<Thyatira> so, now, we contact the local authorities? or wait? They'll have seen us crashing .. uh, landing
* Khab breaks out her emergency nail file to fix that broken nail.
<Thyatira> OOC: whose nation is Mor'os anyway?
<Khab> OOC: Is that Myroria? I can't remember.
<Thyatira> not sure
<Khab> hrm
<Thyatira> I'll check before posting log
<Khab> checking - maybe I can find it in the National Stats section
<Thyatira> Mor'os, Myroria, as long as we're alive
* Thyatira hopes we're not in Myroria. Sounds like a noise an AFE would make
<Allama> Mor'os is Pragmia. ^_-
<Khab> ahhh okay and you're right, Thy, about the sound, I mean.
<Thyatira> alright. we'll head... that way we're bound to find something to blow up
* Allama looks where Thya points. "Straight up?"
* Allama shakes her head.
<Thyatira> oh,
<Allama> Silly men.
<Thyatira> right
* Khab shares a significant look with Al. Males.
<Thyatira> that way, then?
* Thyatira points
<Allama> Yes, that looks good.
* Khab puts her nail file away.
* Khab also puts away the marshmallows she was roasting over the roaring cockpit.
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