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[fleabit.livejournal.com]

[It's a beautiful morning outside of the Tower.

Or it would be. If anyone could see more than a bit in front of them. The sun's breaking over the horizon a bit, just penetrating the fog enough to shine a bit of light on two women. One is pale and tall, with wild and tangled hair, on her back snoring still. She's in cheap pajamas provided by the inn she was sleeping at, the buttons not quite done right. They also seem a size or two too small for her.

The other woman is about a foot shorter than her companion, curled up next to her. Her skin is a bit tanned and she's in nothing but her underpants, her hair tied back behind her. Something about the way the ground feels jolts her awake first. Last they checked, they didn't pass out on someone's freshly watered lawn.

You know. If either of them actually knew what a lawn was.]

Whuu? Where's I at now? [Glances around and blinks, not recognizing the green under her] Oh. What in Hades' name? Ah Raggy Raggy, git uppa!

[Raggy growled a bit, bolting up with a start, eyes wide as she looked over at her friend.] What? Raggy up! Raggy up! What Dirty Miri want? Raggy dream of jerky and--- Rrrrrr, bright! [She immediately buries her face in her hands and gnashes a bit, flailing in place.] What Dirty Miri do now?

[ooc: Joint intro for Raggy and Miri! Each girl will respond to you separately. Forward dated to sunrise.]

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[afewloosegears.livejournal.com]

Not MY fault this time! I need boots... [Rubs her eyes and groans, too bright. Way too bright... Wait a minute, something's wrong.] Gotta get up and find the sneaking giant and singing pest. Now.

[fleabit.livejournal.com]

Need shirt. Dirty Miri orbs are out. Not mannerful, hrmf.

[She flops on her stomach to hide her face better. Why's the ground smell so...fresh?]

No wanna. Bright. Hard. Ow. Wet. Big Alex and Savor off hiding in trash can. Always are. Rrrrrr.

[afewloosegears.livejournal.com]

Screw manners, where are we? And what is that?
[Is... Just pointing at the green under her. Seriously, what's that?]
Never seen this crap before. We wasn't in all this fog and light before!

I better still be drunk...

[fleabit.livejournal.com]

Screw for your machine. Not manner.

[She tries to squint out of the corner of one of her eyes up at you. Girl what did you drink?]

Raggy no see it either. It soft. Itchy. Feel like flea.

[Now she's sniffing in your general direction.]

Dirty Miri drink? Oohh, bad. What if some guy see Miri orbs?

[afewloosegears.livejournal.com]

Really gotta get that singer to teach you the finer point.

[Just gives Raggy a poke. Not even a drop this time, only the hardest thing ever! Yup. Too sober for this.]

Get up, we gotta find 'em. The guys can just watch!

[What is shame? She's more interested in THAT DAMN LIGHT!]

And maybe figure out this forsaken brightness...

[fleabit.livejournal.com]

[Okay fine, you win. You and your dumb topless face. Yes, that insult makes sense somehow. She'll lurch up and snarl at the light, eyes trying to focus.]

Raggy need snack! No can help if weak. Burble burble.

[Yes, she's vocalizing her stomach growlings, what of it?]

[birdmetaphor.livejournal.com]

[Robin was going out there to see if any of the fog had lifted with the sun... ... ...and it hasn't, so that sucks.

But hearing two unfamiliar people out there is interesting enough for him to wander closer. maybe they're native, or maybe they're just... new.]

Hey, what's going on over here?

[afewloosegears.livejournal.com]

[Huh, sounds? Someone's talking? Oh, there! Something in fog.]

Who's there?

[Wait... This thing might know something about here!]

There be good bar around?

[birdmetaphor.livejournal.com]

[he already likes this person. he'll make his way into view...]

Not much in the way of bars. There's a kitchen with booze in it, though.

[afewloosegears.livejournal.com]

[Booze? Good enough a start for her!]

How about boots? Or are there still nasties around to off for 'em?

[Gonna make her way closer, sounds friendly enough! Is squinting rather hard from light, though.]

What the hell are them greens on ground?

[birdmetaphor.livejournal.com]

I haven't run into anything nasty except for a woman with particularly sharp teeth, but she doesn't have shoes fit for much of anything.

But boots--maybe? [he shrugs, sizing this woman up a little. the question has him... confused. he looks down.]

What, the grass?

[afewloosegears.livejournal.com]

[Not much to size up here, being a tad short and in panties! Stops rather suddenly at mention of grass, though.]

Grass... Seriously?

[She heard about this... In some ANCIENT books... Joy of living on a dead world!]

Hahaha, next thing yer's tellin' me that light's from sun!

[fleabit.livejournal.com]

[Sup, duder? Raggy's here, her Grimoire on her head, open, wearing it like some kind of cool hat, waving.]

Hi, hi! It morning? Urf, still tired. Wanna bed.

[birdmetaphor.livejournal.com]

[huh. that's kind of a weird thing. he waves back, a little.]

I guess you can sleep some more, but you might catch cold out here.

[ceylone.livejournal.com]

[ well this isn't what she expected to see when she pokd her head outside for some nice morning air ): what is it with the humans around here and being naked, gosh ]

....

[afewloosegears.livejournal.com]

[Is just going to derp around here in the fog a bit, not exactly the most attentive here!]

This place's weirder than that Bone Knights' place...

[ceylone.livejournal.com]

.... [ like a lost puppy ]

Lost?

[afewloosegears.livejournal.com]

Ach. Kid. Where?

[Is going to blink and squint at you, taking a moment.]

Oh, right, yer should go back home, s'not safe here... And show me the way to...

[Bar? Nah, kids don't know about drinking.]

Uhh... The place with beds.

[ceylone.livejournal.com]

... [ oh gosh noooo so cultured ]

There's a tower before you.

[afewloosegears.livejournal.com]

Oh. So there is.

[Looks between this... Odd kid. And the tower, squinting.]

Guess here's safe. Why's it so bright, though? And green? Where am I?

[fleabit.livejournal.com]

[Gosh, Hilde, Raggy at least has a badly buttoned top on! She's trying!

Raggy waves, her Grimoire open on her head like a sweet hat.]

Hi! Morning! You small.

[ceylone.livejournal.com]

...And you're quite the sight.

[fleabit.livejournal.com]

[Look at that wide smile she's got! She thinks she's being complimented.]

Yuh, Raggy big, Raggy tough. Lots to see!

[ceylone.livejournal.com]

Well you're certainly something. What on earth are you doing?

[fleabit.livejournal.com]

Uhh, wake up? Raggy was just sleep. This not Raggy bed. It wet.

[Grass is distressing, don't you know?]