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[Tomcost]

((I am finally getting fixed FUCK YEAH

also in a town of weird people we aren't the weirdest, that is disturbing for this community, wheres Derm when you need him))

((Why would we need Derm when we have hateful mushrooms?))

[killerhellhound]

((I am finally getting fixed FUCK YEAH

also in a town of weird people we aren't the weirdest, that is disturbing for this community, wheres Derm when you need him))

((Why would we need Derm when we have hateful mushrooms?))

Derm would speed it up alot

[Harry Baldman]

In a void of insensibility...

Niklas attempts to empty his mind once more. Fortunately, he is getting rather good at this, mostly due to repetition, and manages to abolish all thought from that nonexistent cranium of his.

Come to think of it, not having a brain might also be a pretty good way to empty your mind, and Niklas has already got that part down pat. So he's pretty much all good now.


At Gunther Gunnarson's stall...

Sigmund, interrupted before he could make any choice remarks, answers Gunther.

"Yes. And I think that he would appreciate if we begin doing business."

"Ready when you are, sir. Show me the money, and your friend will be fixed in a few hours or so."

Scott, a little out of the loop, asks a question.

"What is it that you plan to do with him?"

"I guess that it depends on how damaged he is."

"Indeed. I was hoping to fit him with some quality ball joints, myself, though perhaps it might not be necessary. Remains to be seen, yes."


In the streets of Shriekpot...

Morton can't help but wonder if this town will ever run out of unusual people that go about their guidance in a roundabout fashion.

"I, ah, I see. Or... not see?"

"Exactly!"

Morton tries to restrain himself from asking yet more, but unfortunately fails.

"Hm, what exactly is bothering you, sir? Why denounce truth and everything as a lie? I'm afraid the meaning is lost on me."

"Yes," the man says simply. "Quite so, indeed. The meaning is lost because it cannot be found. Gods, man, you're a desk, and you're asking me why everything is a lie? How do you even eat or drink?"

[Tomcost]

((Gotta speed this up))

Simgund opened the bag and showed Mark, then said:

-So, would the ball joints be necessary?

If he says yes, hand him four gold coins. If he says no, hand him one gold coin.

-Would you mind if I stay to see the process? It may be educational.

((Hidden cause: I can't come back on my own))

[killerhellhound]

Action for when I get fixed up parkor everywhere

[Innsmothe]

"I would like a better hand..." *shows the wooden replacement.*

[Xantalos]

Niklas, recalling Krüüb's instructions, focuses his entire concept into his connectedness with the rock that's likely all around him! Or whatever it was that he did that one time.

[miauw62]

"I hardly have a choice but to stay, do I?"

[Tomcost]

((Mark can get you real thumbs afterwards))

[Xanmyral]

[Mark should be able to help everyone but two people really. I'm thinking I should maybe have Morton take up carpentry to fill in that last two.]

[Xantalos]

(I may become a rock golem shortly.
Unlikely but possible.)

[killerhellhound]

((I can help everyone but the desk.

With Xantalos I can make him a body and stick whatever is left of his soul inside.))

[Harry Baldman]

At Gunther Gunnarson's stall...

Sigmund opens the mysterious bag he had Scott carry here, and produces the badly damaged and de-limbed Mark. Gunther gives the pile of body parts a quick appraisal.

"So, would the ball joints be necessary?"

"I would say so, yes. His joints are completely split into tiny bits, you see. No chance that a riveting alone will give him any of the necessary dexterity."

Sigmund nods and hands Gunther the necessary coins.

"Would you mind if I stay to see the process? It may be educational," Sigmund also adds, hoping to get a good glimpse at what's about to happen to his crazy surgeon pal.

"Sure, I would say that you can certainly watch."

However, before the spectacular combination of master smithing and adoring gawking can commence, Scott interrupts in his typical fashion, poking his artificial wooden thumbs at the smith.

"I would like a better hand..."

"Seems like a perfectly good pair of hands to me - wonderful quality on those thumbs, actually. Still, I could figure something out, provided you had about one or two gold coins, depending on what exactly you want."

Kevin, who is left watching as offers are continuously made, resignedly accepts his lot in unlife - to be a crippled tagalong!

"I hardly have a choice but to stay, do I?"

Nobody really bothers to answer him.

"So... guess we get to repairing your buddy, then? Help me drag him inside, will you?"


In a senseless void...

Niklas, supposing there ought to be earth around him or something, tries to reach out to it somehow.

After a while of trying this, he realizes that, to put it simply, magic no work. Magic no work most distressingly.

[Tomcost]

Help Gunther to carry Mark, look disaprovingly at Scott if he doesn't help

[Xantalos]

Well, shit.

Existential flailing!