Dave, having little to no other recourse, tries to engulf a nearby set of dentures in angel ghosts. Because why not, right?
[Dave's affinity roll: 4-1]
And lo and behold, a single ghost is once more conjured, encircling a single set of dentures before said set is consumed in the otherwise homogenous mass as Dave is carried slowly on the intradimensional denture streams to an unknown destination. Dave feels slightly pleased when he spots a confused-looking furry humanoid nearby, floating in the same direction and violently struggling with another humanoid, one made of dentures from the looks of it. That's a lot more fascinating than what he's had to feast his eyes on so far.
* * * * *
Larry, placated but not yet satisfied by all these new spells, prepares himself for more magical fun across the eighth dimension, though he's not really sure how much more prepared he can be. After all, he's here, he's got the book, he wants magic and right now he's just trying to wring some extra immediate usefulness out of a set of motions he can repeat pretty much infinitely as far as he knows at the expense of time. Maybe it'd be faster and easier to just try to absorb the shit as it flows through his mind rather than fart around and do breathing exercises before the fact, y'know?
* * * * *
Eta is a tad surprised at Lois' decidedly selective and arbitrary knowledge base.
"Oh, not even one of those little definitions of yours?" she asks.
"I don't think so. I know that it's illegal to manufacture and distribute showerheads with a flow rate in excess of 2.5 gallons per minute around here. Though exactly why such a law exists, I am not quite sure," Lois replies. Quite puzzling indeed.
"Well, it's quite easy. Here, let me show you." Eta says, leading Lois over to the bathroom, which seems to have a bath-shower combination complete with a bar of soap and a selection of scented shower gels.
"Use this thing here to adjust the water pressure and temperature like this to whatever is comfortable for you," she says, demonstrating the standard operating procedure of a shower, which Lois seems rather intrigued by,
"and then just strip and get in. Use the water to rinse your skin and hair, then use some shower gel to clean the your skin and hair. Then use some water to remove the shower gel from your body and you're done. Is that OK? Or do you need more info?"[/color]
"I get the gist of it, thank you," Lois says, grimacing a little and nodding.
"Great, I'll go unpack then. Call me if you need anything. I'll leave a bathrobe and some towels here for you so that you can dry yourself and have something to wear once you're done," Eta says, and immediately makes good on her promise, delivering a robe and a set of towels for Lois' personal use. After being thanked by Lois, she returns to the main room and turns on the TV - national news appear to be on, fortunately enough, though they appear to contain nothing more precise in terms of information than a few basic facts that she knows already, though it is interesting to know that her explosive pillar has apparently made it on national news after it seems to have swallowed up a perfectly innocent bomb squad person (who still has not been recovered from the depths). Still seems to be stoically and vaguely menacingly standing in the street, too, even though a rather large crowd seems to have appeared all around it despite the police's efforts to disperse all onlookers. It's quite surreal seeing it in news footage, actually. The coverage of the event is predictably bland, and Eta finds it extremely difficult to consciously pay attention to the exact words of the newscaster as a result, but the basics of it do indicate that authorities are pretty much stumped by the thing.
Furthermore, they do seem to have a recording of her voice explaining all those demands on the phone as well - Eta's somewhat worried by the poor quality of her improvised voice-changing, honestly, and the authorities, according to the news, are taking it far more seriously than she was at the time. Her thoughts involuntarily wander to the subject of what people around these parts do with individuals who threaten to bomb public installations, and she's all too familiar with the stories about
that kind of thing. Oh dear.
While Eta ponders life in prison without possibility of parole, she hears Lois come out of the bathroom, complete with bathrobe and rather frizzy hair. She looks quite fresh, clean and very much flushed.
"That... looks familiar," she says, looking at one of the many aerial zoom-ins of the thylacine pillar while a befuddled man from some university or another speaks via phone interview to the newscaster.
"Also, a very nice bathrobe, this. I think it's my favorite article of clothing yet," she adds.
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Halesey, after suddenly developing the holy superpower of potato empathy, tries to find his home in order to regroup. Walking down the street, he notices a grocery store, and can't resist going in and looking for some potatoes, which do seem to be very much present in very sizable quantities. Very cheap, too, which Halesey supposes he should be leery of, but decides that, since it would presumably be heresy to eat the potatoes anyway, expiration is not something he needs worry about presently, and thus he buys 2.5 kilos of tubers and heads home.
It's about five o' clock in the evening when he gets there, and he keenly realizes that he seems to be lower on money than before, and his date is approaching. Whether that's his most important concern right now, however, is another question.
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