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[Harry Baldman]

At Brenwicke's Books...

Kevin attempts to open the door leading out of the room, but it remains locked. This is unfortunate, he thinks. He then checks the chests lying about. Those seem to be rather wonderfully open, and the same applies to the cabinets. Inside said cabinets he finds books. Loads and loads of books. Rather nice-looking books they are, too.

Downstairs, Sigmund keeps on trying to obtain some weapons. Scorned by the wall, he decides to put to use the greatest skill he is known to possess - half a brain! Yes, he shall improve his weaponless state... with physics!

[Strength roll: 2+1+1]

It takes him several solid minutes of huffing, pulling and dislodging, but the spear eventually gives in, getting ripped out of the wall. Sigmund looks around and beams at Niklas.

However, when he sees what's happening, his beamish look disappears.

[Niklas culinary dark arts roll: 6+1-1-1]

Niklas appears to be making... things. Canape-style sandwiches, to be exact, made purely out of found gore and crossbow bolts. A milestone achievement in corpse mutilation, to be sure. Several of those things seems to be made out of a liver and a spleen placed between two different scalps, and Sigmund's pretty impressed by the shattered bone garnish on most of them. No weapons that he can see, though. Hm.


Near the engineers' gate of the City of the Dead...

"Alright then," Darren says, beginning to determinedly float toward the engineers' gate. He does, however, recall his good manners before he's gone too far. He turns around.

"Hopefully, I'll see you on my way back up. Or, anyone, really. If not..." he says, grimacing at his train of thought. Danielle keeps up her fairly bright demeanor despite this, though.

"I'm sure you'll find what you're looking for. Just don't give up, and stay undead, you hear?"

Darren guesses he can get behind that or something. He floats off toward the gate, whereupon he comes face to face with a giant, silvery gibbon-like thing in front of a great, ornamented silver gate bearing images of scenes of invention and knowledge triumphing over nature. And an image of somebody slicing a tree in half with something like a glowing knife. The gibbon-thing looks at him with its great black eyes, examining him carefully.

[Tomcost]

Sigmund goes outside and says:

-Well, Kevin, I think that you can start dropping those books. Begin wih the ones we are looking for, but feel free to also grab those that you like. Particularly, I want a scientific treatise about souls that should be there.

Grab the books Kevin drops.

[Xantalos]

((How many arms does Niklas currently have?))

[Xanmyral]

Morton will move towards Art and attempt to look up at the sky. He probably can't with his new form, but he'll attempt all the same. "What are you looking at, Mage Art? The stars?" (If he can't indeed look up) "I'm afraid I can't look myself."

[Harry Baldman]

((How many arms does Niklas currently have?))

Two. He's humanoid, after all.

[Xantalos]

((How many arms does Niklas currently have?))

Two. He's humanoid, after all.

Didn't be lose one when he activated rocket arm?

[Harry Baldman]

Didn't be lose one when he activated rocket arm?

He lost a chair from said arm, but there's still one more, so one of his arms is admittedly shorter than the other.

[Xantalos]

Didn't be lose one when he activated rocket arm?

He lost a chair from said arm, but there's still one more, so one of his arms is admittedly shorter than the other.

Ah!
...
Need to get chairs.

[killerhellhound]

Didn't be lose one when he activated rocket arm?

He lost a chair from said arm, but there's still one more, so one of his arms is admittedly shorter than the other.

Ah!
...
Need to get chairs.

I have been out of the loop for a bit and this is crazy awesome
so Mark wakes up from zoning out and looks around

[Xantalos]

Niklas takes these delicious ... food things and gives them to the nearest thing with a mouth! He then appropriates at least one cleaver/knife from the kitchen and goes stomping around looking for chairs to assimilate.

[miauw62]

Kevin looks if the chests are labelled in any way, and tries to find the books on the Sea of Death.

[Tomcost]

[If Sigmund is given the food]

-I'm sorrry Niklas, but I'm unable to eat any kind of food barring blood. Well, now that I have been transformed, I don't think that I can even drink blood-He sighs- Vampirism and demonology are not the best combination.

[Harry Baldman]

At Brenwicke's Books...

Sigmund decides that, as Niklas appears to be free right now, Kevin must be either inside, completely useless or dead. In any of those cases, he should probably do something. He goes outside and looks up. Well, window's broken. He guesses that means that Kevin's inside. Or at least Sigmund hopes that he is. If not, this will sound awfully silly.

"Well, Kevin, I think that you can thtart dropping thothe books. Begin with the ones we are looking for, but feel free to also grab thothe that you like. Particularly, I want a thientific treatithe about thoulth that should be there."

Kevin does not respond. Sigmund wonders what that could mean. Unfortunately for him, he can't really see Kevin rooting vainly through the vast quantities of books in the storeroom, finding that there seems to be far too many volumes here to search in any reasonable amount of time. Also quite unfortunately for him, Niklas appears to have taken an interest in him, walking right up and offering a sandwich. Sigmund looks at it, gulping reflexively.

"I'm thorry, Niklath, but I'm unable to eat any kind of food barring blood. Well, now that I have been transformed, I don't think that I can even drink blood... Vampirithm and demonology are not the betht combination," he explains, but Niklas has none of it, placing a whole lot of fleshy canapes in his hands. Sigmund looks down at them.

Hm... they do look... awfully bloody. Surely it couldn't hurt to... erm... uh...

While Sigmund stares at his armful of artful gore, Niklas looks for a kitchen and, to put it mildly, there simply isn't one. At all. No kitchens whatsoever in a bookstore. For some reason.


On the deck of the shrieking ship of Shriekpot...

Morton supposes for a moment, as a sort of wild idea, that he might ask Art whether he is indeed looking at the stars or if he is merely gaping aimlessly into the darkness. First, he believes he should check whether there are indeed stars up there. He tries to look up, but, having no neck, realizes that this is a bit of a difficult prospect. However, it is nothing for a mind such as his! He pushes himself off the ground, getting a very good look at the sky as he successfully topples himself, landing rather noisily on his... rear side, he guesses? Well, the side opposite the direction the drawers open in, anyway.

The stars are indeed there, Morton finds. They look pretty neat, all shiny and so forth. He-

Oh dear. Where are his manners? He should announce his presence to Art, who must have undoubtedly heard him.

"What are you looking at, Mage Art? The stars?"

"Uh, yeah. Got nothing better to do, really."

He pauses a moment.

"So, need any help or something?"


In a jail cell in Shriekpot...

Mark, after spending who knows how long sitting around motionless in a cell, takes a look around. Well, not really - he can already see in a 360 degree angle. Still, he takes stock of the situation.

He is still limbless and largely powerless, not to mention locked in a cell and without any sort of equipment, and the sergeant appears to have buggered off somewhere. Quite unfortunate, really.

[Spinal_Taper]

"Hello."
Be prepared to skedadle.

[Xantalos]

Are there any chairs? If so, assimilate them.