At Brenwicke's Books...
Kevin clearly observes other chests and boxes on the top floor, but is a bit too lazy to do anything with them presently. With this in mind, he goes ahead and lies about the contents of the room.
"Alright guys, I'm coming out. No more scientific books here. Let's take it home," he says, climbing out of the window.
[Kevin climbing roll: 1+1]
Well, maybe not climbing exactly. In fact, he doesn't get anywhere at all from here presently, mostly due to the severe lack of anything soft to land on down there, and he really doesn't want to break anything important falling down by just risking the jump. In fact, Kevin thinks there's nobody outside right now at all.
Sigmund, being one of said absent people, decides to go ahead and explain to Niklas what is required of him. Honestly, these short attention spans are destroying society. Fortunately, Sigmund is a bit too high on blood to care, and promptly licks his lips clean before telling Niklas what the deal is currently.
"Our master asked for some books on the Sea of Death, Kevin should be dropping the books from the upper floor."
Having said that, Sigmund goes over to the house of the guards, hoping to go in. He steps over to the doorway, but finds it shockingly locked. Nobody trusts anybody anymore, he guesses.
Niklas, left with nothing but some vague instructions, decides to go look for some books. Finding none of the Sea of Death variety around on the ground, he decides that maybe he should go on a personal investigation instead. Namely, the investigation of where all the damn chairs are. This proves altogether more successful - there appears to be some sort of furniture store a few blocks away, or at least so he might guess from the sign, which says "Brotherhood of Fine Furniture and Other Odds and Ends".
"Ooh, dad, are they a guild or something? They sound mysterious!"
On the deck of the shrieking ship of Shriekpot...
Morton guesses he should keep on being the positive Patty of the group to balance out all the bad things that insist on happening to them.
"I've no doubt you will, Sir Mage Art, you seem the resilient sort to me. Enjoying the perks of no longer needing sleep? I can't help but be agape at how much time I've whittled away while sleeping in my first chance. No longer feeling tired, always full of energy, every second that which is our own, it is a wonderful notion, isn't it? Although I'm not sure how much of my previous physiology traveled over to my new form however, I'm frankly still not sure how I hear except that I do. I think you'll enjoy the new qualities of life ahead of you, if going by my own experiences."
"Gotta say, I'll miss sleeping. The night's so very boring, you know? And you'll never again wake up refreshed, either. But I guess them's the breaks, huh? Better just go along with it."
Art pauses.
"You know, I just had an idea."
Art outstretches his hand for a moment. His inner light goes dim all of a sudden. Art stumbles, using a nearby barrel for support, then falls to the ground.
"Crap. Shouldn't... have done that... ugh..."
He lies mostly motionlessly on the ground.
In the jail of Shriekpot...
Mark, despite not really needing to, pretends that he can actually rotate his head in any way to look out of the window.
By his reckoning, there's about three, maybe two hours until the sun begins to rise. This being very late winter, he supposes that it's starting to get quite early.
In the timeless non-void of Undefined Space...
Timothy is a bit surprised at the simple request made of him, but not surprised enough to have any reservations. He looks over at the skeletal hippo, his one true helper in this alien dimension. Oh yes, he shall do most acceptably.
He imagines a clown costume on the hippo, shaping the undefined stuff into a rather good image of clowning professionalism, which fits the hippo just perfectly, actually. Very funny-looking, or so Timothy thinks, at least.
"What a marvelous outfit! You shouldn't have, really."
Alright, next step - spiral staircase! He strains his mind to produce a great staircase, a mighty construct of amazing proportions, with great steps that wind down for what may be quite a long distance indeed. He even adds slapstick gravity to it for kicks. Now for the main event!
[Timothy telekinesis roll: 1]
The hippo's too fast, though, floating obliviously out of the way as Timothy accidentally propels himself toward the stairs, flying into the rather amusing gravity well of the thing which, most unusually, seems to be able to affect him for some reason.
[Timothy agility roll: 5]
Fortunately, being both an acrobat and having three legs plays in his favor, and he manages to only dangle precariously over the steps before regaining balance. He can't help but wonder what could have happened had he not had the honed skills of a consummate entertainer. Probably something bad.
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