Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13488655-20161111105839/@comment-26104528-20170107080323

"And risk getting cheesed and shot down?" Fritz retorted to Gretel as the Adjutant took off to find a legal parking space.

"May I ask what is the quickest way to the tenth floor?"

Upon hearing this, the guard quizically looked at Osiris and then looked over at Fritz. Her grip on her dart rifle tightened as she beckoned for the more familiar looking cyborg. His face went slightly pale and he quickly walked over.

"If the camel has two humps and it's wearing a red hat, has the bonfire been lit?" she asked as Fritz saw the scene and breathed a sigh of relief that nothing happened.

"A maiden dreams she has fallen asleep under a bell. She wakes up with no memory of her vegan lunch. What color are her shoes?" was his reply. To this, the guard chuckled and glanced over at Osiris again. Turning back towards Fritz, "Back in High School I saw my history teacher eat a tuna sandwich. Last week I found out it was actually my tablecloth. When was bedtime then?"

The cyborg paused, as if he was trying to recall something. "If all the igneous rocks sang kumbaya around a bonfire, then I could happily retire."

At that, the guard smiled, shrugged, and stepped aside.

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The inside of the hospital took strong influence from the American Southwest. Warm, creamy orange hues mixed with light pink. The wall art showed panoramic photos of desert landscapes, and a potted thornless cactus was placed at every hallway intersection.

As they walked, Fritz tapped Osiris on the shoulder and whispered into her ear. "Just a heads up, but we're not here as regular visitors. We're here as Flagg so the guards and certain staff might talk to us a little differently as you just saw. I'll explain everything later but for now, let me do the talking." he tried to be sympathetic though. All of this was very new to her; no fault in stepping on a landmine if you didn't know there was a field there in the first place.