User blog comment:Iona123/The Millard High RP - Part Twenty-Two (22)/@comment-1344907-20121111144606

Samson: *meanwhile, still backstage with Castor, looking out from the curtain; waves his arms rapidly* AAAAAAH! WHY'S THERE SO MUCH WATER?!

Castor: Let's calm down, Samson. Panicking won't help us any.

Samson: B-but what's happening?

Castor: *laughs a little, rubbing his neck* I'm the last person you should be asking that question to. Really, I haven't anymore of an idea what's going on than you do.

Samson: What should we do?!

Castor: *frowns, looking around* It should go without saying that we should leave as quickly as possible, but doubtless, that's much easier said than done. *sees a costume closet floating nearby* How about we use that closet as a makeshift raft? Not one of the best options, I suppose, but it looks like that's the best we've got. *wades over to a pair of fake swords strapped on the wall and takes them off, holding them up for Samson to see and nods* We can use these as paddles.

Samson: Okay...

Castor: *with Samson, pushes down the closet into a horizontal position, then climbs on top of it, lending out a hand to help Samson up; once Samson is on top of the closet, hands him one of his swords*

Samson: *with Castor, rowing the "boat" with the swords* I wonder if Dominick, Blanky, and Aeolos are okay...

Castor: I'm sure they're fine. Perhaps we'll see them on the way out.

Samson: Yeah, maybe... *peers around*

Castor: *sighs, muttering mostly to himself* What a chaotic night...first, a dead body, and then a whole flood? Goodness, I shudder to think of what could be next.

((usxfgyudgygy78t long post. Wanted to make up for their silence in the last few pages.))