"I wonder if they have any openings for security?" Deimos asked.
Rime was resting his head against Dr. Zanasiu's shoulder. Dr. Zanasiu poked Rime. "Rime, not here. Save it when we get back to our room or get a hotel room." he whispered.
"Sorry." Rime replied.
"Do they need a cook?" Dr. Kerzach asked.
"I'd ask if they need any openings for a molecular biologist but I'm fairly sure the answer is 'no'." Dr. Zanasiu deadpanned.
"Hey, you're quite the shotgunner. You'd be useful as a guard." Deimos replied.
"You'd make a great sniper."
"Well, I do have a predator's vision and that translates well to sharpshooting. Speaking of which, I wonder if we can bring our own weapons if we get the job of guards?"
Strut sighed. "Deimos, please don't bring grenades there."
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In the Great Valley, Mr. Bigmouth was preparing some herbs. Coryth, the Swimmer, was injured in a training exercise when his sparring partner accidentally broke few fingers with a stick.
Ms. Swimmer was sparring with Lam. Ms. Swimmer had her trademark twin sticks. She dodged a spear thrush from Lam and retaliated with a short jab that was easily dodged.
Even if the thrust had hit her, it wouldn't do much other than leave a red stain on her skin as the spear head was actually a spongy fruit that was soaked in red fruit juice.
Ms. Swimmer dodged another spear thrust but stepped into a small hole in the ground. Bizarrely, the hole swallowed her, sticks and all.
Lam dropped his spear in shock and ran from the strange hole.
Mr. Bigmouth had prepared the herbs and was getting ready to deliver them when he stepped into a small hole that he couldn't get his foot out of.
"Damn it! Why does this happen when I need to get hers to someone?!" he muttered as he tried to pull his foot of the hole.
Eventually, the hole began sucking him down. He swore and grabbed a stone tipped spear before he was sucked down and vanished.
(OOC - the Great Valley I'm using is the Twilight Valley version.)