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[Nivim]

 [These text adventures look to be fun, so I thought I'd try one. The one is going to be serious, but I wont gripe about silly actions unless there isn't anything else.]

 Your vision is filled with the dancing flames of a merry hearth fire and the folds of your blanket. You are curled up in a chair of some sort, with your head against in the nook of the wings. You are warm, cozy, and disinclined to move.

 [Guess what the first challenge is?]

(Currently the command format is:
( ) means it's out-of-character, or more specifically, it will be taken as purely conversation on the thread. The exception is when it is embedded in command text.
> would denote an action, but I've been both kinda lenient and kinda harsh in that I both took things meant to be commands that did not have the symbol, but I also turned almost anything outside of parenthesis into commands. I think I'll stick to that, because then posters will be just slightly more careful with organization.
" " will be used for speaking into the Iknan's mind. I've used them as speech in the response, but now I will switch to ' ' for that. Can be used for actual quoting or assorted emphasis if embedded.
' ' will be used for making the Iknan speak. However, note that action thoughts (commands) can easily turn into speech if it sounds sufficiently similar to something spoken. Like the blarg expletive somewhere around page 13.
[ ] is apparently now for sound effects, or other "actions" a voice can do.)

[theevilmonk]

roll over and go back to sleep

[Phantom]

Get up.
Search area.

[Nivim]

> Get up.
 Some commanding impulse causes you work your way out of the blanket and stumble onto the rug in front. This is extremely hard, as your needle sharp claws get stuck in everything. Your claws are now stuck in the already torn and frayed rug, and the fire is a bit too hot here.

> Search area.
 You look around the room, the walls are made of unevenly carved stone and it's about 15 by 18 feet in size. You look at your stone hearth, it is filled with a merrily crackling fire and the top is covered in odd vases and metal pieces, to its side is a pile of wood. Across from the fireplace is a large wooden door, bound with metal strips and a metal handle; beside it is a table with the food stuffs on it. Your rocking chair is to the right of the fire and has an abundance of blanket on it, you can barely make out it's a chair.
 Behind the chair is your bed, which consists of 3 more large blankets and a pad. There is also a bookshelf, and a load of random junk.

[I don't know what it is this week, but every post is taking many attempts to get through.]

[RAM]

Retract claws. Figure out if I want anything, am I hunrgy? Thirsty? Need more sleep?

[Nivim]

> Retract claws.
 What? Claws? You look at your scaly hands and examine the fairly strait, extremely sharp claws. In your drowsiness you just stare at them, you were sure you were human...or perhaps something taller...

> Figure out if I want anything, am I hunrgy? Thirsty? Need more sleep?
 You're really drowsy, and you want to get back into your warm blanket and go back to sleep. You are mildly thirsty, but getting more so by the very hot fire.

[Posting only took two tries that time.]

[RAM]

Find and drink water.

[Nivim]

> Find and drink water.
 You stumble out of the rug accompanied by numerous tearing noises, and stumble further to the table by the door. There is a square metal tray on it that holds an old tea pot, a cup, and some type of soup made with fruit. The tea smells funny. Do you want to drink it?

[Four tries to post.]

[RAM]

Yes!
[1st time every time so far, maybe it is local]

[Nivim]

>Do you want to drink it? Yes
 You pour yourself a cup of tea and drink it, as it washes down your throat a numbing sensation flows over your body. You have barely enough time to get back to your chair before falling asleep.
You are unconscious.

[RAM]

Sleep for 20 years, wake up refreshed.

[Nivim]

> Sleep for 20 years, wake up refreshed.
 You aren't in control of how long you sleep, but you have a deep sleep. You find yourself slowly drifting back to consciousness. You open your eyes a little. Your vision is filled with the dancing flames of a merry hearth fire and the folds of your blanket. You are curled up in a chair of some sort, with your head against in the nook of the wings. You are warm, cozy, and disinclined to move.

[RAM]

Get up, look for drink, if I find tea I keep looking.

[Nivim]

> Get up, look for drink, if I find tea I keep looking.
 You don't want to get up, an image of falling on your face while tangled in the blanket comes to mind.

[I know I haven't gone long, but I need to go to bed for today while you figure out what image will cajole our lizard-person out of bed.]

[RAM]

Tear the blanket up into pieces and wrap those pieces around your limbs to stop them from catching on anything, then get up and look for a non-sleepy-tea beverage.