I do too.

"Lay down on your side!" Urijoshi shouts to Nightfall

NIGHTFALL:
Vomit shoots out from the shadow where Nightfall is, "Ow!"

STYX:
"Maybe we shouldn't let him drink ever again." Styx says.

Urijoshi shrugs her shoulders, "It is kinda funny though."

NIGHTFALL:
A hand comes out from the shadows, scoops up some of the black vomit and throws it. It lands at Urijoshi's feet, "It's not funny! It hurts!" Nightfall yells.

Urijoshi takes a step back. "Rule of thumb, take things in moderation, don't get greedy," Her eyes light up once again, "How about there be some sort of, I don't know, an age limit on who can drink. This might be even better than the lahy-brer-ee idea!"

NIGHTFALL:
Another ball of vomit gets thrown from the shadows and lands at Urijoshi's feet again, "Shut up! Beer good, and I'm gonna keep drinkin' it." After finishing the sentence he violently vomits and more black goo shoots out from the shadows.

OOG: Seeing how many flaws I'm giving to Nightfall since not much is going on.

The member 'Styx17' has done the following action : Dice rolls

'd4' : 2

OOG: Okay, Nightfall is now Gullible and has Autophobia.

OOG: Nightfall gullible? Naw
lol

Sarabi looks at the balls of vomit and scrunches his muzzle in disgust, "I really hope you intend on cleaning those up"

NIGHTFALL:
Nightfall gets up out of the shadow, grabs all the vomit off of everything and pushes it into a big ball and moves it outside. "There, its all gone."

After a considerable amount of time, Mots departs her studio and makes he way down the stairs to the main floor with a canvas in her arms.
As she descends down the stairs, she lets out a sigh. "It's been a while" she says to herself.

Upon reaching the last step, she notices new and old companions reacting to and cleaning the large mess left all over the shop.
She turns in repulsion, shielding an oddly familiar painting.
"Uhhh..." she whether to ask or not.

NIGHTFALL:
Nightfall looks over towards Mots, "Oh, hello again." He looks around at the shop, still stained in some places with black vomit.

"The faeries in my stomach escaped and made a mess." He explains.

"Uhh... okay?" Mots winces, looking no less confused.

Stu walks back into the shop, picking twigs and thorns from his beard.

"Bah... Nature can go to hell." He grunts.

NIGHTFALL:
"Where were you?" He asks Stu.

"I went though a walk in the forest, to see if it was what I remembered from so long ago."

He picks a thorn from his forearm with a slight cringe.

"It was." He sighs.

"Good to hear" Mots quips, raising an eyebrow in Stu's direction.

"Anyway, whatever this stuff all over is, it better not have gotten all over any of our inventory. Especially my paintings. I'm not repainting anything that you all may have ruined."

NIGHTFALL:
"Don't worry most of it was on the ground... Most of it." He says.

OOG: I cannot make it to the next meet (the 11/14 meet) Julian can't pick me up and I have to stay home apparently. So yeah, I can't go.

Stu yawns, "Some bitch, huh?" He chuckles. "Figures. A woman drove everyone mad!

I need a drink from my uhh..." He pauses. "Nevermind" He says as he walks out the door of the shop.

NIGHTFALL:
"Lets go get a drink then!" Nightfall shouts.

STYX:
"I don't think that's a good idea..." Styx says.