Mid week-four

[awondrousplace]

Hello, darlings! Helena Wells, reporting back in. What have I missed?

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[thornsofmalkav]

Some Syrian assholes killed Malik in Brooklyn. A bunch of us skipped the reading of Spades' will to have a memorial service for him.

Liminals between that and the next were these marble halls that looked like sheet music and a cruise ship caught in a canyon. The cruise ship had shops we could use liminal manipulation to 'firm up' the stuff inside, so a lot of us stocked up on clothes. Also, there was a karaoke bar, so we had a karaoke night. It was rad. I got Claudia to go up and sing Skullcrusher Mountain with me.

After that, most of us went to the Ancient Roman resort of Stabiae to party, while some of us went to this deserted island that used to the site of an old jaunt to investigate what had gone wrong there. Ancient Rome was pretty great on the whole, at least for us Infiltrators, and we all ate a lot of dormice. I threw a dinner party and a house party--the short and loud kind, not the long, genteel kind--both to great success.

Meanwhile, on the desert island Jules played with a dimensional gate thingy and broke liminal space, bringing us back from the Jaunt and Walkabout immediately and pulling all kinds of peeps into a completely blank liminal that we all filled in. Liminal ended up stretching on longer because of that I think. We had a second one which was basically a wasteland composed of T.S. Elliot poetry references and after that most of the new people went home. The ones that were left seem to be our current group of newbies. The last liminal was this weird-ass hypercube.

Then we came here, which is a Britain with spirits who are superheroes. It's about two years past my time. Also, in 1910, a giant manticore asshole ate the royal family and put Sir Arthur Conan Doyle on the throne as the new king.

And no, I'm not joking.

I'm so not joking.

King Arthur I, dude.

[awondrousplace]

... What utter imbecile decided that Arthur needed to be King?

[Sorry, Thorne. That's all she got out of that one.]

The man was slightly off his rocker when I knew him, and from what I know now, he only got worse. Let me guess. I did not exist, and Charles was a Knight of the bloody Garter or something.

[thornsofmalkav]

The Manticore.

And, uh, are you sure you want to know about this world's you?