In the den of the shrieking ship of Shriekpot...
Niklas, determined to reject this reality and substitute his own, does exactly as the man says and focuses hard, channels desires and whatnot, does all those things!
[Focus roll: 6]
He feels his being change, his body alter subtly, adapt to a certain desire made into reality. He feels... very different all of a sudden. Like nothing will ever be the same for him from here. Power flows through him from a strange source, possibly the universe itself, and he feels he can utilize it, and utilize it well! However, he isn't sure why, but he feels an uncommon kinship to all chairs.
"Looks like it worked. Well, I'll be going now, then. Holler if you need me," Kruub says, leaving for the moment. However, Niklas isn't left in solitude for long, as Helsva and Torkel, confident that his business is at an end, approach.
"What did you do, Niklas?"
"You look different now, dad! What's up?"
On the deck of the shrieking ship of Shriekpot...
Sigmund decides to confirm Erin's suspicions that Tailor Craig most certainly is not all he appears.
"Craig's appearance is not how he really is. He looks much worse, actually, but he has a kind of spell which he can deactivate at will to show his terrifying appearance. I think that Morton heard the whole story about that."
Morton, not entirely in the mood for story time, corroborates briefly.
"I suppose I can share the story to fill the time, if you'd like, won't be as well explained as how good Tailor Craig explained it, but I think it should suffice. Its a touch long, though, would probably take me more time than we have in my telling of it."
"I guess I'll ask 'im later, then. Seems like an amiable sort, that guy. No need to get secondhand info, y'know?"
Scott, rather peeved at the lack of response on these guys' part, tries to convince them to try some of this stuff.
"It's harmless," he says, chugging down a bit of the stuff and somehow not immediately disintegrating. Not that such a thing could happen, of course. Kevin, though, is still not convinced.
"Eh... you're dead and I'm made of demonic tissue, so no, thanks."
"Yeah, and I don't wanna get drunk. Still got magic to do. Probably."
Tailor Craig and the Artiste still haven't left the captain's quarters. Dang, what's taking so long?
At Karina's home...
Darren keeps on trying to ascertain more about this place from Karina.
"Well, there's other people like us in this place, right? Not crazy ones?"
Karina's tone of voice becomes slightly conspiratorial as she lowers her voice.
"To be honest, they're all weird somehow - even Danielle, lately. Hence I haven't spoken to them much. They've changed, they're no longer like they used to be. Something's wrong with the entire neighborhood - don't trust any of them."