[IC] New Crobuzon & the World Beyond

[Selina Parcellus]

[OoC1:  So I know the last time Forge was on the site he said he was having Computer trouble.  Do we know if Selina's player is still around?  She has only posted once since the 5th?]

((Sorry.  Still dealing with a lot of things.  I'll try to be a bit more consistent.))

GM Marvel

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A group of emaciated young men lay draped across a table twitching in perfect time, strung out on something, but you know not what.  One woman held her glass in a metal claw that spat steam and dripped oil onto the floorboards.  A man in the corner lapped quietly from a bowl of beer, licking the fox's muzzle that has been grafted to his face.

Selina uses every ounce of her willpower to contain herself, or she would have made a scene attempting to turn the creatures despite their seeming lack of undead features.  By the Moon...where in the Goddess' good name are we??

Nothing here made any sense at all to her.  It was as if the world had been turned inside-out and upside-down at the same moment.

((Were this Eberron...Selina would be wondering if they'd all just travelled to Xoriat ))

GM Marvel

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Agloval quietly greets an old man by the door whom he calls Joshua, whose Remaking had been very small and very cruel.  Later he would explain that Joshua was a failed burglar who had refused to testify against his gang, and the magister had ordered his silence made permanent: he had his his mouth taken away, sealed with a seamless stretch of flesh.  Rather than live on tubes of soup pushed through his nose, Joshua had sliced himself a new mouth, but the pain had made him tremble, and it was a ragged, torn, unfinished-looking thing, a flaccid wound.

Selina pulls up at the sight of Joshua, eyes widening slightly as she clutches her holy symbol frantically, desperate to feel something normal, to feel the bite of its edges against her palm.  Goddess...  Selina is not quite sure whether to Heal this one or smite him.
((I realize that I never showed the style of holy symbol Selina uses to channel Selune.  Here it is.))

GM Marvel

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Agloval heads to the back room.  The bar, in one corner, was very low, about three feet from the ground.  Behind it, in a trough of dirty water, wallowed another creature from the same race as your guide but he looked ancient and fat and grumpy.  He hauls himself toward Agloval, trough and all with his huge, webbed hands and frog's legs, his body wobbling like a bloated testicle, seemingly boneless.  He was a bag of old blood with limbs, without a separate head, his big curmudgeonly face poking out from the fat at the front of his body. 

"You're looking well," Agloval says.  

"Go fook yerselv," the bartender replies.

"So it's been a good day, has it," Agloval says with chuckle.  Before the bloated frog can spit out another colorful reply, he says, "Friends, this is Silchristchek, the landlord"  He then says to the bartender,  "Silchristchek, these are my new friends.  They come from a long ways but they don't really know the local languages.  One of their companions who is not with them at the moment, is a communicatrix so I've been gifted with the ability to speak their language but I don't know for how long."  

Stinking piss-colored water slops over the edges of the tub as Silchristchek wriggles his way a few feet closer.

Agloval translates:
"Good for you," Sil barks.  "What will you all be having?"

Agloval looks around and says, "My scientist friend isn't here but he will be shortly.  In the meantime you should pick a table but tables aren't free.  I will cover whatever you want and my friend will reimburse me with my finders fee when he gets here."

Poor Selina keeps silent throughout this tirade-filled duet, for once thoroughly comfortable saying nothing at all...how completely unlike her.  Given the state of things, she politely declines Sil's offer of a meal/drink with a vigorous shake of her head.

[OoC Dougfan = Selina I thought  meaning last post was the 12th]

Betimi looks at the barkeep unflinchingly seemingly unperturbed by his appearance, or even the appearances of any of the remade. Her only reaction seems to be that they might have broken the laws of this land, rather than their inhuman forms.

"What would you recommend for a typical human palate, sir Agloval. I do not know what would be safest."

Selina turns her eyes to her companion...Betimi should really be Selina's second?  That wasn't exactly fair to her, given how helpful and important Betimi had been to keeping Selina calm and rooted.  Not just on this new world...but on their own home plane.  The time for an internal discussion on the grammatical and philosophical enquiries of Betimi's quality and station was not now.  She was showing Selina once again how important it was to have a wingman...woman...whatever.