User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2017/@comment-5837525-20170926212539

Peter: Narco-- Wait, what?

(Finally noticing Sylvia's head on his shoulder, Peter gets a cold chill of dread as he nudges her.)

Peter: Sylvia? Hey. Speak to me. You okay?!

Orbit: ...

(Glancing out the door to make sure the coast is still clear, Orbit kneels in front of the chest and uses his unicorn magic in an attempt to pick the lock.)