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[Harry Baldman]

Larry frowns.  "Just how many of these ley lines are there?  How many do we need before we can start creating our own dimensions and shit?"

"A few around here, some more in other places. About four or so in this town, yeah. As for our own dimensions... shit, I dunno. I guess with the right words we could make dimensions right now. Trouble is getting them to come out."

[Toaster]

Larry's brow furrowed.  "So... whatever.  Let's go buy this shithole, then.  Can any of you conjure diamonds and shit or do we just need to chuck the current owner into Potato Hell?"

[lawastooshort]

"... Potato Hell... I was just gonna mention it dude - we already can create other dimensions. You know, if we can't magic some gold out of thin air then yeah, we should take the owner, shove him in Potato Hell for a bit, tell that's where he stays if he don't sign the deeds over, and then... well, who care then, eh? Let's get down to the town hall or something. Where are property rights kept round here?"

Spoiler: Halesey the Fiendish Potato Mage (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

[Toaster]

"Right here."

Larry flexes.  It's not impressive.

[lawastooshort]

"In your arms?"

[Toaster]

Larry frowns.  "In my guns!"

[Errol]

Elizabeth is trying to surpress a chuckle.

[lawastooshort]

"Ah... I see. I get it. But we probably need to like sign something too, right? So let's go find that thing, and then use your guns to sign it?"

[Toaster]

"...Bah, let's just go look."

Go look.

[Cheesecake]

(I guess I'm in?)

Points:
Body 1

Finesse 1

Mind 3

Affinity 1

(I haven't been paying attention, sorry, so can someone give me a recap please?)

[lawastooshort]

(I haven't been paying attention, sorry, so can someone give me a recap please?)

(Yeah, we used potatoes and bodily violence to take over a leyline, and had an incident involving potatoes on the way. Errol's hair is also covered in mucus.

Think that's it?)

[Toaster]

((See the top half of my sig.))

[Harry Baldman]

Halesey asks the fat guy more about his plan.

"... Potato Hell... I was just gonna mention it dude - we already can create other dimensions. You know, if we can't magic some gold out of thin air then yeah, we should take the owner, shove him in Potato Hell for a bit, tell that's where he stays if he don't sign the deeds over, and then... well, who care then, eh? Let's get down to the town hall or something. Where are property rights kept round here?"

The dude, or Morbrayne, as he prefers to be known, looks flummoxed.

"Um... well... I didn't quite think that far, to be honest. I'm sure ya can figure it out, right? I got plans to draft. Gotta rearrange the things here."

A little bit of discussion and a patch of embarrassment later, the magnificent Enolamyrral has heard enough.

"...Bah, let's just go look."

And he does! He wonders where to go, though. He supposes there should be a place where this sort of thing can be sorted out, but where? And who to ask about it? He's heard there's departments across the city - the legal system's a bit weird here, not to mention rather oblique for the common man.

[lawastooshort]

((perhaps we should just approach an estate agent or whatever you call them over there, and say, look, we want this place, get him to arrange the paperwork, and then make him an offer he can't refuse))

[Toaster]

((Suits me))

"So... do we find a real estate agent, or what?"

Go find one.