Samuel, knowing that he has attained victory, gets up unsteadily and tries to go and find the others. He is... somewhat unsuccessful. Mostly because the streetlights keep barking at him and distracting him from what he is doing with their shining and raucous laughter. Also, he can see the moon from here - it looks really pissed for some reason, and more than a little bit red-faced. It sounds like it's singing about something - some kind of war, he thinks?
* * * * *
Clair, after briefly wondering what sort of Hamlet-esque plot you could enact with a set of envenomed hats, chooses the time-tested, seductive (though she has no way to know this, obviously) power of potatoes over any alternatives, and heads out to look for those dropout kids.
John follows her, gazing into his magazine.
[John's mind roll: 6-->3+1]
His mind-wanderings are quite distracting, requiring Clair to keep a pretty close eye on him to make sure he's going in the right direction. But they are also fruitful, netting John a rather considerable number of spheres - four in total.
1. Evolve Champignon
2. Make Ghost Psychedelic
3. Become Glowing Peach
4. Breath of Highly Explosive Dihydroxyacetone
Seriously, you're doing great at this. Pick whatever you want, I'm not gonna stop you.
Eventually, the two reach the abandoned row of buildings near the factory district as instructed - it does indeed look mostly abandoned, and filled with low income housing projects that appear to have met a premature, unfortunate end - many look to be woefully unfinished. From the street, though, it's a bit difficult to tell where exactly one might find a bunch of dropouts, though Clair and John can spot some sort of light in some of the buildings - they are evidently not entirely without inhabitants.
What's more, the lack of both suspicious shadows and the ability to hear colors whispering in their minds lead the two wizards to believe that the effects of the dip may have worn off.
* * * * *
Larry, not entirely content with such a low price for such quality literature, even if he can theoretically produce infinite numbers of it, tries to persuade the pawnbroker that the stuff is really worth a better price.
"This new stuff's better, bro. Check it out!" he says, grabbing a mag from the pile and handing it to the man, who looks inside it. Judging by his expression, Larry thinks that the dude might not be impressed.
"I... don't go for that kind of thing. Keep it," he says, offering it back to Larry, though Larry seems busy with some other mag - this one seems to feature nine different women, and has a very artistic theme to it. It's a little different from the one he read before - this one seems to focus purely on beauty, rather than have an undercurrent of brutality to it than the other one - for one, the ladies in this one don't seem to be killing anyone. Furthermore, there's no feature like that of Tiamat's, which Larry still wonders about a little. In addition, the magazine itself feels somehow... inspiring to him. And not in the usual way, either!
* * * * *
Willy guesses that this lack of power needs to be mitigated soon.
"Hey, mister. Wanna help us find the Finger?"
"Not really? It sounds a little icky, honestly."Oh well. No accounting for weak stomachs in this line of work. Time to do some sensing! Willy moves forward to seek... the Finger! He stomps around the room, sniffing the air, but finds little of interest. Maybe it's behind a wall someplace?
"I sense it is around, Willy! But I don't know where!"The fat guy seems to have an idea.
"Actually, I think I know where ya can try to look - I've heard o' this place, this school downtown, Mills High, was it? That place has got something weird in it. Like, some kind of great source of power. Maybe that's what yer looking for?"
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