 Snake disguised as Raven Browncoat
So, Professor Romanos was asking them to put on a pair of gloves and pair of shoes that would magically fit their hands and feet, drink a potion that would magically prevent all the blood from rushing to their heads, and they would instantly and safely (and magically) be able to crawl around on the walls and ceiling?
Seemed legit.
Nimoe got up and made her way to the boxes of shoes and gloves, giving them an inquisitive look. They didn't look like anything special to her, and more to test what Romanos said than anything else she chose the largest pair of gloves and tugged them onto her hands. When they fit, she grinned and promptly grabbed two shoes from the other box. Considering that she was about to be hanging out on the ceiling, literally, she felt as though she couldn't get the laces tied fast enough.
That done, it was high time to take a drink of the mystery potion on the table. That the drink received a cursory sniff or two was nothing out of the ordinary; she did that with everything. A few quick swallows (aided by a plugging of the nose, just in case) and she was ready to go. |