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[wooliefrand]

WHO: Sheep
WHERE: Pasture
WHEN: Evening 42 - Morning 43

[IT'S NIGHTTIME AGAIN SHEEPIES AND THAT COMES WITH ANOTHER BITTER COLD SNAP.

But man did you know?? Heating and cooling and heating and cooling rapidly is really bad for pipes??

Shepherds - Roll 1d10!! If 5 or lower, congrats, SOME PIPES BURST IN YOUR BARN. Enjoy your flooding! If 6 or higher, you are spared.

Additionally, if your pipes burst, roll ANOTHER 1d10! If 5 or lower, congrats, all your food storage has been soaked and is now inedible! This is fine. If higher than 5, only a 4th of it is soaked.

OTHERWISE, HOW YALL DOING!]

Comments

[secondbornsun]

[ BUT WHAT ABOUT BISCUIT'S FOOD STORES ]

Winter, apparently.

[strateelgic]

Seems a bit sudden...

Is the damage extensive?

[secondbornsun]

[ hang on turning all the loose water to sand ]

[strateelgic]

[That's fine, he can wait!]

[secondbornsun]

[ once he's done: ]

Are ya here t'just gawk or did ya need somethin'?

[ what are you here for. surely not out of concern. ]

[strateelgic]

[Maybe he does just want to gawk. What then?]

I merely wanted to check in on my classmates and see if you required assistance.

[secondbornsun]

Yeah? An' whaddya want for it?

[strateelgic]

You wound me with such an assumption... I only wish to stay on good terms with you.

[secondbornsun]

Funny, I don't recall us bein' on good terms in the first place.

[ with some amusement to his tone though, rather than hostility ]

Fine, I'll humor ya. What kind'a "good terms" are we talkin' bout?

[strateelgic]

Were things not resolved between us? Are we not at least amiable to each other?

[secondbornsun]

Ah? . . . Sure, the slate's clean—that's "neutral". Ya wanna be on good terms with me, ya gotta work for it.

[strateelgic]

Goodness. One would think that, if anything, you should be the one wanting to be on good terms with me right now.

[secondbornsun]

. . . You're wearin' my patience, Eel #1.

[strateelgic]

Well, if you have everything in hand and don't need any help from me I can always offer my assistance to Clover instead.

[secondbornsun]

Like hell I'm takin' help from you without lookin' at the receipt. Name your price.

[strateelgic]

So harsh!

All I want is your friendship, your Tartness.

[secondbornsun]

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. . . ]

Go talk to Biscuit about helping. We'll talk "friendship" after I get back.

[strateelgic]

Foisting me off on someone else... I should have expected it, honestly.

[secondbornsun]

I'm directin' ya to the one who knows shit-all about the relevant mess. I'm still the one payin' the tab.

[strateelgic]

Biscuit knows what to do about exploding pipes?

[secondbornsun]

Nawh, but he knows what all got fucked.

[strateelgic]

He is better at keeping track of those little details, isn't he.

Very well, I'll seek him out.