On the deck of the Second Shank...
Scott quickly checks if he still has that hammer on him. He does. This is pleasing and altogether wonderful news. Now to seek out the Artiste. He goes down to his demonic overlord's quarters, where he finds the Artiste, currently quite distracted by what looks like the sweetest nap.
He could try to wake him up, but, then again, the last time he tried that he was ordered to take a plunge off a ramp. Whether that is likely to stop him this time remains to be seen.
Morton and Kevin, blissfully unacknowledged by Scott, try to get things back on track. Well, Morton does, at any rate.
"Good mage Erin, let us move on and deal with chef Niklas please," he says to Erin, hoping to distract her from Justine's general irritability. He upends the teapot, causing the melted husk of Niklas come tumbling out.
"Right, yeah."
"What should we make chef Niklas into? A chair might be an option as before, it seems he grew rather used to it. Along with some other interesting measures, for sure."
"I guess a chair works? Maybe give it legs that work properly, that sorta thing. And something to hear with, maybe."
She considers the chef-husk a moment. She then raises her arms.
"'Kay, let's do this."
[Erin's magic roll: 6]
The ball of tungsten bubbles and twists, and then flattens, several pseudopodium-like bits jutting out of it, branching and interconnecting in moments, forming a respectable quartet of legs and a fairly nice mesh-like back. He looks pretty slim and flexible for a chair, particularly with all the hinges that seem to have appeared on it.
"Question is, how do we do the eyes? I'm not really sure how I did them the first time, I kinda let it go on autopilot. Not sure if that's such a-"
"Oh, I'm sure it's a perfect idea. After all, what terrible things have ever come to pass from magic running wild? None that I can think of, that's for sure."
"Oh, screw you. I'm gonna do it outta spite now."
Erin raises her hands and points them at the chair, looking rather knowing for a moment.
[Erin's magic roll: 5-1]
It lasts for a moment, after which she just looks relaxed and a little confused as a pair of eye-looking things form on the chair's back. They blink wildly at the people present, though it doesn't look like they're actually seeing anything, as the chair just twitches oddly.
"You see! Perfect."
"Bet you can't do his brain as well."
"You're on!"
[Erin's magic roll: 4-1]
A slight bulge forms where the chair's seat should be after Erin does an expressive hand wave at it.
"Is that it?"
"Shut up, it's not ready yet!"
Erin starts to furiously gesture at the chair, but nothing else happens.
"Gods damn it all, work already!"
"You know something, I suppose that was it."
"Shut it!"
Erin looks a bit angry now.
Niklas, meanwhile, is a little confused. He feels like he can move something he couldn't before as he regards the spruce man. Also, everything looks a little foggy now.
In Art's room...
Sigmund, having said his bit and ascertained more facts, leaves all the richer from his encounter with Art, the Captain waving to him as he leaves. The two then resume their conversation, with the Captain's mixed shouting audible from all around the hall. Sigmund then seeks out the Artiste. Luckily, as Scott has left the door open, he finds said demonic overlord easily, being overseen by said de-brained minion as he sleeps.