[ The tension in this room is a buzzing, alive thing, made no better by the water now threatening to reach their knees in so short a time. (Well, G’raha’s knees. Emet-Selch’s knees remain well above the water level, for now.) ]
Bully for us.
[ Would that the room was as dry as Emet-Selch’s tone. He yanks open another drawer, pulling out files. The ones that yield nothing, which is all of them, get stacked on top of the cabinet or discarded in the water.
Speaking of the water, is there something in there? Emet-Selch seems ignorant of its presence, but there seems to be… faces? Floating in the murk. ]
no subject
Bully for us.
[ Would that the room was as dry as Emet-Selch’s tone. He yanks open another drawer, pulling out files. The ones that yield nothing, which is all of them, get stacked on top of the cabinet or discarded in the water.
Speaking of the water, is there something in there? Emet-Selch seems ignorant of its presence, but there seems to be… faces? Floating in the murk. ]