Room 121, Thursday evening

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander doesn't appear to be here. The door is propped open with a set of unassembled wooden shelves on which the walnut stain is still drying. Hence the open door, so certain frogs don't start complaining loudly about the smell.

Within, Jeremiah is complaining loudly about the smell.

*Ribbbbbbblrrrrt!*

There's a note on the bulletin board that says "Gone to 227. Don't steal the frog, plz."


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[Here to enable someone's OCD]

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[multi-madrox.livejournal.com]

Jamie looks over at the tank. "Is that frog purple? Or are the fumes getting to me?"

[soldtoarmenians]

Jeremiah knows purple; Kermit knows he's heard it often enough from two-leggy types with pretty much just that WTF tone in their voices already.

*brrarurp!*

//Yes, I'm purple. Also the sky is made of plastic and food comes from it. Duh. Tell me something I don't know.//

[multi-madrox.livejournal.com]

"Huh. Must be a thing with frogs around here," Jamie says grabbing a pencil and a pad of paper and then writing a note that's probably garbled due to the fumes.

"Xander! Your frog is purple! What's your workshop about? -J"


If he signed his name? He'd probably get a better response... but fumes you know.

[soldtoarmenians]

*rbbbrbbllert?*

//...mealworm? Seamonkey? Somethin'? I haven't been fed in at least two whole hours OMG!//

[multi-madrox.livejournal.com]

"Bye frog," Jamie said with a wave as he exited the room.

[soldtoarmenians]

*blert* Jeremiah called plaintively after him.

//...Twinkie?//