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[Harry Baldman]

So long as they're strong, I'm good, though I would prefer to have hands I could cook with.

"'Kay. Don't move."

[Xantalos]

Don't move.

[Innsmothe]

Make improvised tea using the teabags in the mugs themselves.

"It'll do, might be a bit stronger so lets compensate with more sugar."

[Spinal_Taper]

"Any other advice?"

[Xanmyral]

Morton observed Scott's interesting idea, and searched the kitchen for glasses and a replacement pot. He set his currently ruined one away in one of his drawers, he'll remove it properly later in a way it deserves, instead of just simply being set aside like some common kitchenware. "That's a rather interesting way to go about it, sir Scott, although I fear it may take a bit of the fun out of it." The desk joked, then continued. "I'm afraid the initial need of hot water is not abated however, and I question the addition of sugar, but I suppose that's more a personal preference. Perhaps set it aside as a choice for the individual?"

[Silly typo is silly.]

[Harry Baldman]

On the deck of the Second Shank...

Sigmund, observing that Mark appears to be in even better than perfect health, at least from a physical standpoint, propositions him in a manner that would be downright lewd if the circumstances weren't what they are.

"I see that Gunther has already finished working on you, Mark. As you have noticed, there are some people who need to be fixed here, and I am one of them. So, I suppose that you should be able to get us in a proper condition if you had materials to work with, right?"

Mark remains stoically silent and unresponsive. Sigmund wonders what to make of that. Maybe all his enthusiasm is spent already?

A short distance away, Niklas has successfully negotiated an arms deal with Erin, and now he enacts the final step on his part - complete motionlessness! As he becomes still, Erin starts to work her magic again.

[Erin's magic roll: 4]

Suddenly, Niklas' chair legs transform, with four small claw-like fingers growing on the bottom of each leg - they feel somewhat responsive, too! Niklas has hands once again!

This transformation along with the recent arrival of Mark signals to Kevin that there's really something he should be doing, and that something is getting his bad self fixed already! He rolls down the gangway and heads off to Gunther Gunnarson's stall, which he reaches rather promptly. There he notices Gunther himself, getting his stall in order. The man looks at him with a tired expression.

"Ah. Hello. You're here to get fixed as well, right? Give me a moment and we'll begin."


In the kitchen of the Second Shank...

Scott and Morton, armed with ingenuity and a great need for tea, go about the mitigation of the situation and creation of some wonderful beverages through the use of methods that many older butlers might find questionable - really, a bag full of tea? How does that even work? Regardless, Morton locates a small pot and commences the making of hot water.

Midway through the process, however, Scott finds, much to the distress of the tea-loving elements of both his and Morton's mind, that the sailcloth appears to be completely waterproof.


In a house of hands...

Darren asks the hand person for some final tips, hoping to be as prepared as possible.

"Any other advice?"

The creature starts slowly tapping its eye-hand fingers against the floor, which makes a rather considerable amount of noise.

"Hm... well, this one is more common sense than anything, but I'll say it anyway - if one of these ghosts says they see something, you take their word for it. Don't say nothing's actually there, even if that's the truth. Play along. Don't ever call them crazy or insinuate that they're not of entirely sound mind - even if you're completely right, and odds are that you will be if you meet someone - calling them out on their delusions never works. It only makes them distrust you. Also, if you go to the tombs, make sure to bring gifts of some kind - they might distract the ghosts from noticing you're not exactly supposed to be there," the hand deliberately explains.

[Innsmothe]

Try and find some thin linen or even silk handkerchiefs to replace the sail-bags.

[killerhellhound]

Mark stares at Sigmand someone asking for medical help that hadnt happened before

He grinned as much as his tree could this would be fun

Practice !!MEDICINE!! on Sigmand

[Tomcost]

Mark stares at Sigmand someone asking for medical help that hadnt happened before

He grinned as much as his tree could this would be fun

Practice !!MEDICINE!! on Sigmand

((You don't have any body parts. We should go hunting drunks))

[Xanmyral]

[Next time, on drunk hunt...]

"Perhaps we should just brew the tea as per the norm, sir Scott? We have a pot now, although it is rather small. It may take a few times to get enough water to appease everyone with the tea. If you're really so bent on that strange method however, perhaps you should consider inquiring as to if good tailor Craig might have some suitable textile?" Morton just goes about his regular way of making tea while Scott goes about trying to work his new fangled approach.

[killerhellhound]

Revising his idea since he has nothing to fix with Mark grabs Sigmend and drags him to a local bar

[miauw62]

((I can't believe we're actually hunting drunks for their body parts))
"Alright. How long do you think this is gonna take?"

[killerhellhound]

((Well I was doing it earlier I believe that was why I was in jail))

[Tomcost]

Simgund wispered to Mark, once he realized that he was going to a place with a little too much people:

-I think that we should find a lonely drunk one, rather than a bunch of them. You know, it's not going to be easy to subdue a bunch of people.

Go find a wandering drunk.



((You were in jail for trying to steal Brnwicke's Books))

[Harry Baldman]

In the kitchen of the Second Shank...

Scott, knowing that his method is sound even if the execution could use a little work, is undeterred from his quest to make this strange thing called a "tea bag". He looks around for some linen or silk cloth. Sadly though, there is none within the kitchen.

"Perhaps we should just brew the tea as per the norm, sir Scott? We have a pot now, although it is rather small. It may take a few times to get enough water to appease everyone with the tea. If you're really so bent on that strange method however, perhaps you should consider inquiring as to if good tailor Craig might have some suitable textile?" Morton suggests, going about the making of tea his own way. As Scott looks in vain, he makes enough tea for two whole cups. Wonder who he could serve it to.


On the deck of the Second Shank...

Mark is about to unleash his long-suppressed medicinal instincts until the realization that he hasn't got any materials hits him. He takes Sigmund and heads out into the dark streets of the city, intent on finding some drunks to butcher.

Luckily, the Feisty Jelly is just nearby, which happens to be a constant source of stumbling drunks leaving one by one, which is known in Mark's line of work as free body part city.


At Gunther Gunnarson's stall...

Kevin confirms his determination to become less of an invalid as soon as possible.

"Alright. How long do you think this is gonna take?"

"No idea. But let's get to it."

Gunther lifts Kevin from the ground, slings him over his shoulder and takes him inside to the shop, whereupon he lays the broken jester down on a table and begins to work.

"Hm... where to begin?" he says out loud, searching for an appropriate tool amongst the available ones, but seemingly coming up with nothing. "Erm... guess I'll have to take you apart to see what's what, then."

He stays true to his word - grabbing a saw, he removes each of Kevin's limbs one by one, then detaches his pelvis, running into surprisingly little trouble on the way, then starts to dissect the resulting mess, removing shards of an unknown material from the mystical-looking arms and legs.

"Huh. Looks like you had bones, really, but these are just ruined. Guess I'll have to figure something out."

The next hour or so is spent by the man looking for and finding a whole lot of metal pipes, which he then deposits in a great pile. Kevin looks on as Gunther adds hinges to the things, testing them to see if they work right for a bit. He then goes about the process of reconstructing the pelvis in a very detailed fashion.