[Jaunt Week 1] Check-In Time...

[helborn]

Casper here. Check in if you're yourself, now.

[His tone is uncharacteristically clipped and short.]

Comments

[unapologeticallyaffected]

It's Eliot. Now I can say I'm literally hung like a horse. On the other hand, no one seems to have any cigarettes here. [He sounds vaguely amused by the whole thing.]

[helborn]

Yeah, I think they're just getting alcohol, maybe. Tech level's kind of low and crop selection is limited.

[unapologeticallyaffected]

Oh, goody, then we can invent them and become billionaires. [His tone is dry.]

Not that I can figure out how this body is supposed to work at all, with alcohol or smoking. I might have two sets of lungs, or stomachs. Centaur-style creatures never did make much biological sense.