Elizabeth considers her spell choices for a second or two.
Pigeon barrier sounds good, thanks. Now then, what shall we do...The voice doesn't immediately reply.
~are you asking me?~Elizabeth vaguely affirms that the voice is free to make suggestions, at any rate.
~more magic, then? good to have more magic.~A bit disappointing, but Elizabeth supposes it couldn't hurt.
~let's go, then.~[Elizabeth's mind roll: 3+1]
A round of moderately disturbing imagery later, Elizabeth feels like she has yet another choice ahead of her.
1. Weaken Chimney
2. Animate Lipstick
good enough? take one anyway. you never know.
There is a moment of quiet as Elizabeth wonders whether magic is the only way she can relate to the voice. And whether the voice wonders about the same thing.
Halesey quickly thanks the guy for allowing him to crash here. However, just as he is about to go on his business, he recalls that he kind of did bust out the door. So he should fix it like a good houseguest, right? He looks around, easily locating a handy plate of scrap metal, a brick and what may have been perfectly good nails some fifteen years ago. He then nails the plate over the hole, supposing it's a pretty good fix, all things considered.
"Nice work, dude!" the Jesus-lookalike says, which Halesey can't help but feel a little proud about. At this point, he accepts the offer of food, and his new friend takes him over to a pretty nice fire they've got going on the factory floor - there's six people grouped around it, four guys and two women, all looking to be of various ages and origins. One of them has a pretty old-looking guitar, but he isn't the one who stands out the most. The one who stands out the most is one of the women - she, unlike her comrades, appears to be a big fan of dressing in a business casual manner. In addition, she looks less unclean. They look a tad perplexed when the Jesus-man takes Halesey over to them.
"Hey, guys, this guy wants to stay here a while."The others nod and murmur in assent, apart from the unusual woman, who eyeballs Halesey suspiciously.
"I think you're good, man," the friendly fellow says, seating Halesey in a fairly nonchalant fashion and fetching a can of something called "Tourists' Breakfast", then handing it to him along with a can opener that's seen better days. Halesey looks at the group of people. Aside from the woman, they don't really look back.
Still in the potato dimension,
Larry tries a nice spell.
[Larry's affinity roll: 5+1]
As he summons up the power of telescopic tea, whatever that is, his right hand glows with a suspiciously pleasing golden brown light. For some reason, he wants to touch something with it.
Kat, not sure that the skirt heard her over the sound of its own awfulness, tries again. Her mind is centered on the skirt, and, in one incredibly charged second, she shushes it. She shushes it like a librarian would shush her most hated enemy, with enough intensity to strike a full-grown man mute for at least an hour, if not more. The skirt glows for a moment, then stops doing so. Hm. Wonder what that did exactly.
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