Fire Drill!

[itsjustthebots.livejournal.com]

[Very suddenly at about 3:00 PM on Friday, an alarm starts blaring throughout the whole Satellite. Red warning lights at the doors begin flashing along with the very loud alarms.]

[Gypsy shows up on Cambot’s screen, wearing a fireman’s hat. She looks Serious Business...as Serious Business as a robot can look, anyway.]

Okay, everybody! This is a fire drill! Line up right here on the cockpit right away! Then we have to proceed in an orderly fashion! Let’s go, go, go!

[OOC: Your characters can show up here and tag in whatever order they wish as they follow Gypsy in an orderly fashion around...the cockpit. This may peter out quickly as characters fast discover that they aren’t actually going anywhere. If you want, you can even tag in a continuous chain behind Gypsy with just one tag per character, passing on your conversation down the line.]

Comments

[verygassy.livejournal.com]

Oh....Oh!!

[The Conga? Minako brightens up.]

ALL RIGHT!! FIRE DRILL CONGA!!

[youreallweirdos.livejournal.com]

[And somehow, Sam gets caught up in this conga line. Because that's what happens when you're trying to worry about safety.]

Wait. Wait! Just what are you doing?!

[sailorlaughter.livejournal.com]

The conga, silly! Come on, shake those tail feathers!

[youreallweirdos.livejournal.com]

I will do no such thing! This is supposed to be serious! [And yes, he's still caught up in the line.]

[sailorlaughter.livejournal.com]

Well, duh! NOTHING is more serious than the CONGA!

[meh-feet.livejournal.com]

...It would probably be a good idea if I was at the head of the conga line.

[Because she can't ==> quickly retrieve arms from safe. Still, she's conga-dancing as best she can.]