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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.]

Comments

[afewloosegears.livejournal.com]

Well, it'd take one to somehow... Turn blasted wastelands into something out of ancient stories.

[Is now just pouting.]

Tis the only god that I know of around anymore! Was going after one, some ancient spider machine bigger than towns. Heard of it?

[ceylone.livejournal.com]

I honesty don't have a clue as to what you're trying to speak to me about.

[afewloosegears.livejournal.com]

[Something's off, she can't put her finger on it, though. Maybe a bit of alcohol will help!]

Jus tell me where the booze are and I'll be on my way...

Who gotta kill for a drink?

[ceylone.livejournal.com]

I wouldn't know that sort of thing. Honestly, what sort of person do I look like to you?

[afewloosegears.livejournal.com]

Like someone that lives here. So... What sort of things are around here?

[ceylone.livejournal.com]

I'm just a guest it seems--really, you might do well exploring a bit yourself. In clothes.

[afewloosegears.livejournal.com]

S'great, yer don't knows, huh?

[Is going to take a moment to consider what she just said. Grooooans.]

Ah, Hades... If yer don't know about crap, and this' some magic unknown... Is where yer from, by any chances, bright and full of... Uh... Grasses... Instead of char wastes and dead sky?

[Wait... If this IS elsewhere... She's having a rare insightful moment!]

I'm going to need new gears.

[ceylone.livejournal.com]

Charred wastes and sky? I've never been to such a place.

[afewloosegears.livejournal.com]

Never mind that. Hilde, right? Been pleasure chatting ta yer, thanks!

[As she makes her way to the entrance. She waves over her shoulder.]

See ya, kid!