Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13488655-20131125153925/@comment-10380701-20140606112609

Noname noticed Gretel's slight panic. "Protip: When things fail, ad lib." she adviced as she took her position in the stage.

Azalea and Rina made their way to the play. It was mostly packed. "Oh crud. Looks like we're a little late. Let's at least try to find a decent spot to sit in." she recommended.

"Yeah, perhaps we can smuggle a nuke to White Fang's headquarters or something." Ivory joked. "Anyways, can we get back to Moby, please? I'm getting concerned."