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The stricken man clutches his head as he goes. He staggers sideways into a brick wall, and rolls around against it. He's still yelling. "Hey! Pipe down out there!" You can hear the screeching voice from all the way back up the street. An upper story window opens its shutters. Rather than the...

One of the clowns suddenly shrieks wildly and whips off down the street. A number of wooden balls, brightly coloured scarves, and a bowling pin land in the spot where he was standing. His fellows turn and watch him go. "?!?" A short, round woman-- wearing no less than eight masks, little else...

A band of [roll0] merry tricksters bars the way forward. The trickster with the wooden crown is beset by a voice only he can hear. A disturbing rictus grin spreads across his pockmarked face (DC 12 Wisdom saving throw: [roll1]).

The Jilted Planes occupies the capacious basement of a rooming house: a dozen rooms, three storeys tall. It looks to be of fairly new construction, outer wood not yet worn smooth, with ornate metal brackets that haven't entirely turned to rust, worked into the likeness of leering fiendish faces...

Oops. @Pembinasa, what I meant to say was that since the rest of the party isn't actually hiding, you can notice them or not at your leisure. The game seems almost too simple to someone skilled in the art of legerdemain. With no hands over the cups to fool the eye, they can only rely on speed...

Actually, yeah. What Fenris said. You can use Sleight of Hand as well.

Not a problem. We've been moving at a fairly frantic pace these past few days. I don't want to lose momentum, but I also don't want to rush. Thanks for the heads up, and good luck with the character. :)

Pic watches the glove tug fruitlessly against his grip, but then finally whatever presence is animating it gives up. He feels it settle against his spectral skin, almost a physical weight, but whatever it is, it's no longer struggling against him. ​@CanadienneBacon While wearing the glove, your...

So elegant in its simplicity. Well, as long as you're both agreed to it? :)

Shayuri Pembinasa Don't mind us, pray continue. :D Quickleaf I want to get you into the RP thread as soon as possible, so you and Pembinasa tell me what you need. If that's a shifty street vendor who somehow puts the tome in young Graydon's hands, or just a reason for Graydon to consult his...

Warm winds and swift travels.

The cup taps the barrel once, twice, three times, then rights itself. Freed from interference, it daintily places itself over the satyr's coin. All three cups scoot back, making a few mild adjustments to get themselves in a straight line. Then they begin to spin... The glove, appearing out of...

Why don't you just write it here in the OOC chat, then? Sure, it didn't happen onscreen, but we can still find out how that would've gone.

The cup stops darting this way and that. Halting itself, somehow managing an air of dignity, it begins to move back to the coin on the barrel, hesitant to approach the modron again. The cup, suddenly grabbed by the white glove, twists and tugs, trying fruitlessly to escape. The glove seems to...

The cup dodges away again, keeping just out of reach. Something hits Rusty's 'face'. The pebble flicks off the mask, just above the corner of the eye, and bounces away, landing somewhere in the alley.

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Invisible, intangible, adrift, Picayune sees the things those earthbound fools miss. For example, a man in black evening wear, standing bolt upright and bobbing up and down as he flies through the air. He looks exactly like Christopher Lee's Dracula. Birds roost atop a tall gallows, looking...

Perhaps. :)

Shayuri Yes, and CanadienneBacon yes as well. :)

The cup quickly darts back out of reach, shaking itself irritably in midair.