Group story anyone?

[Jean]

...mixed with the aroma of that elixir of life.....a good cup of tea.....english breakfast at that...........

 

[cthulhu77]

she shook her head, side to side, trying to clear out the cloying scent of vegemite, at the same time, attempting to crawl to the door, where Reginald still stood, jaw agape as the mist began to coalesce behind his mentor...

 

[Jean]

....brussels sprouts dropped to the floor as the mist thickened. Joan grabbed her (very cool squid, where the tentacles form the handle) mug in her shaking hands and took a large unladylike slurp and.......

 

[DWhatley]

stared as the leaves began to unfurl.

 

[Steve O'Shea]

A little smiley face was revealed

 

[Jean]

As Joan was contemplating the weirdly grinning image in her mug, she heard a loud ROAR which seemed to emanate from the floorboards beneath her feet (which was strange in itself, as the building was made of poured concrete slabs), the roar changed into the eerie wail of a Ban Sidhe (banshee). Reginald dropped to the ground and rolled under his desk, but Joan gently put her mug down on her slime covered desk and pulled herself up to her full hight of 4 foot 10 inches (in heels) and......

 

[DWhatley]

answered the call, startling herself with unfamiliar but instinctive action.