So there we were, facing a biomass on the dead planet. Thorne mouths off with a ‘Well, that’s that then’ and off he jumps through the Lizard’s portal. Leaving us without his psychic VooDoo staff +10 against getting your brain eaten by ghosts.
We all jumped through the portal after him following a comical moment (laugh track optional) of looking at each other in disbelief. Bloody hell and other insults to his lineage and bearing were bellowed.
We then spent a spot of time faffing about with the 20th century gizmos in the warehouse; a robot man, paintings, video disks. I found the pyramid control widget and started scanning the whatever out of it as it had…. blank spots lacking EM. Specifically there was a little black box of some sort.
I need to snag one of those to disassemble.
Whilst all of this was going on, Thorns were playing with some painting. He eventually mutters come look at this then and we found our self in a painting facing a woman having a bit of a bondage moment. Khiron somehow deftly avoided Thorn’s grasping and avoided the matter/space transferal painting.
So some more puttering about, interrogating whatshername, the boys boggling over a bit of nudity and off we went (Khiron in tow) to the next room.
Oh! I almost forgot, some cowhand that the group met elsewhere showed up folded in a box. He made a big deal about my skinsuit leaving my ankles exposed or some such retrograde neobarb wankery. The group seem pleased to see him there as Thornes are missing in action.
Of we went to meet a blue demon woman who was looking for ‘unique statues’. This began manderings and wanderings through;
- an Escher painting where the non zero g rated people got a bit iffy.
- A reception / cloak room with a talking peacock.
- A wedding filled with dead attendees and the happy couple in stasis.
- A Gift room with a Swan and a river of wine containing the souls of the happy couple and the officiator of the event.
- A stone hallway filled with orchids.
- The actual gift room filled with rotting things, an asymmetrical chandelier and a locked door.
I hopped through the door only to find a mummy woman named Safferonia Wort. She wants me to find her phylactery or whatever and destroy the golden machine.
I really have no idea what is happening, and beginning to suspect one of the boys put something exceptionally fun in the Whiskey – and clearly Olivia is in on it or she’d let me know. Time to run a diagnostic when I get back.
Is it normal for one to decide to run Neural diagnostics on the ships Imprint when hallucinating?
Right. Off to the next… thing in this place. Cavorting Roman mannikins I assume.
A ponderance. If Mr Cowhand is going to demand ‘Mr. Dwight’ should I reciprocate with ‘Captain Ser Hamilton-Smythe’? Or see if he’s reserving such things just for me?