OOC: Don't worry. As long as you create a new situation by your actions, you will advance the RPG's plot. Besides, we're only posting once a day anyway, which makes time progress in a more realistic fashion. I'm looking forward to what Chronicler does next! I'd like to take this time to congratulate Mr.Odd and Oddey on some great roleplaying
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IC: Nimol raised an eyebrow, "Chief Wapi, eh? Well I'll tell you this much, I've never seen a native Big Bro before... Not even once before I arrived here". Nimol pointed towards the hut door. "We should take the wood outside for now, once that's done we can start getting rid of all this dust and dirt".
Nimol continued to sort out his hut, as he talked to Typo. "I saw a lot of things on my way here, Clakker towns, Mudokon villages, couple of Slig patrols... I'm pretty sure a native Big Bro is a very rare sight indeed".
Nimol started cleaning the floor with a broom. However there was a portrait in a frame which was hanging on it's side, he picked it up. It appeared to be a black and white picture of a Slig. It was hard to tell him apart from any other generic worker however, so he placed it on the floor for now. "I'll have to ask Wapi who used to live here... There must be some reason why this guy left his hut for such a long time and never came back... it looks like he left his gun behind as well". Nimol opened a cupboard and revealed a somewhat dusty standard rifle. Nimol started thinking to himself, "Someone who was outcast from this village? A Slig who wanted to go back to the industry?". He shook his head dismissively and continued with the cleaning.
A few moments later the floor was mostly clean. Nimol reached for two bottles of Brew in his backpack. Nimol handed one to Typo, "Care for a drink Ty?". Nimol opened the other bottle and started drinking. "Man that's some good stuff there".