Dave, his mind beginning to slightly ache from the persistent stress he insists on putting it through, tries to extend his design into the fourth dimension as well. It's not exactly easy work, obviously, but Dave thinks he's got a workable design all up and ready within some thirty minutes of sustained imagining. He wonders briefly whether trying to create a four-dimensional object in three-dimensional space is the best idea, but then realizes that A) this is magic, and B) things are probably going to work out alright even if point A is not enough, because he can't see any way this can possibly go wrong.
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THE DUNKER, surely not one to shy away from foul smells or mortal danger, what with having been the occupant of a prison cell for quite a significant period of his life, decides to make an effort to reach the leyline, getting down on his hands and knees and clambering into the sewage tunnel, hoping that his girth is not so great that he cannot make it through.
[THE DUNKER's body roll: 4-1]
It becomes difficult to breathe almost immediately, and THE DUNKER finds the sewage surprisingly pliant as he tries to make his way through it in the direction that he senses. He gets about ten meters ahead until he begins to feel slightly oxygen-deprived - and yet the leyline is not very far now. The question is, is he prepared to risk his life moving ahead? Suffocating would be bad enough. But suffocating in a sewer? Oh dear. And even more importantly, will he even be able to find his way back? So far the path has been roughly straight, but now he comes to a slight turn, a 4-way intersection - the leyline can be sensed about midway between two alternatives.
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Halesey, tired of this mafia person's guff, cuts loose fully and without restraint.
"Right. You asked for it."[Halesey's affinity roll: 4+1]
Suddenly, a tiny pillow appears next to the potato nearest the mafioso's nose - Halesey can see it very well, if he twists his head to a painful degree.
"That's kind of weird, I admit," the mafioso says, and then, as if responding, the potato flies off into the distance on the pillow, presumably to have some sort of magical adventure.
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Larry, not one to waste even a vaguely-worded opportunity to speak with the illustrious Tom, starts to immediately talk as loudly as possible into the phone.
"Uhh... cool. HEY TOM! THE OLDTHINKER UP IN SATURN WOULD LIKE TO SPEAK WITH YOU! YOU KNOW, THE SATURN HEAVEN? HE SAYS YOU HAVE PERMISSION TO COME AND GO AS YOU PLEASE! Uhh... OKAY?""Stop shouting.""Yeah, man. I can totally hear you. No need to holler, you know? Anyway, why would I want to go up there? Who's the Oldthinker?" the voice of Tom cuts in.
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