024 - snakey spam

[fuckitybye]

[Malcolm was en route from the men's bathroom to his room when the flood hit. Now there's a really grumpy (handsomely salt-and-pepper patterned) common European adder (Vipera berus) slithering along the halls. To humans it will sound like he's hissing a lot, but any animals will hear a first-class Malciavellian stream of profanities. Open spam; harass him at will! His eventual destination is the kitchen. Also, I know I owe scheming tags to a bunch of folks; sorry for my fail! I will get to them as soon as I can, promise.]

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[bob-fraser-snr.livejournal.com]

[Bob is wandering (his new status isn't really allowing him the desire to sit still very much) when he comes across Malcolm. The swearing gives him away immediately.] Malcolm? Are you all right?

[lazarusrisen.livejournal.com]

[Adam still was having trouble with all the animals around. It annoyed him to no end. Why did the Admiral think this was funny? Frowning, he paused when he saw a snake on the ground. Instinct took over. Part of him knew that it was a person on the Barge, but the majority of his brain just freaked out. He lifted his foot up, as if to kick Malcom away from him.

Better slither away, buddy.]

[requiresssacrifice]

[SCURRY SCURRY SCURRY. He's off doing, hell, mongoose things. Just scampering around the halls, although, he'd never call it scampering, himself. At the sight of the snake he stops abruptly and just stares.]

[sonotahunter.livejournal.com]

[NO WORRIES. I'm so behind on everything lolol.

Bela prowls up behind the snake, slowing as she reaches him. The tone sounds familiar, instinct toward wariness aside.]

Well, well, well. Having a poor time of it, are we?

[Spam]

[tangentdarko.livejournal.com]

[Donnie hops down the hall. He stops upon seeing Malcolm and stares.]