For all that's true, for all you do

[shuttermouse]

[ A note goes up on the fridge shortly after Chie signs the chicken petition on Monday: ]



[ Come 6 pm, she has prepared some coffee and tea so people can have something to drink while watching the shenanigans that will happen, as well as hot sauce as penalty for refusing a dare. So come here and have fun, y'all. ]

Comments

[forcegalactic]

You-you sure? [He trusts her and all, but the concern, however dwindling, is still there.] I know I'm as much alive as I usually am, but with the weapons comin' out of the machine, can't but help be a little concerned...

[He holds a hand to his forehead. Feels normal.] Whatever's going' on, it makes no sense.

[ninehundredlives]

I'm sure.

Most things here really don't make a lot of sense, when you get right down to it?