In the den of the shrieking ship of Shriekpot...Sigmund, willing to take a gamble on this process, tries to persuade Erin that it's really okay if she screws up and destroys his body in the process.
"Well, if you don't want to make a mistake, I understand it. Anyway, if you decide to help me and fail, I won't blame you, as you have reasons. I won't tell about it to anybody. I just came to you because I know that you are perfectly capable of accomplishing this, just look at how you transformed the whole ship! The other option was Mark, and I don't want to end up as a freak again, or at least not if I have another choice first. If you are willing to help me, don't hesitate to take your time and all that stuff. And remember, I won't blame you if my legs suddenly disappear.""Hm... well, if ya really want this, then okay."Erin stands up and carefully looks Sigmund over, then pokes him a few times.
"Yeah, ya definitely aren't ordinary flesh anymore. Guess I'll have to make do."[Erin magic roll: 4-
1+
1]
She kneels down and begins to carefully chant and gesture at Sigmund's feet. Sigmund feels his strange flesh change into a material he is more familiar with - rubber! This feels a little better than one might expect, actually. And he can partially move the things now, too. Overall, a win for him!
In Brenwicke's Books...Mark decides to do what he does best, aside from corpse mutilation - quick exits! He throws his coin in the bookseller's face!
[Mark vs. Bookseller: 5 vs. 6]
The bookseller immediately catches it, his reflexes honed with countless years of operating a popular store in the trade district. Mark, hoping the distraction has proved sufficient, grabs the books and tries to run.
[Mark escape roll: 4+1]
[Six-Armed Guard pursuit roll: 1]
[Brenwicke reaction roll: 3]
He is out of the store before either the bookseller or the guard can react properly, and the six-armed guard is left in the dust as Brenwicke scales the counter, swearing expressively as he follows in the distance.
[Mark escape roll: 4+1]
[Brenwicke pursuit roll: 2]
The bookseller can't keep up with Mark, not at all, as Mark sprints away from the scene of the crime, veering off into an alley. Some time later, he finds himself out of immediate jeopardy! Yay! Crime really does pay, Mark concludes.
In Karina's home...Darren tries to downplay his relatively meager ability at stage magic.
"Oh, don't expect too much. I doubt I'll be anything impressive if you got tired of those engineering shows. I'll need some time to set up though. Prime the magical ley lines, and what not. No peeking.""Naturally."Darren heads back into the hallway to Karina's home, getting ready for his performance. He readies a coin trick, a kerchief trick and a card trick with his available supplies, though he's unsure if he can pull these off as nicely as before. It's been quite a while since he last attempted this kind of thing, after all.
On the deck of the shrieking ship of Shriekpot...Niklas, failed by alcohol-filled seal intestines for perhaps the first time in his life, decides to focus on the long-lost love of his life - his cleaver.
[Focus roll: 3]
This works a bit better than the previous effort, though in his nostalgia Niklas' thoughts still wander. There's the rest of his tools, his kitchen knife set, his wonderful knife suitcase... oh, so many things lost to time and tide, it's almost enough to drive a chair to tears. But most of all, his cleaver. His trusty cleaver, how could he have lost it?
In Stuart Allen's home...Morton attempts to explain the circumstances of his death and resurrection.
"Oh, well, you see, a while ago I died, so I mean it quite literally. I... can't quite recall exactly when I died, I'm not that sure, really. That whole bit is a little foggy for me, honestly. I know that I died, and that I came back due to a necromancer. The necromancer's a bed sheet now, though, sadly, he was a nice fellow really, although I think we're trying to turn him back," he tells the toymaker, going quiet for a second as he actually stops to process the entirety of his experiences so far.
"You know, I never really considered how weird everything is in my second chance. Never really had time to think about it till now.""You do lead an interesting life now. Weirdness is but a natural consequence of that," Stuart points out, taking a long sip of tea.
"Best to just accept it."In the crew quarters of the shrieking ship of Shriekpot...Scott asks the Artiste if he feels like giving him any money.
"Sir, any chance I can have the money box back to get supplies for the party?""No, not really. You most certainly can't have the entire box back. You can get money, though. Reasonable amounts, naturally. No more than a gold coin, maybe two. What supplies are you talking about?"In the cargo hold of the shrieking ship of Shriekpot...Kevin, feeling like he has no place to be currently, expresses his desire to default to basic mulling behavior.
"I guess there's no reason for me to be here anymore, so I'll just go stand on the deck or something."The Captain turns to him, momentarily stopping his conversation with the large guy.
"Who ARE you? ANOTHER GUEST?"
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