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[Xanmyral]

"Uh--Er, Excuse me, sir-or-miss... Shiny Orb? Are you perhaps, er, looking for someone... O-or perhaps require aid of some kind? Perhaps the owner of this fine vessel? Can you, ah, speak, or perhaps... Well, erm, say something?" The desk tried to be diplomatic with the orb, but was taking pretty healthy steps backwards towards the door that leads further in the ship.

Once he reaches the door, if the pumpkin doesn't address anyone or doesn't act in a particularly non-strange or non-aggressive way, Morton will address the pumpkin again, "Well, urm, good sir-or-miss shining orb, I'll go see about the--uh--thing. Yes, the thing, yes I should really go see to that, dreadfully important you see, er, goodbye!" The desk then sprinted towards the cargo hold.

If the pumpkin does however address someone in a way that wouldn't be construed as dangerous, Morton will stay on deck, albeit close to the door.

[Harry Baldman]

Are you able to talk me through it?

"Not really. You need a couple years of study to do necromancy right and make a decent focus, at least if you do it the normal way. There's probably lots of dangerous shenanigans you could pull to do the same in less time, but I never was one for pulling anything like that. I kinda like being alive and in one piece, know what I mean?"

[Innsmothe]

I mean talking me through focus creation.

(Yay a regular work schedule and limited access to computer makes me !!HAPPY!!)

[Tomcost]

I mean talking me through focus creation.

(Yay a regular work schedule and limited access to computer makes me !!HAPPY!!)

((I didn't understand what you meant the last time either. But, well, that happens.))

[Harry Baldman]

I mean talking me through focus creation.

(Yay a regular work schedule and limited access to computer makes me !!HAPPY!!)

"That's what I was talking about as well. To make a focus and be able to use it takes lots of practice and so on. Why'd you think there's universities for that kind of thing?"

[Harry Baldman]

In the streets of Shriekpot...

Niklas, wishing to know if he is still the very best magical chair he can be, seeks other chairs to sate his unholy urges.

None are in sight, however, and the people seem to be avoiding him for some reason, which hurts his chances of finding any chairs further.

"Perhaps you should try and endear yourself to the populace somehow. They seem to find you repulsive for some reason. Maybe you conflict with their religious beliefs somehow? I don't know."


On the deck of the Second Shank...

Sigmund believes he can delegate bomb squad duty to the person who has the least actual body parts to lose - the ghost!

"Hey, Justine, you are inmaterial, right? Why don't you deal with that thing while we physical beings hide just in case?"

Justine just sighs.

"If it's a magical bomb, it does not matter if I'm intangible. Don't be an idiot. Feel free to cower, though."

Sigmund freely complies with the latter idea, as this was something he was going to do anyway, making his way to the cargo hold and huddling in a corner together with the curled-up and unsettled Kevin.

This climate of fear is not reassuring to anyone, least of all Morton, who also finds himself succumbing to a certain degree of panic.

"Uh--Er, Excuse me, sir-or-miss... Shiny Orb? Are you perhaps, er, looking for someone... O-or perhaps require aid of some kind? Perhaps the owner of this fine vessel? Can you, ah, speak, or perhaps... well, erm, say something?" he asks, shimmying toward the stairs down. The pumpkin turns to him, then possibly emotes in some fashion - not being an expert in the body language of either pumpkins or arthropods, Morton can't rightly say. It starts to scratch the deck with one of its legs, though. Justine tilts her head at the creature curiously.

"It doesn't look very dangerous. And it also looks to be writing something."

[Innsmothe]

"Do I look like I keep up with all that nonsense? It was bad enough having to sort me husbands paperwork in a tidy fashion let alone having to read the rubbish.
Though, I wonder if anyone has ever experimented with a living focus though, I presume that would be a rather rotten yet abstractly powerful thing to do?"

After an answer Scott will bid his leave and take another scouring look at the filth and scum surrounding the ship for danger and malediction.

[Tomcost]

-Allright, nothing seems to be happening up there. That means that everybody is already dead or nothing happened. Do magic explosion make any kind of noise?

[Xanmyral]

Morton started calming down, slightly, at the sight that the thing did attempt some form of communication. Perhaps they were overreacting? Shouting plague in a theater, he supposes. The butler's curiosity got the better of him and he drew closer to the pumpkin-golem-spider thing. Gumpder? Pidem? Pidem sounds more refined.

"Hm... Apologies, but I'm afraid I didn't quite understand that. Can you perhaps raise a leg--or tap once--for yes, and raise two legs--or tap twice if that's more convenient--for no? Although I suppose that's reliant on if you understand us as well... Are you seeking the captain of this vessel? Or perhaps someone else?" The desk will attempt to see if he can get a look at whatever Pidem is writing, albeit from a respectful distance.

[Xantalos]

They're obviously scared of my intimidating glare.

Swagger into a nearby house to look for chairs. If none are found, swagger back out and look for more elsewhere. If there are chairs, then claim them for my body and swagger out and go looking for more elsewhere.

[Harry Baldman]

In Art's room...

Scott realizes that focus creation is probably beyond the bounds of his patience right now, and responds accordingly.

"Do I look like I keep up with all that nonsense? It was bad enough having to sort me husbands paperwork in a tidy fashion let alone having to read the rubbish. Though, I wonder if anyone has ever experimented with a living focus though, I presume that would be a rather rotten yet abstractly powerful thing to do?"

"I get the feeling I've talked about this with either you or some other guy recently. Can't remember who exactly now that you've all changed... well, most of you, anyway. Still, one of the more powerful magic users right now is a guy whose focus is his cat or something. So it works, but it's real dangerous. I think, anyway."

Scott, having heard this answer, bids his leave intensely and goes back on deck, whereupon he observes Justine and Morton seemingly communicating with some kind of pumpkin with legs.

"Hm... Apologies, but I'm afraid I didn't quite understand that. Can you perhaps raise a leg--or tap once--for yes, and raise two legs--or tap twice if that's more convenient--for no? Although I suppose that's reliant on if you understand us as well... Are you seeking the captain of this vessel? Or perhaps someone else?" the desk says, edging toward the pumpkin, which he has tentatively dubbed Pidem. The creature doesn't seem to mind, and Morton gets a look at what it's writing, which appears to be a simple message scrawled with the sharp spidery appendage of the creature in a reasonably legible cursive script.

It reads "I am Evelyn. Changed."

"Ah. Evelyn. You've sure changed a lot."

The pumpkin taps one of its legs once.


In the streets of Shriekpot...

Niklas concludes that his rugged seafarer stare must be what is scaring away all these lily-livered, weak-bellied southerners.

"They're obviously scared of my intimidating glare."

"Maybe you should not glare at them, then. People like it when you are nice to them, and are far more likely to engage in the trade of goods for services, the mainstay of the wandering, grizzled northern warrior, in that event."

There is a house nearby, Niklas observes, but entering it proves to be a bit of a problem. The door doesn't look locked or anything, but it is closed, which for an armless misfit like Niklas places it right into the "somewhat insurmountable" obstacle category.

[Tomcost]

Sigmund was getting impatient, he said:

-Who wants to have a look? I say that the individual who can't be mangled even more should go, as he hasn't got anything to lose. Right, Kevin?

[Xantalos]

Oh right. Let's see if I can get them to give me arms.

Trundle back to ship.

[miauw62]

"No."

[Innsmothe]

Stares at da people.
"I swear...if the Artist turns into a damn object d'art I am just going to walk away."