Koa
"There ought to be a mandatory draft into post-LongNight cleanup." Not that it had quelled his mischief, being made to face the consequences come the light of day. "I don't remember it smelling so bad, when I was a kid," he bemoans, nose wrinkling as he carries a bucket of sloshing refuse, his arms outstretched to keep the contents as far from his body as he possibly can.
Koa and Lena are both diligent workers, a quality which benefits them greatly here. Together they nearly empty the fountain, leaving only a shallow rivulet of sludge slorping through its base. But the job is far from being over and now comes the worst part. Equipped with rubber gloves and boar-bristle brushes, the pair must now scrub the sticky remnants. Try not to vomit from the smell.
Meanwhile, in Ringworld, our poor cloud wyrm has quickly realized it's in over its head. Initially believing itself to have gotten away scott free, the little creature finds it has another thing coming. Because hot on its tail is a great golden eagle, and while the cloud wyrm might be a thief and a rascal, its momma ain't raised no fool. Shrieking its alarm, the beastie drops its treasure, little legs flailing as it skitters through the sky in an attempt to vanish into cloud.
And the ring begins to fall back toward the plaza, glittering gaily in the morning light.
Right.
Above.
The barrel of slorp.
Fountain friends, you got it drained! Time to scrub!
Garbage bois, the cloud wyrm has dropped the ring and it's plummeting right toward the open barrel of fountain slorp! Gross!
-- Each of you, please roll a d2 before writing up your post.
Koa and Lena are both diligent workers, a quality which benefits them greatly here. Together they nearly empty the fountain, leaving only a shallow rivulet of sludge slorping through its base. But the job is far from being over and now comes the worst part. Equipped with rubber gloves and boar-bristle brushes, the pair must now scrub the sticky remnants. Try not to vomit from the smell.
Meanwhile, in Ringworld, our poor cloud wyrm has quickly realized it's in over its head. Initially believing itself to have gotten away scott free, the little creature finds it has another thing coming. Because hot on its tail is a great golden eagle, and while the cloud wyrm might be a thief and a rascal, its momma ain't raised no fool. Shrieking its alarm, the beastie drops its treasure, little legs flailing as it skitters through the sky in an attempt to vanish into cloud.
And the ring begins to fall back toward the plaza, glittering gaily in the morning light.
Right.
Above.
The barrel of slorp.
Fountain friends, you got it drained! Time to scrub!
Garbage bois, the cloud wyrm has dropped the ring and it's plummeting right toward the open barrel of fountain slorp! Gross!
-- Each of you, please roll a d2 before writing up your post.
- On a 1, Ever will catch the ring in time; on a 2, he will not.
- On a 1, Zavien will be able to cover the barrel in time; on a 2, it stays open.
it struck me that the two of us could run
