And lo, the remaining members were trapped, no escape for them possible from the ensuing deluging maelstrom. For 40 days and nights, it rained children... Did it, did it rain. Bo was plastered against the window, his face contorted in a shriek of panick... Toga swimming into the whirlpool rescuing her soddened popcorn and teddy bears and half-eaten bagels, her half eating the bagels caught by the lure of a shiny new book about the prawn instead. Shall this be the day the RHLC'ers have been waiting for? A chance to ransack the rained-out ruins of a once and noble ancient house of Whitmire?
Only the winds of time shall tell.
*OOC: If you couldn't tell, we miss yeh Chrissy B!