Also adding some stuff to the travel turn:
Ask the mages which is the color of robe an air or wind mage would use.
The answers vary quite a bit.
The first is
~Mages do not color code themselves according to specialty. It gives away far too much information. This is why the University of Magic removed dress codes for students.~The second is
"I dunno, I guess white, gray or blue, maybe?"The third is
"Why do you need a robe? You've got pretty nice duds already. Mages usually have robes with lots of pockets to keep stuff inside of, but you seem like you've got plenty of those in your coat already."The fourth is
"Your robe color depends on what organization you belong to, not the type of magic you use. And air manipulators aren't frequently in the habit of forming their own organizations. They're usually part of more varied groups."The fifth is
"I'd guess white, or maybe gray? Seems thematically appropriate. Although my host has often wished that wind mages would wear thematically appropriate transparent clothing."The sixth is
"It's more of a question of taste than tradition, really. Unless you pick something like pink, you should be fine."You guess there's no definite answer, then. Unless you count white, which got two mentions.
In the engineers' quarter of the City of the Dead...Darren, guessing that he should probably get the lady some customers right now, heads back to civilization - it takes him an hour or so to speedily float back to the town above the ghost city. Right now, it appears to be morning, and the town, while not exactly bustling with activity, seems to have regained some life in the time Darren's been away. The girl appears to have returned to her store as well.
"Had fun, I assume?"In the outer section of Blynn...Timothy, intrigued by these people, but especially by the pink dog, draws closer to the group. After all, if they were meeting in private, that must mean they had something interesting to discuss! He floats right up to the group, listening in on what they're saying.
"-and that was that," the woman says, apparently finishing up some kind of story.
"I'm sure you did your best," the man says, looking her straight in the eyes.
"But I didn't get anything for you.""Fasting clears the mind, I find.""It also makes you desperate and more than a little rash.""Well, if I start to feel hungry, I'll just get something from the fields, heheheh.""Don't mess around. You hear me? I cannot afford to go look for you there again.""Yeah, I hear you. I'll stay here a while. Maybe find one of the other residents. They'll be able to help, I bet," the man says and grins widely.
The woman just sighs, looking at the fellow doubtfully. The man responds by giving her a rather warm-looking hug. Aw. Giving them a moment of privacy, Timothy looks at the dog. It's a real strange creature, to be sure. At closer inspection, he notices several things about it. For one, it seems to be quite unnaturally skinny, and its legs appear to bend in ways they probably shouldn't for normal dogs. It has no eyes that Timothy can see, and its ears have a peculiar spiraling shape to them. Finally, the form of the dog seems to be shifting with every moment, changing its width, length and depth slowly and seemingly randomly over time. He wonders what might be up with the thing when he hears the conversation resume. Looking back, he notices that the two still haven't broken up their hug.
"A voice spoke to me today.""Like, a disembodied one?""No, not really - it was some kind of ghost, I think. But then it started following me. And became invisible. It wanted to help me with something.""I hope you didn't accept, right?""Of course. He was probably a BCM operative, anyway. Had this strange quality to his voice, some kind of mental magic, I think. Gave him the slip after telling him to leave me alone.""Calmly, I hope.""Well, no. But I think he left anyway. Seemed a bit weird in the head, you know what I mean?""Aren't they all?"
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