this should've been posted on a windsday

[stagstorm]

Who: The Windblown
Broadcast: Nope
Action: On the Windrose in one of them there 'mingly' posts.
When: 12/5 and onward

[All the room in the galaxy and the cosmos and we only have two toilets.]

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Robert, open for business

[stagstorm]

THUNK.

Robert had managed to hit his head when he first boarded the ship and he had yet to succeed at stopping. For as large as the Marsiva was, Robert was certain this tiny ship might have been able to fit in one of the pavilions he would use when traveling the Seven Kingdoms. It was small and cramped and in no way meant to accommodate his formidable girth or his six and a half feet of height. With each bulkhead he was made to crouch under, he uttered a curse and continued to explore what little of the ship there was.

He was relieved when he finally found a door with his name on it. The contents of the room was a small writing desk, a couch, and a few chairs. Connected to it was a room with a bed for him as well, though even that seemed garishly small. Miserably, he set himself at the desk and stared blankly at the open door leading to the ship's inner corridor.

Gods, but he'd kill someone right now if it meant he'd have a sip of wine just now. It was bad enough to be sober, but it was so much worse to be idle as well.