In the streets of Mothdale...
Sigmund knows how to handle dogs, obviously - back away slowly, don't make any sudden moves, be smooth, keep up an air of mystery, make sure to keep them interested, make a joke occasionally, preferably high comedy...
As he rolls away, though, the dog just keeps growling and slowly moving in his direction. It does not seem to like his presence one bit, though it does not look like it wants to particularly bite him, either. So Sigmund is left indecisive on the matter of whether burping at it forcefully would be appropriate under the circumstances.
In a hall in the Red Tower of Power...
Niklas, seeing nothing wrong with this new body, takes a moment to get used to moving around in it - it is rather easy, and the woman seems about as agile and strong as a regular person despite her small stature. It has no beard, but this is something Niklas believes he can fix with time and effort.
With all that clarified, Niklas runs to look for the fat lady - unfortunately, though, she is nowhere to be found, Niklas realizes after running through the nearby rooms. And the other people seem to be avoiding him for some reason.
"Dad? I have a question - are you still Dad or should I call you Mom now?" Torkel suddenly asks on top of all this.
At the Second Shank...
Mark, careful of the walruses in the water, hops onto the ship and begins to search for things of importance - he finds that all the supplies of the ship have gone completely untouched, and that nobody seems to currently be on it aside from him. Shortly after him, the Captain enters along with his enslaved helpers, as one can easily tell from the wailing that soon permeates the air. Guess there's not much to do now except hope that that bumping noise that the walruses seem to be making is not some kind of ominous portent of things to come but rather their inability to achieve some kind of objective. Just as he thinks this, though, he notices two tusks pierce through one of the nearby walls, then promptly remove themselves, allowing water to begin streaming in. Uh... that's not good. And, judging by the sounds he's hearing, more holes are getting made elsewhere as well.
Morton, meanwhile, moves up to the deck of the ship, taking up a watchful, inanimate position as he begins to recite the Listening Chant once again. It takes hold relatively quickly, the last chanting still fresh in his mind, and soon he can hear quite a few interesting things. Like the wind. And the birds. Nothing anyone cares too much about, though. Although he does hear a very unusual sound, followed by the rather surprising sight of the Artiste suddenly appearing on deck.
"Dang, Morton, you look messed up. Let's hope the rest are in better shape, eh? I'd love to stay and chat, but I'd rather get below decks as soon as possible. There's birds around, you know!"
Oh, Morton most certainly knows. The Artiste, however, keeps to his word and immediately steps away, disappearing in a very unusual fashion.
Inside an artifact pet store...
Darren tries to explain current events to the pet store lady.
"The constructs. I simply need to run them over there from here."
"The... constructs? Hm..." the lady says doubtfully. "I don't think they're allowed to own pets! Also, they don't have any money, do they? And I can't just give away my pets without knowing who is getting them, yes!"
In a place of blinding white...
Scott, seeing plainly that his eyes are no good here, closes them. Or, rather pretends he can't see, which seems to work just as well despite the fact that he has no working eyes. He then spins around and heads off in a random direction, entrusting himself to the fates themselves.
Eventually, he bumps up against something. It is a very odd feeling.
"Yeeheeheeheehee!" a soft voice giggles at him.
In a guest receiving area of Lizzie's mistress...
Kevin searches his slightly changed mind for emergent information about magic, because that feels like information that would come in handy. He searches his mind, and, oddly enough, distinctly remembers being a little girl once, and wishing that she could do something about that shouty neighboring man who always interrupted her naps and nightly sleep with his very unfortunate tendency toward loudness. And that was the day she knew she wanted to have magic.
Rather disappointingly, she didn't manage to get magic before her patience ran out and she resorted to merely leading one of his children off the beaten path, capturing him in a net and then selling him off to a traveling peddler in exchange for books about learning the art of magery. The man had been a lot quieter after that, and the daily and nightly sobbing had proven far less disruptive to her at first, and after that he just moved away somewhere.
Kevin gets a slight kick from remembering that. It was a more innocent time, of course.
~Looking wistful there, Kevin. What's up?~
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