Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28412230-20170329223926/@comment-28412230-20170412003312

"Cheeky fooker."

''Orion laughed in amusement, eventually snapping on surgeon's gloves as he searched all around the living room for two pop-up tables. Thankfully, he hauled out two of those said tables, and tablecloths as he set them on an empty spot, arranging them horizontally. Finally, he pulled out a peculiar machine, which had two tanks attached to each of it's sides, and an oxygen mask was tubed to it.''

"A'right, kiddos," he announced, blinking his gaze to Dana as he nodded, signalling her to bring out the hacking technology, "We're goin' t' remove you're trackers now. An' since me an' Dana a'ready go' ours removed, I'll reassure you tha' no one will get seriously hurt."