User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2014-2015/@comment-7345250-20150227044724


 * Goldfin wriggles out of her costume and readies herself for a much-needed shower. Admittedly, she stinks of sea salt and rioting at the moment.

Parlys: "A few thousand planes?"


 * Parlys scowls and attempts to estimate the comet's journey in his head.

Parlys: "There must be some avenue to earth though. Otherwise, the comet would not be mobile right now."


 * Nightwhinny hops into the Mistress Mobile and locks the windshield down over the cockpit. The engine roars to life. The vehicle takes off towards the prison.