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[filiusenox]

"Sorry then?" 

[Vlynndar]

"I'll accept. Don't do it again. I'm fine with the chaos, and even that infernal contract. But that just was rude."

[mission0]

"I just walked through the front door, plenty of fireworks going off for my grand entrance I suppose. Very pretty." *directed at Strife*

"Anyways Lich the roof looks fun, I think I may join you there."

Mission tries to levitate to the roof but sense he is in Strifes realm he ends up doing a somersault and lands on his head

[TheNewerMartianEmperor]

The Lich is looking at Mission.

"Huh, why did that happen?"

[mission0]

"... damn these extra planar worlds and there limits."

Mission pulls a cloud shaped trinket from his staff, swallows it and proceeds to float to the ceiling. Once there he sits down on the roof

"Hmm interesting perspective. I can see why you came up here Lich"

[Strife26]

"It's a safety thing. You should see some of the stuff we'd get into otherwise."

[Vlynndar]

Vlynndar watched with interest.
"Wow, sometimes magic must fun to have. What do you see up there?"

[TheNewerMartianEmperor]

"I don't see what's so great. I just want to get back down and sit in my Comfortable Chair."

[Nivim]

((Filiusenox, could you specify which of the many things your imps are cleaning up? Almost every one of my posts has done something, so there are a lot of stacked details.))
As one of the imps passes Myroc's old force field, some of the field sloughs off onto the imp, forming full plate armour. The imp can't move right anymore.
Dictator, arms folded in their sleeves, says from the comfortable chair
"Lich, why do you keep showing interest focused on things that shouldn't matter to you? You are a skeleton, you don't have a nervous system to feel comfort. How would you even know if this chair is comfortable?"
At that moment, a window appears on the wall right under the ivory veins, giving a view into a small busy village on market day. The window is shaped kinda like a tuna.

[mission0]

"What's not great about being up here. We are the focus of attention now because we stand out. Heck knowing you everyone should be brainwashed by now... or something weird should be happening" *directed at Lich

"That's like asking how he can digest food..." *directed at Dictator

[Vlynndar]

"... Dictator. Do you know me, or is that magic influenced by the people around it?"

[TheNewerMartianEmperor]

*Splorch* "Oh, gods damn it. You just had to ask."

"Which chair are you sitting in exactly? Is it the big sort of red one with the small penguin emblem embroidered into it's back?"

[Nivim]

((Splorch?))
"I haven't seen him eat anything anyway."
Then at the Lich,
"I just sat in the one you designated, seeing if it was the chair that moved you."
Then to Vlynndar,
"I don't understand what you're asking, explain."
A stand meant for holding a globe rises out of the floor in the corner by the bar. It is made of mahogany with bronze fittings. The ethereal snake peaks out from the floor, going back under as an imp nears.

[Vlynndar]

"Well."
He gets up and walks to the window.
"This," he motions, "is the village I grew up in. That's my house, in the distance."

[TheNewerMartianEmperor]

(That's the sound of the universe taking a good hard look at where the food went.)

"Ah, the Comfortable Chair is the one next to it. Do Not Sit In It."