Larry can't abide this disrespect of newly acquired personal property - these happy zombies are itching to get themselves wrecked right here.
"Hell with this! This is our house!" he shouts, pointing at the miniature horde of invaders.
[Larry's affinity roll: 2+1]
[Larry's finesse roll: 6-->2]
[Happy TB Person 1's body roll: 6-->5]
He aligns his palm with the face of the nearest happy zombie, firing off a single alkaline trouser golem at it! It flies through the air, impacting the person's face and bouncing up into the air, landing right behind the bunch of people. The person it hit doesn't seem overly bothered, although it does seem that something is seriously broken in her face now. Oh well. Larry shouts for the golem to protect the factory. It doesn't seem to have heard him.
Halesey, meanwhile, tries to resist the power that he calls... The Power. The Power is quite the tempting thing, you see.
"Ah man... Shit..." he mumbles to himself as his eyes bobble and twitch imperceptibly. This magic happening is beginning to set him off.
"They just can't... y'know... bust in an' shit... You know, Larry, I think this book has kinda stolen my head, or something, and it's like I don't give a shit that it's stolen my head, 'cos I got a better fecking head to replace it with, you knoww'I'msaying? Like, a better fecking head, man, like, man, they got like ten fecking seconds to get the feck away from my fecking leyline before I blast their asses right into potato feckin' hell, man, shit... That's what it feels like my head, my new better feckin' head, is like, telling me to do, man... Awww."His imperceptible twitch subsides as he shoots out his hand in the direction of the freaky zombies.
[Halesey's affinity roll: 2]
However, the mafiosi refuse to appear. Maybe... maybe this is a sign? A sign that there are... better alternatives? As the zombie people are slowly getting to an uncomfortable distance of about twenty meters away from Halesey and Larry, the thought becomes more and more urgent. They're faster than they look. Not a lot faster, but still.
The Jesus-dude, for his part, does his best to take his two squatter friends out of the way of the slow zombie procession, and he succeeds at this rather easily, as his two friends seem to recognize their need to avoid jubilant and coughing people.
* * * * *
Clair quickly ascertains that her next objective is very clearly the grocery store, and heads over there, accompanied by
John. The sudden movement in the room is enough to alert
Samuel, who stirs from his resting place. What was that? Those footsteps sounded like Clair's. But he can't see the source! And they are getting further away! No! Samuel, not ready to be left alone in this world just yet, follows the rhythmic sound of Clair's footsteps on all fours, equally unready for two-legged forms of self-conveyance. As he half-crawls, half-rolls out into the street, he guesses he's got this following thing down - now it's time to mix this shit up a little. He transitions to full-on rolling, taking the magazine, opening it and somersaulting along the street in a series of fluid motions.
[Samuel's mind roll: 5-1+2]
He finds that the spinning sensation of rolling about helps with the absorption of forbidden knowledge, and is most delighted by the way he keeps discovering new things today.
1. Teleport Cabbage
2. Poisonous Tea Wave
3. Shrink Licorice
Don't stop researching! Don't ever give up! Take any spells you want, and don't ever stop believing!
Meanwhile, Clair and John wonder what the hell is Samuel doing right behind them. He seems to have forgotten how to walk, hilariously enough. That dude is
fucked up, for real. For some reason, the sight makes both of them draw dangerously close to cracking up, so they ignore him for now, as they have reached the grocery store - an MMMart very much like any other you'd find in the city, complete with mildly disgruntled personnel, low prices and a lot of early Christmas decorations. The aforementioned personnel are only mildly disturbed by Samuel's inability to stand.
"Excuse me, but is that man with you?" a friendly security guard asks John and Clair. The two less stoned mages wonder how quickly one should reply 'no sir' in these circumstances.