"Very good Petrel." You wave a hand. "Your services are finished."
Petrel falls over, eyes white. You manipulate the sand around the area and create a little sandcastle around Petrel, his body limply buried beneath your towers.
You just finish putting tiny windows on your work as the door breaks open.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=73WxZj3eiWYA large hulk of a woman struts through the door, her face red. She is dressed like a millitary seargant, a dull mustard yellow coat smartly buttoned up, a radio attached to her pokeball belt. Besides that the aging woman was pure muscle, you met Hariyamas less stocky... and you are pretty sure this woman couldve bowled them over in sumo.
Behind her is Planny and... ACTUAL TOM!
The woman surveys the scene, her eyes falling on you.
"Miss Niamic. Explain yourself."
"Hey it's not my fault! It's..." You point at Petrel, who remains limp.
Oh yeah.
"Petrel will have his day in court when he is available to testify." The woman speaks tersely. "I asked YOU Miss Niamic. Why have you made a mess of our electrical room." She eyes the shovel in your hand. "Put that away."
You withdraw Sandman sheepishly.
>Write in your best explanation>I could write my own but you guys seem like youve got a lock on the dialogue tree.>Because you kept critting social rolls, you are not gonna have to roll to not panic in the face of authority 