Dave, though he is hardly prepared at all, commences the casting of the spell regardless, summoning up a smut barrier to block off the master's approach.
[Dave's affinity roll: 5-1]
A black, floury mound begins to rise before one of the banks of the rivers in front of him, directly standing in the way of the underwear master's approach - it increases in size, becoming very much like a wall, complicating the master's approach.
[Underwear Master's body roll: 5+1]
Not overly so, of course, since it isn't a very tall barrier, and it seems absolutely overjoyed at somebody being ingenious enough to bound over it, and the underwear master is delayed for but a step by its presence, perhaps not even that - within moments, it is right next to Dave!
[Underwear Master vs. Dave: 3+1 vs. 3-1]
With one hand it picks up Dave by the clown, which is very uncomfortable and which Dave would prefer that the creature stop doing, since it's not good for his spine and why is it staring contemplatively at him it's wondering how best to kill him isn't it would it please stop oh dear he's going to die now isn't he.
* * * * *
Pronouncing things such as disintegrating letters "probably not all that important",
John continues to search the room for valuables, and it takes him only the small step to the next drawer to locate something of interesting - some kind of ledger or record or whatever, filled with names. They look like patient files, various documentation, all manner of things, but with a little twist to them - there's actually only two names in them. One is Dr. James. The other is Mary, who seems to be the patient in all instances.
He finds it slightly spooky, and wonders if he should continue searching. Maybe there's more stuff like this in there, stuff he doesn't really want to find.
* * * * *
Finding the drink before him most appealing,
THE DUNKER half-eats, half-drinks the concoction, only to discover that it is actually more delicious than it seemed at first glance. Almost as good as donuts, in fact. And the three quarters of a pint of wine he just swallowed round out the experience quite nicely. It's not classy, but it sure is a drink that gladdens the soul and goes right to the hips, like all good things in life.
"Is that any good?" Joanie asks, looking at the curious beverage while sipping her wine.
"Look at him. He loves it," Nigel says, finishing his own drink within moments.
"I was thinking maybe I should have one. Hey, bartender, give me one of what he had," she says, turning to the bartender, who quickly fixes one up for her.
"Just be careful there, girl. It's less wine than it looks like, but it does go your head quickly," he says, handing it to the girl, who immediately sets her current drink aside and commences the dreating. Eanking? Something of that sort. She does rather well on it, too, her pace none too shabby, and pretty soon she's done, putting the empty glass down.
"Say, that is really good," Joanie says, smiling.
"Amazing. You didn't even fall out of your chair."* * * * *
Always helpful in these matters,
Larry commences the pornographic vomiting he is known and loved for without hesitation.
[Larry's affinity roll: 6-->3+2]
A slightly sore feeling builds in his throat as his entire digestive system convulses, propelling a steady stream of gentlemen's literature out of his suddenly widened maw, creating another pile even larger and smuttier than the previous within moments, followed by a short pause, and then ended with a powerful cough that makes one last couple of mags shoot out. Fortunately, the best thing about magic is that the feeling of a huge amount of risque material erupting forth from his esophagus is something all too easy to forget in the wake of the amazing feeling providing such a party favor brings afterward.
"That wath even better than latht time.""Indeed impressive! Now, let's see here," the angel begins to dig through the new pile, joined by Beagle.
"What were you looking for, again?" the Oldthinker wonders, stepping closer to the pile.
"This one issue! It's got Steve on the cover.""Thteve? Ithn't he dead?""Well, yeah, he is, but that's not the point!""I can thee a pretty good theraph ithue from here.""Eh, those are good for a laugh, but not much more."* * * * *
Eta, freely trusting an officer of the law like any responsible citizen, follows readily, because that's what you do in these situations. The walk there is unsteady on account of Lois, and the streets look relatively empty, with a few more or less cautious pedestrians walking around more or less cautiously, and a few cars making their way around the neighborhood every few minutes.
"You shouldn't really be investigating any sites of recent unexplained activity, ma'am," the officer reminds her as they make their way down the street.
"They can be very dangerous - it took us a lot of time to catch all the sasquatch things who were running around the neighborhood previously, and some still escaped, like the one right there in the front yard," she says, pointing at the hairy humanoid still chewing on a bone of some sort.
"If it became aggressive, it could have seriously hurt you. The curfew's there for a reason - we don't know what's happening right now, but it is very clear that a lot of it poses a danger to the regular citizen."They continue walking, reaching what is very obviously the police precinct quite quickly - within the group are met by a minimalist interior populated by rather disgruntled, peeved and just plain confused police officers, as well as a frazzled receptionist, and the officer leads the two of them past all that, to a none-too-isolated desk, where she sits down and pulls up two currently unoccupied chairs for Eta and Lois to sit down as well.
The officer, whose name tag, much more readable under this lighting than in the shabby illumination of the overcast sky out there, informs Eta that her last name seems to be Rieux, her first initial is an I, and that her rank is that of a sergeant, starts up a rather antiquated computer sitting next to her. While an equally antiquated operating system loads, she fetches a notepad and a pen.
"Now, first things first, if you'd be so kind as to tell me your name," she asks.
"And your friend's name as well, if you don't mind."
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