CLOSED PLEASE LOCK

[Dethuma]

Theta lied in a pile of straw stars that he somehow managed to make in the time they were gone. He stuck out his hands from the pile and gave a thumbs up.

[LadyGalleth]

Church

"Thank God!" I huff, crossing my arms. "Mind telling me what was going on?"

"Um..it's a Freelancer thing." York says.

"What kind of Freelancer thing?"

(( Theta is so cute!!! Now everyone can have one!!! ))

[mandalorian]

"It's not important." Florida told him gently. "Now, little my little Epsilon, do you want to help us make some Toms?" He held up some straw.

[Agent Maine(Meta)]

Maine remained in the straw pile that was used to create the tom dolls and all. He just needed to not think on that moment anymore, it was better for everyone.

[LadyGalleth]

Church

"You mean the thing that just cause Maine to attack me?" I scoff and cross my arms. "No thank you."

"He wasn't attacking you or the doll...he was attacking the jacket. Which got destroyed." York nods at me.

"Oh...that makes me feel so much better." I look around at the two remaining straw figures littered about. "What are you guys making these for, anyway? They're kind of," I poke one's head. "Creepy."

[mandalorian]

"It's to help Maine with his anger." Florida chirped. "But if you don't wanna help, that's okay." He grabbed the Toms he did surgery on and put them up.

[Agent Maine(Meta)]

Maine continued to play with the rubix cube, thought he ended up burying himself into the straw and napping there for now due to how his little rampage had made him really tired.

[LadyGalleth]

Church

"I would, but...I have to go do something." I say, waving bye to everyone and then walking away. I hear York snicker out what I think is something about Tex, but ignore it and go to Tex's door anyway. "Hey." I softly call, knocking. "Is O'Malley in there with you? If so, kick him out."

[mandalorian]

Florida looked over and saw Maine napping. "Aw, my little sunflower." He mused to himself, then went back to finishing up the Tom he never did finish before he saw the fifteen dead Toms.

Tex rushed to the door, trying to be quiet. She opened it and slipped out, trying not to wake O'Malley. "Shush. I'm not kicking him out, he's sleeping. We can just find a place to talk." She mumbled.

[Agent Maine(Meta)]

O'malley was deeply asleep at the moment since he was laying on his stomach, one hand hanging over the edge of the bed, head under the pillow, and his right foot caught in the bars of the bottomside of the top bunk at the moment. How he managed all this in such a short time without being noticed, was completely unknown.

Maine took a nap in the straw at the moment. Half buried under the mess of dried grass and such as he slept.