Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26108027-20180326042543/@comment-26108027-20180328025650

(I will take on this terrible burden for the sake of your comfort)

(*Mock pose*)

It's a Sunday. The ocean wind carries a heavy, damp feel as the sun sleepily breaks through the clouds. Shades of red and orange light gently accent a mall called Poseidon's Anchor, or Poise for short.

The night fishermen are headed for bed, while the morning fishermen are busy tethering their small boats to the Outer Freights. Stores are slowly opening, blinking to life as the salvaged panels soak up the sun's blessing.

It may be chilly now, but the loving rays of light decorating the water promise to cheerfully make it much warmer.