On the deck of the shrieking ship of Shriekpot...Sigmund privately curses the very concept of his old friend as he drags
Mark along, the body of the pseudo-doctor clanging along as he pulls it down the stairs. On the way, he takes a look inside Erin's cabin.
She appears to be lying on her side on her bed, looking quite uncomfortable. Hm. Guess she's not accessible for now. Sigmund just keeps on dragging his friend, eventually reaching the cargo bay. At this point, he checks out what Mark's got on him.
Okay, so... there's three weird leech-things here. Also, what appears to be a surgeon's kit. Two books and a halberd. And then there's a whole bunch of things Sigmund can't readily identify - he thinks they might be divination implements. Most notably a weird set of dice with what must be currently unintelligible words on them.
In the guard HQ of Shriekpot...Kevin, supposing he's gotten off as easily as can be expected, is as polite as ever.
"See you later!""Don't be a stranger now!"With the goodbyes done, Kevin attempts to leave.
[Kevin movement roll: 6+1-
2]
He finds that he can manage a pretty good roll in his state. He rolls right out of the building and quickly gets out onto the streets, whereupon he easily finds the way back to the ship. The Artiste is on deck! He is busy blowing chunks over the railing under the wise guidance of the Captain.
In the Feisty Jelly...Scott isn't too specific - he knows the Artiste probably won't be overly picky.
"Anything good for a hangover. Fried or salt dried meat, specifically pork.""Comin' right up - our specialty, y'know."The tavernkeeper yells unintelligibly to the back room, and it takes but a few minutes for a combination plate of bread and salted meats to arrive. The tavernkeeper looks at it for a moment.
"Y'll be takin' this along, I presume?"Scott nods. The tavernkeeper takes out a small net from nearby, then carefully packs the food into it, making sure to line the outside with the meat.
"Early mornin' discount - two coppers!"Scott pays up, grabbing the net of food and shambling off the premises, reaching the ship quickly. He notices that the Artiste is up and busy vomiting profusely! And Kevin's back!
At the Brotherhood of Fine Furniture and Other Odds and Ends...Niklas, while he waits, asks Torkel for advice.
"Tell you what, Torkel - what do you want to do?"The response comes immediately.
"Fly! Fly high up in the sky!"On a telepathic ship...Morton, sadly let down by the ship in his darkest hour, resignedly accepts the lack of advice.
~Quite alright, I'm sure I'll find such a business eventually.~He then expands upon his incredibly lacking backstory.
~Me? Oh, just a small town out in more rural areas called Camellia. A quaint, quiet place, I spent most of my first chance there. I'd quite often daydream of heading to big cities like this to see what all the fuss was about, but never got around to it as I was always just so content with my life there. The quiet politeness of people, the way the sun looks over a stream that cuts through the crop fields, making the spray look as if the stars themselves given a liquid form, the almost lackadaisical whimsy with how life went on... I've a great many good memory of that place. It's where I lived, prospered, made friends, got married, and eventually passed.~Morton goes quiet. Sensing a dramatic pause, the ship follows suit.
~I wonder how it's doing now... To be honest, I don't know much of where it is in relation, I rarely left except for some minor schooling. I'm not even that sure how much time has passed either... I wonder if they'd still remember me. Or if they're still there, might be another question.~~I'm sure they do. You seem like a memorable person. What was your spouse like?~
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