Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20170504012353/@comment-5543592-20170518013432

"Problemsolver?" Tanner grunted. That could mean any number of things, depending on how you defined "problem."

Famian's navigation screen lit up like a terminal, with that single green, square dot blinking, waiting for input, and he console of buttons in front of him awaited his fingers, a makeshift keyboard.