Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-36289716-20181209003756/@comment-26892768-20181219181736

And while all this is happening, the two women newcomers...are busy trying to get the goop off and being generally disgusted.

Seems neither of them likes being goop being spat onto them.

"Ah, jeez..." The younger of the two is wiping herself off with her hat's massive hands, looking at her chest as she wipes the goo off of it. "That is really uncomfortable."

"Maybe you should invest in a change of wardrobe, eh, circus girl?" The older woman chuckles, before sighing as she tries to flick the goo off of her body. Her cat ears are flat against her head now. "...really hope this didn't get into anything..."

The younger woman looks at the older woman for a moment, observing as she wipes off her scars, before speaking up. "Hey, Fortune."

The older woman blinks, looking at the other in confusion.

"Stand still." Is all the younger says before wiping the other woman off with one of her hat's hands. The other woman is dumbstruck for a moment, unsure of what to say, but then finds her voice.

"Uh...thanks?" The older woman looks at the other. "Why did you do that, exactly? You didn't plant a bomb or me or something, did you?"

"No, I was just being nice." The younger woman sighs. "Look - we both have our grievances about each other, for various reasons, but the thing is...we can't really do anything about it in here. I'm not saying we have to like each other; all I'm saying is that maybe, if we work together, we can get out of this dump and then we can be at each other's throats. What do you say?"

The other woman looks unsure, rather hesitant to work with-

"Did I mention that our first order of business would be going after the plant that spat that goop at us?"

"Well, I'm sold!" The cat-like woman holds out her hand, and the other one shakes it. "Nice working with you, Cere...Cere...uh, what was your name again?"

"Cerebella. Stage name, but like hell am I giving you my real one." Cerebella replies.

"Ooooooooh! Cerebella - like that one part of your brain, I get it! Did you get that name because you have a big head?" The cat woman asks with a wide grin.

"...you are really going to push my patience, aren't you, Fortune?" Cerebella sighs.

"Hey, you didn't say anything about liking each other, now did you?" Ms. Fortune points out.

"Just shut up and help me find the plant." Cerebella walks off, with Ms. Fortune following.

Meanwhile...

The hip hop music seems to be getting closer, for some reason. Of course, the reason for this is because of the source of the music is Ryutaros - or, to be more precise, his headphones - who is currently dancing along to the song along with the Inkling and splattering the walls with orange ink along the way via a borrowed Splattershot. The Inkling is using her brush.

They aren't close enough to be seen yet, but they soon will be.