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It appears we are at a stand-still. Please don't let this one die! This is probably the best roleplay I've been involved in!

> Not much of a reaction to gunfire so far. Wheatley's response was saying that Ivan was going to get everyone killed.

Wheatley stopped when The man started shouting after them. He turned to look at him with a slightly guilty expression. He listened as the man explained his theory. It made some sort of logical sense. At least it made more sense than anything he could come up with. He'd decided awhile ago now that this was not GLaDOS' doing. "Eh-heh... Right. We should probably stick together... But I don't think I want to be incinerated for trying to help. Clearly, she doesn't want anything to do with any of us. Your crazy friend over there-" He pointed at the heavy man. "-is going to get us all killed. So I figured putting some distance between myself and Miss Fireball would be a smart thing to do. A win-win situation. She doesn't have to see me and I don't have to get incinerated." He chuckled and ran a hand through his hair. Now that he thought about it, it sounded selfish. But it also sounded logical. But, then, when has *anything* Wheatley has ever done been *logical?*

> should I wait to post? I should right? Probably. I think we need to give Drake a chance to have Seras and Chii react.

Zmerr eyed the Kitsune carefully. He too had a magical presence. Zmerr had very quickly become a minority. He wasn't particularly comfortable about it, but what choice did he have. He nodded once to signify that he wanted Vincent to sit. "I guess so. Just don't ask for any jerky." He looked at the remaining piece. It was slim and dry. Pretty unappetizing, but there wasn't any hope left for a real meal. He picked up the strip and fit the whole thing in his mouth. He shook out the cloth that he'd brought the jerky in to rid it of crumbs. He folded it carefully and slipped it into his pack. He looked around the group. The little girl, Chii apparently, was happily munching on her piece of jerky. Seras was looking at Vincent. What a mix of creatures. This would be interesting.

Alrighty. It's 3:45 AM here, but I'm doing something. I know that isn't much help to you as our characters aren't interacting at the moment. But I thought I'd at least let you know. -Thumbs up-

-Concerned face- Oh boy.

> He's a scholar from the royal school of pineappolis! -Shocked face- Pineappolis! He's a pineapple?! Aren't they planning on taking the world over?

> God DAMMIT > > I thought mine was impressive! > > I'm going to have to take this up with Professor Dooglebody! He said that mine was the highest! What a scheming son of a frog! Sounds like your professor could use some schooling.

> I can count from potato to firetruck. That's pretty impressive, mate. I can count from potato to cake.