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[Tomcost]

Metaphysically analize the pumkin to determine whether it is indeed Evelyn or not.

[Xantalos]

Expectantly clatter up to Bearin.

[Spinal_Taper]

((Sorry. Internet wasn't working correctly for a bit.))
"Ah, yes."
Darrens curiousity was piqued. What about the crown had the handmaiden so bothered? He would have to tread lightly.
"I was sent here on behalf of a god. He saved me from being made into ghost soup, and now I must retrieve this for him."

[Xanmyral]

"Self-preservation is a rather powerful thing." The desk responded to the specter.

Morton moves up to the mast wondering if Evelyn wanted something done about it, but the meaning was beyond him. "I'm afraid I'm at a loss as to what you mean with the mast, mage Evelyn. Do you wish for us to go off onto our destination?"

[Innsmothe]

"Dear gods what will go wrong next? Can anyone make tea?"

[Xanmyral]

"I can do so if required, sir Scott. It has been a while since I've made some, and perhaps it would help calm our nerves..."

[miauw62]

"So, what is that thing?"

[Harry Baldman]

On the deck of the Second Shank...

Sigmund, not entirely trusting either Justine or the word of a magical pumpkin, scans Evelyn with his metavision, which he happened to tentatively name just now. He gets few facts out of this look - he now knows that the pumpkin contains Soul 55-137322-14456711-61119031-1345221885-910995376, that its self-name is Evelyn Greene and that it possesses no innate magical ability.

Niklas, underwhelmed by the way nobody wants to help him, clatters up to Erin in what he hopes to be an expectant manner. Erin stares at him for a moment, then seems to remember something.

"Oh, I remember. I was gonna help ya with something. But what? Hm... maybe y'could remind me..."

[Erin's magic roll: 5]

Suddenly, Niklas' structure is altered, and immediately something like a system of pipes forms on the bottom of his seat, with some sort of articulation apparatus included. It feels in many ways like a throat, mouth and tongue, albeit in a very abstracted fashion.

"Now, what is it y'want, exactly?" Erin asks, though Niklas can't exactly hear it.

As this happens, Morton continues to play the role of mediator.

"Self-preservation is a rather powerful thing," he tells Justine, who merely smirks. He then moves over to Evelyn, who is still examining the mast.

"I'm afraid I'm at a loss as to what you mean with the mast, mage Evelyn. Do you wish for us to go off onto our destination?"

Evelyn pauses a moment, then taps once and heads downstairs. As she steps over Kevin, the jester has only one question.

"So, what is that thing?"

"Evelyn. Rather interesting what can happen to you in a week, really."

Scott, meanwhile, feels like things have taken a turn for the abominably boring, opting to complain and ask for tea in lieu of being able to destroy various interlopers.

"Dear gods what will go wrong next? Can anyone make tea?"

"I can do so if required, sir Scott. It has been a while since I've made some, and perhaps it would help calm our nerves..." Morton immediately and predictably offers.


In a house of hands...

Darren, feeling that reiteration has never hurt anybody, does so for the benefit of the hand person.

"Ah, yes. I was sent here on behalf of a god. He saved me from being made into ghost soup, and now I must retrieve this for him."

"Yes, somewhat of a standard situation. Well, apart from you being a ghost. That is a new one, I have to admit. There have been several people who tried to get the Crown before you - they did not do too well, I'm afraid. They were made of flesh and weren't very well suited to getting through here, really. The machines in this district took them apart, I believe. The Crown itself is in the engineer tombs, if I recall correctly - I think the death god put it there on purpose. The fellow loves tombs, as I'm sure you must suspect. Anything you'd like to know about the thing? I recall some facts, but nothing too in-depth, I'm afraid."

[Tomcost]

Sigmund spoke to Erin:

-It seems that she is indeed Evelyn. How odd. I think that trying to change her structure to give her a means to speak would be rather complicated. But maybe giving her the ability to write would be easier, right?

[Xantalos]

Niklas, not knowing how loud he's talking, shouts I CAN'T HEAR YOU!

[Innsmothe]

You know what Morton? Come, I'll help you.


TO THE KITCHEN! *Holy scene change batman!*

[Xanmyral]

"Very well, sir Scott. It has been much too long since I've brewed some up anyhow, and I'd welcome the help." The desk thanked Scott and went to the kitchen with him.

The desk set out the supplies and went to clean the pot, what with it no doubt probably dirty from having handled Niklas when he was a chunk of molten slag. "If you could get some heat going, sir Scott, while I clean this? I'll probably need your help keeping an eye on the mixture as well, I lack the height I once did sadly, and removing the brew repeatedly to check its progress is a touch crude."

[Innsmothe]

I shall do, how is being a desk nowadaysif I may ask?
Provide heat and check tea

[Spinal_Taper]

"Yes, I would appreciate more information."
Darren pauses for a moment for thought.
"What does it look like, what can it do? Can you just give me some general information, please? Velusius didn't tell me much."

[Harry Baldman]

On the deck of the Second Shank...

Sigmund has nothing all that good to do right now, so he speaks to Erin, who seems mostly unoccupied.

"It seems that she is indeed Evelyn. How odd. I think that trying to change her structure to give her a means to speak would be rather complicated. But maybe giving her the ability to write would be easier, right?"

"She can already write, looks like. Did a nice job on the deck, anyway. Not to mention I'd rather not-"

"I CAN'T HEAR YOU!" Niklas shouts suddenly. Erin turns to him.

"Huh. Well, okay. Guess I can help with that as well."

[Erin's magic roll: 6-1]

Niklas feels something twist in his structure, something as deep within him as he can possibly sense. And then it comes, the sound of the sea mixed with various voices mingling together, the familiar sound of people saying things that Niklas finds uninteresting being like a breath of fresh air after all that terrible deafness.

"Better now?"

A few steps away from this scene of miraculous transformation, Scott and Morton forge plans for tea.

"You know what Morton? Come, I'll help you."

"Very well, sir Scott. It has been much too long since I've brewed some up anyhow, and I'd welcome the help."

Together they head off to the kitchen, where they set about making tea.

Or they would, anyway, if the pot that Niklas was once kept in wasn't so dang difficult to clean. Guess you really can't use the same receptacles for metallurgy and gastronomy, no matter what Niklas himself might offer on the subject.


In a house of hands...

Darren questions the hand on the matters that interest him most.

"Yes, I would appreciate more information," he says, pausing for thought. "What does it look like, what can it do? Can you just give me some general information, please? Velusius didn't tell me much."

The hand gestures as it begins to speak, which is somewhat odd to behold.

"As far as I know, the Crown of Flowers is tied to death somehow - it prevents death, I believe. It's more of a wreath, really, though, made of apparently quite real-looking flowers, too. I think it might be related to all the ghosts around here, after a fashion - would make sense, considering the description. There's lots of ghosts, have you noticed? I'm sure you have. At any rate, it's quite important as far as artifacts go. Probably one of the more powerful artifacts I know of, really, and I've heard of quite a few. Anyhow, the Crown's been around her for a couple hundred years at the very least."