Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20160216172248/@comment-26104528-20160303082541

"Son of a Harlot, Hargreave doesn't get here until 3pm...what to make you do until then..." The bear scratched his chin, mumbled something about needing to shave a little more and came up with an answer. "Go down to Grillby's and do whatever the head chef wants you to do. He's in on this so you're not making bacon pancakes for anyone. Don't worry."

"And Cord, you're doubts are right...I'll tell you more later." Colby and the others led the Destral over to the elevators where each of the groups split off to start the day. One of the elevators opened up to reveal a sleepy looking Estellia who had just finished a night shift on patrol by the cargo docks.

Poor-fitting suits, baby blue ties...this only means one thing...

"Don't worry, EVERYONE who works here has been through this." with a wink, the tigress re-assured the rebels as best she could before walking off to finally get some sleep.