[Walkabout to 4th Wall] Oops

[failgoyle]

Alright, we're under the hospital, past the airlock, there's a...thing down here, I dunno what it does...but I'm going to see if I can crack it like I did the airlock door. Seeing as how I'm the best-qualified and all...

[There's a long pause with a little bit of the psychic equivalent of Jules muttering coding nonsense to himself.]

Huh, that's weird, I wonder if--

[It is at this point that the shift back to Liminal occurs, and that everyone, not just the people on Walkabout, will be able to hear it.]

I DIDN'T DO IT!

Comments

[amadine]

That's too bad. A leash that yanks people through walls would come in incredibly handy.

[thornsofmalkav]

Yeah, it would be. I'm pretty good with the dice I got instead, though. The dice seller actually took trading tokens but the kiddie leash guy wanted actual sleep.

[amadine]

That sounds a little like the market in Melasurei, though it was sin and virtue they traded, not sleep.

[thornsofmalkav]

That wasn't the weirdest thing I'd seen someone pay. There was this guy who would only accept tattoos and if you didn't have one you had to go out and get one. And then he'd remove it with magic.

But a decent number of them were actually good with trading tokens. Although the dice guy said they didn't take them at the Harlem Market, just Central Park.

[amadine]

What could he possibly have wanted with so many tattoos? Sleep at least makes some sense, as much as anything to do with magic ever can.

i forget details but it was a v. convoluted plan; he was actually from a ctl game i ran not thorne's

[thornsofmalkav]

... you know, I have no clue.

convoluted plans are the best plans

[amadine]

Too bad. It sounds the sort of thing that would make one hell of a story.