In a mortuary in the City of Gub...
Mark, having exercised his creativity for a bit, decides that maybe he needs to find the others. Unquestioning obedience toward the voices in his head, while it usually felt good, was hardly the best way to run one's life. He looks for... well, he immediately finds an exit and looks outside. Seems like he is in the middle of some kind of small graveyard. He definitely hasn't left the city he came to, at least it doesn't seem that way.
~you seek your companions! they are employed similarly to you! perhaps you wish to relay some sort of message to any of them? we also sense you wish to see some of the gub! we can send one over if you promise not to cause it injury!~
In a tavern of some kind...
Kevin, supposing he has no other choice, strains out an "Ugh, fine." before he starts to just sing. It's a bit difficult to get into the proper mood, though, particularly when he doesn't have any audience, just a vague pressure to provide ambiance or face some undiscovered consequences. Still, he sings. He sings... adequately.
And it does seem to work, as somebody does eventually arrive! A fairly tall fellow in a dark blue robe from the looks of it. He doesn't look too good, and seems to be eying the single remaining barrel of booze interestedly.
At the top of a lighthouse...
Faced with many shipwrecks to burn and not a lot of time to do it in (at least, his patience does not allot him more than, say, more than an hour), moves closer to the shipwrecks to try out the magical powers he totally should have according to his new boss. He moves to the nearest shipwreck, a merchant vessel that seems to have been... chopped up? That's not normal.
[Scott's firestarting roll: 3]
Scott, however, is rather pleased when he discovers that he can make small sparks with his mind if he concentrates hard enough! And that small spark is, fortunately, enough to start a rather sizable fire on the shipwreck! Huzzah!
~see! you can set things on fire with your mind! you simply need to concentrate!~
In a blinding plane...
Timothy decides he had probably best continue doing this shifting business until he gets what he wants... okay, jump three!
He seems to be... somewhere close to what he wanted? It looks like a rather nice room - an opulent dining room, though decorated in a slightly alien, unfamiliar, angular style - in some sort of strange building, except it appears to have pie. And cake. And also various other things, like meat, fruit, vegetables... things less pleasant than cake, certainly, but perhaps a little more nutritious. This place might not be the fabled Quasi-Elemental Plane of Pie, but it does have food! Decent food, even.
Also, there's very unobtrusive music playing in the background. Sounds like a choir to Timothy, except made up of birds actually singing in delicate harmonies, rather than screaming their tiny little lungs out in order to find someone to spend their silly, empty and meaningless lives with as it usually is in the mortal world.
Next to a capsule under the sea...
Niklas, realizing that the woman has no idea what she has just gotten herself into, begins the grand tale of his life.
~Well, I was born in the village of-~
~Human village?~
~That's a very interesting question, for some scholars of my kind have wondered - are the people of the far north more than human, or is everybody else simply far less? It has taken-~
~A human village, then. Very good. That means you are an irrelevant discovery. Do you need anything, or can I get back to work?~
At the top of the central tower of Mothdale...
Sigmund supposes that he should take his position as airmaster very seriously indeed, as he seems to be completely powerless to do anything else right now. He looks at the stormy clouds on the horizon, and thinks that he should probably push those away as soon as possible.
However, he realizes that this would be... slightly greater in scope than his previous attempts at wind magic. As in, covering vast areas of air. Also, he doesn't know what the accurate distance between himself and the clouds might be, and simply creating generic air flow in a ten kilometer radius may be a little beyond his current abilities. He knows he hasn't trained himself for anything like this, anyway.
In an office of some kind...
Morton has several thoughts here. Ones he concentrates on, actually.
~I'm afraid I can't help but agree with that, the state here appears to be rather dreadful. Nothing a little bit of work shouldn't solve however, do you perhaps know where I may find something to help me? Perhaps a broom of some sorts, that would do quite marvelously I believe.~
~Oh, but where are my manners? I'm Carter Morton, a pleasure to meet you.~
~we know you are carter morton! apostle of the tea leaf! we are gub! and you can find brooms in the nearby closet!~
That's helpful. Morton trundles out of the office, searching for this closet - it does indeed prove to be a nearby closet, only about five meters from the office door. Morton opens it up and finds... that the back wall of the closet appears to have melted away. The stone back wall, mind you. The cleaning supplies have not survived this event, evidently. The hole gives him a nice view of the city, though - he can see a melted castle wall in front of him, a scar of melted stone on the ground before the wall... and lots of varying buildings that blend in with each other as well.
~If it's no bother, would you mind if I ask you a few questions? I'm curious to know where I've been relocated to.~
~you have been relocated to the now-empty guard headquarters along with the entertainment consultant! it is a very prestigious position! treasure it!~
In a strange cul-de-sac...
Darren tries to explain all this to the statue man.
"There's a woman around here that sells artifact pets. She's indisposed, so I'm here to sell her products. And do you believe that the house minders would like a pet? They seem like hospitable people, and they don't get many visitors."
The statue man is unconvinced.
"I have not heard of any such thing. And servants cannot buy things without their masters' permission. And soliciting is forbidden."
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