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[Xantalos]

Niklas ... serves hór-deurves, I guess.
Of boar.

[Tomcost]

((I have an idea: make a kind of reunion with all the guest and the Artiste, so he can say whatever he has to say and introduce himself to everyone.))

EDIT: maybe we can have dinner and then some tea? Both things are already done.

[killerhellhound]

Mark doesnt go hunting If a meeting is called

[Harry Baldman]

On the first floor of the Yaleson house...

Morton, flush with the fulfillment of his duty, goes about giving tea to every person in the house at the present time, even the tree creature and Kevin, who both lack the necessary bits to enjoy it. After all, one should never be robbed of their daily tea simply because of anatomical difficulties. Speaking of Kevin, it's time to perform the classic conflict resolution that Morton is known for. When he gives the skeletal jester some tea, he follows it up with some words of constructive interpersonal conduct.

"Now now, I will try and see if I can get your cards back. I know they're a favorite of yours, and it is truly rude of the guest to simply take them, but we mustn't be rude back to the guests, such isn't the way."

Kevin nods, then, in an open show of disrespect for the BBC, follows Morton back to the vestibule, whereupon they both approach the thief. Handing the tree man some tea, he begins his mediation.

"Now, sir, can I please see those cards? I'm truly sorry for my compatriots actions, but those cards are precious to him and he's a bit jumpy when others touch them. If you like, I think I can find regular playing cards somewhere in the house to replace those."

The creature shrugs and hands the cards right back. Well, that was easy! Morton then proceeds to give tea to Sigmund, Niklas and the rest of the mages, who seem quite appreciative of it.

"This is some fine tea. Some of the best I have ever had."

"Yeah, amazing stuff. What'd you make it with?"

"Waiting around here has certainly been worth it if this is the reward!"

"Yeah, definitely."

"Hey, is there someplace we could sit down here?"

They proceed to enjoy their tea and thank Morton quite a bit. Morton can't help but beam at their kind words. There is no greater pleasure than an appreciative guest. Well, aside from that tree-fellow's kleptomania. That's slightly off-putting. But on the bright side, he seems to be leaving through the door for now. Hopefully there will be peace for now.

Meanwhile, Niklas, having received his tea, gets into a classy mood. And a classy mood requires classy food, as we all know.

[Food preparation roll: 1+1]

So he considers how best to serve less boar for now and more boar later, as that is the only bit of food available. He also cuts up the cooked boar on one plate and arranges it in a pile, then decides that that is no more aesthetically pleasing than the plate with a single cut. Oh, the hardships of being a cook!


Out in the woods...

Mark, having had enough of people interfering with his thievery, goes hunting for stuff in the woods. Mind you, he doesn't know what kind of stuff exactly, but he's sure there should be some.

He eventually comes to a clearing in the woods, having found nothing living aside from trees in the area. This clearing looks ordinary enough, except there's a large, elongated, light brown mushroom growing in the middle of it. It looks to be fairly innocuous to Mark aside from its unusual size.

[Spinal_Taper]

Duck into a wall or something, and make sure to tuck in that gut. Make sure Mel makes it out. Chuck something at whatever's chasing him, if necessary.

[Innsmothe]

Scott yells hysterically for Morton and starts sucking the infusion from his husbands flesh.

[killerhellhound]

pick the mushroom and take it back to the mages to find out what it could be used for.

[Xanmyral]

Morton couldn't help but feel pride at the others complementing him for his tea. If there was one thing he knew it was tea. Morton cheerily made his way up the stairs with two glasses of tea on the platter, hoping it would cheer Master Scott up, and that Master Gary would be healthy enough to at least try it, but when the yelling started his smile was quickly killed off. He hurriedly set the platter down on the ground and rushed towards the Masters' room, throwing open the door. "I-I heard yelling, is everything a-alright?" Morton sees what he can do to help.

[Harry Baldman]

Back in Emlocke...

Darren figuring that Mel probably has a good reason for running like that, ducks right into a nearby wall. Moments later, he sees a man with a giant bladed arm, a dark blue armored robe and an axe in his hand run his way! He is accompanied by a rather well-groomed rottweiler!

The two seem totally oblivious to his presence. Ah, optimum ambushing conditions! Now, what to chuck? Ooh, there's a large wooden column over there! That could work!

[Telekinesis roll: 2]

Sadly, Darren can't seem to pull it out, as it seems to be wedged in tight. The man and his dog run like the wind, speeding right past Darren as he futilely tries to execute his master plan, disappearing around the corner. Moments later, there is the sound of a man hitting the ground, metal cleaving flesh, a scream that is undoubtedly Mel's, then a loud boom, then nothing.

Well, crap.


On the second floor of the Yaleson house...

Morton, radiating an aura of pride in his handiwork, slowly ascends the stairs, thinking to cheer up his fine masters with this... art. He's not sure you can call it tea anymore, really. It may have transcended its liquid roots and become something greater entirely.

Unfortunately, his mental balance is quickly disrupted by a bout of hysterical yelling from upstairs that is undeniably Master Scott. Oh dear, what's going on up there? Morton sets down the platter with the tea and goes up the stairs, throwing open the door to the master bedroom.

Oh my. Master Scott looks to be... what is it he's doing, anyway? Is he trying to chew out a piece of Master Gary?

"I-I heard yelling, is everything a-alright?" he asks, though the scene isn't one that inspires confidence in decency, humanity, or anything of that sort. Scott looks at him, a panicked look in his eyes and a dark brown paste covering his teeth. Did he drink the infusion? What's going on?

"Oh, would you look at that! Is that the man of the house?" Morton hears from behind him.

"Gotta say, that's the second worst I've ever seen a man look."

"It'd probably help his odds if a zombie wasn't currently trying to chew out his kidneys."

"Man, look at him. His left kidney is gone. Damn!"

"The future does not look too bright for him, no."

"Hey, we work miracles for a living! I bet we could help him with his problems or something. Right, Erin?"

"Oh, totally. Could fix him right up. No sweat."


Out in the woods...

Mark sets his cup of tea down and heads over to pick the battleaxe-sized mushroom. As soon as he touches it, though, the mushroom convulses, releasing a cloud of something all over the hapless skeleton. Damn, man, can't you trust anything in the woods?

He grabs the mushroom and pulls it out of the ground. It seems to have shrunk quite a bit. Man, that cloud maneuver must have taken a lot out of it. It proceeds to quickly begin to envelop his fingers, bits in it parting, then clamping over Mark's hand. That's some mushroom.

[miauw62]

Kevin, happy (as far as he is ever happy) to get his cards back, heads upstairs again to see what the guests are doing in the master bedroom.

[Tomcost]

((Harry, I've got a question: can vampires eat or drink something non-blood related without negative effects??. If yes, do the following:))

Sigmund tasted the tea, but it's flavor was, well, let's say that it lacked something, something that any vampire apreciates: blood. The problem would be to acquire it. He suddenly had an idea: a manor of this size might have some rats or other rodents roaming inside of it, and by taking out one of them he would be helping the owners, so, in a way, he could be showing that he aws grateful with them by doing so.

Sigmund picks the knife and goes to kill a rat so that he can spill some blood on his tea to add some flavor.

[killerhellhound]

take the mushroom back to the house while trying to scrape it off with a stick

[Harry Baldman]

((Harry, I've got a question: can vampires eat or drink something non-blood related without negative effects??. If yes, do the following:))

It doesn't cause negative effects, strictly speaking, but there's no point in eating or drinking, since any undead creature's digestive system has the distinction of not working. At all. This means that anything you eat and drink goes to your stomach and stays there until it rots away, evaporates or is forcibly removed. In a while, eaten food will cause severe halitosis in undead creatures. Some undead still eat things (whether because they like the taste of them or because they feel they really should), and vampires have special adaptations to absorb blood.

[Xantalos]

((A la me! It was on purpose.))

Serve filleted boar to guests.

[Tomcost]

((Wouldn't all of you like to dinner? Serving food to everyone while nobody is at a table is not very normal))
((Anyway, don't drink the tea and forge about the rat thing))

Sigmund, feeling that the search for a weapon was unnecessary and that it was just him being paranoid, took the knife and gave it back to the chef.