Not your usual shouting on the network...

[tookashirototheknee]

[There's a not-so quiet freaking out on the network when everyone gets back to Liminal Space. It's worried babble at first, but after about half a second, there's an utter shriek of shouting.]

... Why the fuck is my entire arm silver?! Oh, stars above, how the hell do I get this off?! Can I get this off?

Comments

[carbonatedscientist]

Really, that would be initially alarming to just about anyone, I'd say.

And you're hardly the first person to start screaming on the network. Certainly quicker to calm down than certain other parties I could name.

[tookashirototheknee]

Oh, absolutely. Certain Other Parties have rather a reputation for that.

Where's your lab at the moment? I need to find a bag that doesn't keeps something from conducting electricity, but I'll be there asap.

[carbonatedscientist]

Ah, here, I realize that with the wine it's a bit difficult to find the door these days, but...

[There's a brief mental bit of first-person walking to the door projected there that will hopefully provide enough direction. Yes, that door looks suspiciously like a refrigerator door.]