...We already have Bunny halfway into some manic depression explosion of emotion like an ocean flowing with no notion of what is going on with the motion of the potion that drove her down the road of forgotten suntan lotion....

Maps, paper, notes, bone dust, charcoal shavings, all of it flung into the wind that was released like a torrent in the room. The keys jangled against the wall. The door in the column at the center of the room creaked open a crack, pulled by the change in air pressure; inside was a tiny dark enclosure piled with boxes of crackers and flatbread, sealed bags of dried meats, stacks of unlabeled cans, and a ladder that led upward.

The plantlife that grew throughout the room seemed to grow a bit brighter and strained immediately toward the light that was let in. An observant person might realize that within those few moments of light, the little saplings were just a bit bigger than they had been before. The walls creaked -- but then, the entire ship was constantly creaking, wasn't it?

Checking in! It's Saturday and not many people have posted. I'll have to be sure to make the mod post simpler, more sensible, and less crazy-convoluted. It appears the current style of handling action-reaction isn't going anywhere tangible, and even I'm confused about what's going on. I'll think on a different tactic.

In the meantime, mod post (a possibly differently styled one) is set for tomorrow.

Yeah, adventuring time! \o/