Who: Pygnus and friends Where: Pyxis dorms When: Day 184, evening What: Memories, danger, INTRIGUE
[A normal evening is happening at Pyxis tonight. The gourmet aroma of dinner simmering is wafting back from the kitchen. Knuckles, though bruised and cut, are not iced like real men where they are. Glass lumps of unrecognizable but AWESOME things are on the table...
It is in fact almost boringly peaceful before Big Sis walks back into the common room, an unnervingly dead... pastel colored squidrat dangling by one tentacle in her hand, and the other has a few berries in it...]
... Someone explain these. The stew keeps spitting them out.