Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26510374-20170909044048/@comment-26510374-20171018050428

Today, Claw wore a small bottle on a chain. The bottle contained a bit of orange fur.

Dr Clayton and Dr Retoil, among others, were around. They were attempting to soothe the tension between the two seperate department employees.

They greeted her, and attempted to go into a conversation, but they were stopped by a sudden, loud argument which neither of the animals whom had initiated it seemed to know why it was even occuring.

After a drunken screech from one, it grabbed the nearby punch bowl and hurled it at its opponent. Chaos erupted in the crowd. Food flew on both sides.

A flash of yellow fur. Claw felt a sharp jerk and the bottle on her necklace snapped off its chain. Dr Retoil took off, dashing out the door.