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taxonomites2012-07-23 12:22 pm
personaldemon) wrote in taxonomites2012-07-23 12:22 pm
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[Text] / [Location: a cafe in Speares]
Does anyone know if transfer of credits can be accomplished from one person to another, here? So far all I have managed is using them at the stores or with the hatches, and as it happens this 'allowance' they give us isn't really adequate.
Where I was from, I offered my services in a consulting capacity, but if I cannot get payment for such here, then that isn't incredibly practical.
....on a similar note, if anybody wishes their tarot read, it appears I'm doing this for free until I figure out a way to return an investment on the deck I just hatched.
If so, I'm at the version of the Café Procope that they have apparently stolen from Paris and transplanted here. It is in the Speares district. I may be found at one of the upstairs balcony tables.
Where I was from, I offered my services in a consulting capacity, but if I cannot get payment for such here, then that isn't incredibly practical.
....on a similar note, if anybody wishes their tarot read, it appears I'm doing this for free until I figure out a way to return an investment on the deck I just hatched.
If so, I'm at the version of the Café Procope that they have apparently stolen from Paris and transplanted here. It is in the Speares district. I may be found at one of the upstairs balcony tables.
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"Apparently there really are more things in heaven and earth than are dreamt of in our philosophy." Which is to say he may have pilfered (probably on Mayland's suggestion) a book of Shakespeare quotes at some point. "Espeically since folks have established this isn't Earth or heaven or the nome king's kitchen or whatever...I'm pretty sure none of the rules apply."
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He closes his eyes a moment. Etrigan's insights might be helpful here, but the demon... has nothing to say. Curled down like a cat in the coals, unhelpful, lazing.
Etrigan is only ever quiet when it is inconvenient.
So they are somewhere outside the power of heaven or hell, but all the rules they each have brought with them hold true: Etrigan still lurks in his soul, and whatever sorcery holds this man's mind in.... whatever state it does... also seems binding. Mnhm.
He has a sip of alcohol, then sets the glass down to avoid temptation.
"Well. That's not exactly encouraging, but I suppose it could be a good deal worse, couldn't it-- they might actively seek our torture, and not merely the inadvertent sort they visited upon us with their Swag Peninsula re-enactment."
*Swag Peninsula is now the fake fandom version of Treasure Island just saying