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[Dwarmin]

Action: Having learned the basic skills of skirt shushing through sheer determination, Kat fist pumps the air.

She continues along this vein, attempting to create her own silencing spell instead of going back to the crazy folder.

Spoiler: Kats Stuff (click to show/hide)

Bedroom Clothes (pink bra, and hot pink boxers. White Towel on head. Long orange socks sans shoes. All mostly dry now.)
Wallet ($48 dollars cash in tens, fives and change)
Doubtfully Magic Binder
Energy Bar (Fully Eaten)

Stats
Body: 3
Finesse: 1
Mind: 1
Affinity: 1

Spells
1. Dinosaur Rain (Destructive!)
2. Enchant Skirt (Useless!)
3.
4.

[Toaster]

Touch a convenient potato.

Spoiler: Sheet (click to show/hide)

Current Name:  Larry Malone
Inventory: Magic Binder
Stats:

• Body: 0
• Finesse: 1
• Mind: 2
• Affinity: 3

Spell List:

• Repel Dihydroxiacetone Demon
• Evoke Filthy Mucus
• Alkaline Trouser Golem Beam
• Curse Pudding
• Blessing of Telescopic Tea

[Harry Baldman]

Halesey opens up his can of whatever, finding it to be full of a pinkish-brown meat-like substance that smells positively awful.

He eats it anyway. It's actually a bit better than it smells, though it still makes him feel like his mouth needs a hot shower afterward. It is at this point that he becomes quite glad that he has the folder tucked safely away underneath his clothes - much safer that way. Less prying eyes, yes.

He politely asks the group where a man who is tired beyond his years can crash in his journey through this crazy thing we call life.

The mumblers don't seem very talkative. One of them, the guy with the guitar, looks up at him and shrugs. Halesey's eyes wander along the group, stopping on the strange woman, who seems to be asking him a question.

"Who are you? You look new. Are you one of the druggies?"

Well, that's terribly blunt of her.

Kat, feeling that this is quite the triumph on her part, fist pumps the air like a true winner. Feeling like she's on a roll, she decides to take it one step further, trying to devise a spell entirely on her own!

However, try as she might, the magic just doesn't happen. Damn. And she felt so good about this, too.

~Baby, ya can't do magic like that. It's not the way o' things. Too ineffable for ya, see?~

Larry, unsure what his hand might do now, grabs a potato with it. The glow immediately passes along to the tuber, at which point it starts to feel oddly... viscous. And stretchy. Huh.

[Dwarmin]

~I would like to point out I just magically silenced that skirt I had just magically loudened. Ergo, I've developed an entirely new facet of the spell that was not originally intended.~

[Toaster]

Hmm... interesting.

Manipulate the teatato.  See if I can see through it or stretch it or whatever.

[Harry Baldman]

~I would like to point out I just magically silenced that skirt I had just magically loudened. Ergo, I've developed an entirely new facet of the spell that was not originally intended.~

~Naw, baby, that's just you dialin' down the enchantment. You can do that if you've done the thing all nice-like. You can also dial it back up. Just gotta get used to it, y'know?~

[lawastooshort]

"No ma'am, I just lost my job 'cos my new boss had something against all the English people comin' over and stealing his nephews' jobs or something, I dunno, I guess he was crazy and we kinda fell out. He kept saying I mumbled but that ay true. So I spent the last six weeks looking for something but there's not real bike shops or anything round here hiring and-

Sorry, guess you don't want my life story eh. No, I ain't a druggie and I try my best not to drink. Like a smoke now and then which I guess is a little backwards, but you know...

Look, I don't wanna be any trouble and if you don't want me round here I'll leave, but if I could just sleep indoors tonight that'd be sweet. I ain't here to freeload neither."

[Dwarmin]

~I would like to point out I just magically silenced that skirt I had just magically loudened. Ergo, I've developed an entirely new facet of the spell that was not originally intended.~

~Naw, baby, that's just you dialin' down the enchantment. You can do that if you've done the thing all nice-like. You can also dial it back up. Just gotta get used to it, y'know?~

~So, who determines the rules of magic, then? By it's nature, there's no logic to what I'm doing-time travel alone breaks nearly all the rules of physics into flinders. Are you telling me there's limits to the supernatural?~

[Harry Baldman]

"No ma'am, I just lost my job 'cos my new boss had something against all the English people comin' over and stealing his nephews' jobs or something, I dunno, I guess he was crazy and we kinda fell out. He kept saying I mumbled but that ay true. So I spent the last six weeks looking for something but there's not real bike shops or anything round here hiring and-

Sorry, guess you don't want my life story eh. No, I ain't a druggie and I try my best not to drink. Like a smoke now and then which I guess is a little backwards, but you know...

Look, I don't wanna be any trouble and if you don't want me round here I'll leave, but if I could just sleep indoors tonight that'd be sweet. I ain't here to freeload neither."

The woman looks at you slightly disinterestedly. Her suspicious look seems to have been replaced by a slightly more uncaring one.

"Eh, do what you want. Can't stop you, anyways."

~So, who determines the rules of magic, then? By it's nature, there's no logic to what I'm doing-time travel alone breaks nearly all the rules of physics into flinders. Are you telling me there's limits to the supernatural?~

~Yeah, babe. Exactly. Everything's got a limit. It's... well, how best to explain this? Hm. Well... there's one thing ya don't quite seem to get 'bout magic - yer usin' it, but it ain't yours, strictly speaking. Not the real magic, anyways. I do the real magic, and your pretty little brain just fishes bits out, y'know?~

[Dwarmin]

~All right, so I'm just borrowing the magic from you. I'm going to assume you have no reason to lie to me that I can know, so I'm just going to trust you until otherwise.

The question is, who are you?

And thanks for complimenting my brain, I think,~

[Harry Baldman]

~All right, so I'm just borrowing the magic from you. I'm going to assume you have no reason to lie to me that I can know, so I'm just going to trust you until otherwise.

The question is, who are you?

And thanks for complimenting my brain, I think,~

The voice is quiet a moment.

~Can't really say who I am, baby. And I gotta say, your brain's the best part about you - it's the one that has the actual magic in it, yeah?~

[Dwarmin]

~Alright, so you can't say who you are-can you tell me why you can't?~ She said, blatantly fishing for information now.

[Errol]

This wasn't going too well. Elizabeth felt like she was stuck. How could she try to advance the situation...

'What are you?' The most urgent question. But also one that she certainly wouldn't get answered.
'Why are you granting me magic?' Also kind of an hot topic. An interesting question whose answer could be a vital puzzle piece, but... that might be too intimate? Hm.
'What is magic?' She'd either get a smartass answer or none at all.
'Why does my magic seem so random? I kinda expected proper spells, like a Fireball or a Sleep Mist...' Also out of the question. Could easily be misunderstood...
'Where are you?' Hm... certainly an interesting one. But, would it be answered? ...

Say, would you care for some tea? Could I send you some, somehow?

[Harry Baldman]

~Alright, so you can't say who you are-can you tell me why you can't?~ She said, blatantly fishing for information now.

~Naw. Them's the breaks, sorry.~

Say, would you care for some tea? Could I send you some, somehow?

~not really. i can't actually drink tea myself.~

[lawastooshort]

After eating wander about the factory - if anyone asks I'm looking for somewhere that looks better than just a floor to sleep on. Try to discern any magical feeling as I wander, and help this by putting my hand up my hoodie to have the palm in full contact with the pages of the binder. If I find somewhere that seems to fit, and if I can be mostly sure that no one can see me or catch me at it, take a bean out of my hand and try to Displace Bean, say about ten feet.

Spoiler: Sheet (click to show/hide)

Current Name: Halesey
Inventory: Magic Binder, mobile phone, clothes (itchy trousers, hoodie, white tshirt, white trainers). Loose change. Half pack of chewing gum. Some alcoholic beans.
Stats:

• Body: 1
• Finesse: 2
• Mind: 3
• Affinity: 0

Spell List:

• Displace Beans
• Potato Vortex
• Bolt of Indestructible Beans
• Stupid Desk Shield
• Musical Garbage Blast
• Rain of Shampoo