Orym: Letters, how's your mood right now?
FCG: Real bad!
Orym: Show me on the puzzle.
*FCG does so*
Imogen: We need to install an actual [stress] meter on the outside of his body.
FCG: I could do that. That's a great idea. (OOC: I'm going to write that down so I remember.) Like a Mood Ring.
Imogen: Oh, it's turning red.
Imogen: He's real angies! Laudna: He's in love!














