Open to Investigators

[timelessinventor]

Well, things are certainly going to hell in a handbasket, aren't they?

[Helena's mental voice is more than a bit frustrated.]

Does anyone have any idea where we could be of help? Clearly this firebug needs to stop before they burn the entire place down. I am getting very worried about the gas contents of these airships with all of the fire around. It does not bode well. If anyone finds one of these objects before it explodes, please let me know. I might be able to help disarm it.

Also, what about that other gentleman? Where is he, and what is going on with him?

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[timelessinventor]

That sounds like a terrible story. Please tell me at least one was a Jaunt?

Thank you, darling. Be careful. We do not want to lose any of ours.

[leftbehindagain]

Purgatory was, yeah. When we're out of this mess, I'll tell you about my bar. Nice place. Hopefully failing the stupid jaunt didn't get it destroyed. [He was already planning to see who could make him ingredients for sleep aids, once they're back in Liminal Space, and he's starting to think he needs to add 'and a few stiff drinks' to the list.]

I will be. Far from my first life-or-death situation.

[timelessinventor]

You had a bar? Excellent, darling!

[There's a mental laugh, and then a snort.]

Nor mine. I do not believe I even know how many times I have been close to death.

[leftbehindagain]

It was. And I only felt the need to throw out two of the drink recipes. Might have to see if I can make a few things when this is over - I think we could all use a drink.

[And between the insanity that is the average jaunt, never mind this one, and the fact that he technically had that bar for centuries... he doesn't really give a shit about drinking ages.]

Well, from what you've said about your line of work, I think I'd be more surprised if you hadn't had a few near misses yourself.