In the streets of Mothdale...Sigmund decides that the most preferable course of action here would be to hide, hide like the worm he undoubtedly is! Noticing a nearby hole in the ground he dives down it, supposing that wherever that might lead, it's probably not worse than here - and he's actually sort of right. It's dark, it's cold, he's about knee-deep (well, he would be if he had knees, anyway) in highly brownish-green water, there is a distinct tunnel-like feel to the place, and the ground feels like it is very happy to see him, judging by the pronounced tingle he gets from it. And there's no dolphins or avenues for aerial attack! Splendid!
Elsewhere,
Mark decides to take these orders as seriously as he possibly can, and immediately heads out to the harbor. Or, to be more precise, hops. He jumps down the street, hoping that the harbor is indeed the way he's trying to go.
[Mark's dodge roll: 5+1-
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He's so filled with hope, in fact, that he only barely dodges some sort of transparent sky-filth flying at him from above. It does not attempt to give chase, so Mark finds it easy to get away and reach the harbor - he can see the ship from here! He also notices the Captain and his entourage of shades, who seem to be gently floating toward it from another direction. He also sees a mound of some unidentified substance floating next to the ship - it seems beset with walruses, who appear to be looking at the ship and poking it with their tusks.
Further away still,
Morton tries to keep it together despite his distressing state. Keeping his priorities in mind, he uses his one functional arm - the one on the drawer side - to check his tea supplies, and is rather happy when he finds them unharmed, if a little disorderly from the sudden impact. He then looks around for somebody who might help - luckily, he does notice something up in the sky - Evelyn. She seems to have noticed him as well, and flies right down, landing on Morton's broken body momentarily.
~You are still alive, it seems. Stay that way. We shall be leaving soon. Move to the ship as well as you are able.~[Morton's will roll: 4]
Yes, Morton does believe he will stay alive - after all, he's still got many milestones in teamaking to achieve before he can give up on this second chance. So what if he's only half the desk he used to be? Time and tea wait for no one!
In a room in the Red Tower of Power...Niklas supposes that maybe imagining candy will be a distant plan C for now - instead, he tries to summon up whatever is left of his chair charm and appear as desirable to sit on as possible. He feels solid and comfortable, now it's only a matter of projecting that outward.
[Niklas' charm roll: 6]
He finds that as soon as he shuts up and just appears as natural as he can, people can't wait to sit on him! Soon a whole fifteen people have gathered on his body, fighting amongst each other for space while they read books, enjoy their quiet time and, in the case of at least three of the arrivals, their rather hideous nakedness. Looks like Niklas has become quite the popular hangout within the space of an hour.
In a guest receiving area of Lizzie's mistress...Kevin is starting to get a bad feeling here, and so is she. She is an undead jester, not some kind of mage! This doesn't feel right. She should put this whole thing in order right now. Playtime's over. Time to do this. Just put in a barrier between the souls, then separate them. Simple.
Once again, though, it proves not to be. The barrier takes a lot of effort to erect for him, and feels somewhat incomplete - more of an indicator of where to begin rather than a solid separator. And as she evaluates this, he finds that she does not have a lot of time before he becomes her and vice versa. Things are already looking fairly perilous, in fact.
In a dark library...Scott, not the wise sort by any means, decides to engage the terrible man lower down in conversation.
"Uh... hello? I come with... boundless curiosity?"The man looks up at him, then takes a step to the left, suddenly appearing up on the second floor of the library next to a rather interesting shelf, from which he retrieves a book and leafs through it. Nodding along for a minute, he looks at Scott.
[Dustman's magic roll: 6]
Suddenly, Scott finds himself... elsewhere. He can't quite tell where he is - everything's a blinding white suddenly. He definitely feels like he's gone somewhere, though. Somewhere not too good, obviously.
Outside a ruined tavinn in Blynn...Timothy, confused little bugger that he is, tries to confess his accidental crimes to the suffering man in front of him.
"So uh. I's real sorries. Just trys to helps, you know? But nuffin' ever goes right, nope. Alla times I tries an' helps anybody I does it all wrong, makes fings worse an' stuff. See, I's brings all dat food for youse, because I's hearing how hungy you is. But den it's nah fit through da door, so I's needs to get you outside, an' I worries dat you won't trusties me, and well... thingses go all wrong agains." "Shit, man, what did you do? Was that you who blew me up? That's not an okay thing to do! My legs are broken, man! Why would you do that?" he asks, looking really shocked and pained by the realization that his would-be assassin turned out to be an invisible failure at charity. Timothy decides not to dwell on this failure and asks the next question.
"...Is anyfing I can do ta makes you better? I's not messes it up dis time. Maybe.""I don't know, can you help me in any way without blowing me up or whatever?" he asks in a shaky voice, grabbing a handful of food and shoving it into his mouth. However, the pain really seems to distract him from eating, judging by the way he keeps pausing in his chewing to groan with dissatisfaction.
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