D&D 5E [D&D 5e] Planescape - In Through the Out Door

[Quickleaf]

"Drink?"

Rusty had apparently not noticed the consumption going around it. It watched as one of the fleshy things it had encountered poured liquid into its mouth. The action seemed a bit pointless to Rusty as it looked at its not fleshy body.

"No...drink."

The spellbook looks about, observing a moment of quiet as the song comes to a close. Travelers of all sorts making merry and drinking. He then considers his current situation, that is being book-ified. "No, no I suppose I don't either. Though I do have hankering for a nice juicy spell of true seeing." Only after the words leave his papery mouth does Shandrizar realize he didn't say what he intended, but the hunger for spells was there all the same. Well, the upside of talking with an automaton was that Rusty wasn't going to call him out on his eccentricities.

 

[KirayaTiDrekan]

Rusty didn't know how to respond, or even if it was supposed to. So, it sat back down, folding in on itself as it had before to stay out of the way.

 

[Fenris]

Rusty didn't know how to respond, or even if it was supposed to. So, it sat back down, folding in on itself as it had before to stay out of the way.

OOC: Every time I read one of your post here Kira I have to do a double take on the character name. I keep thinking it is my good friend [MENTION=21528]RustyHalo[/MENTION].

Oz had been called a lot of things in his life before, but shy was never one of them. He returns Adal's kiss with gusto. Thier long, lingering kiss continues as long as the music does, oz abandoning himself to the pleasures of the flesh as only a satyr can. As the strange but beautiful music ended, Oz too ended the kiss, but leaned in further, whispering a lilting rhyme of sweet, soft grass beneath an azure canopy of stars, of a serenade by the Mistress of the the East Wind floating through the trees, of exquisite yearning and desire. All the while Oz sings softly into Adal's ear, he is leading her gently, almost imperceptibly towards the door to the back room.

 

[CanadienneBacon]

"Whoa, whoa, whoaa." Hawaiian Joe holds up his hands in a let's-make-peace gesture. When he talks, it's over a throat full of gravel and smoke. "You're the one playing the song. Sail Away, '72 album of the same name?"

[section]Picayune softened. He floated backward, away from Hawaii Joe another three feet. Gave back the man his personal space. And then proceeded to correct his Blues knowledge.[/section]

OOC: Casting message at Hawaiian Shirt. "S'alright. You honkies don' know nuttin'. Sail away's written by Randy Newman, 1972, fo' sure. But Randy Newman, he play keys. Dis 'ere ditty I play, it Sonny an' Brownie. 1973. Whole 'nother feel to it, man. You like Blues, man? Stick around." Picayune considered, then finished with a second question. "Say, brother. Whatchyoo doin' 'ere, anyway? An' does you e'en know where here is, 'xactly?"

Sonny & Brownie, 1973, Paramount Recording Studios (digitally remastered and re-released 1988, Van Gelder Recording Studios).

 

[Pembinasa]

...Well, so much for buffering two personalities, especially with the fact he's unable to see or hear the second one. Looks like he's not needed here- but the 'musical ghost' hypothesis has been locked down, good to go.

He'll want to call Shandrizar over to try to get a look at the (apparently harmless?) ghost-creature once the book is done chatting up the construct, which is just the kind of thought a person should expect to have out here apparently- Right now he'd head over to the bartender, hoping to take advantage of all that previous chatting up. Picking up the next mug and faking a sip, he pulled out a foreign silver piece- and moved it to glint in the less-than-ideal tavern light until he thought he had the bartender's attention, then put it down on the bar and the mug right atop it.

"Out of curiosity, as a person who's been around a few times and at least knows of Mystara, would you have any suggestions about some of the ways your old acquaintances got there? Not that this place isn't lovely, of course; it's just a good idea to have a few 'lines of retreat' established if ever there happens to be a need. What good all the palaces of the wider world if you can't go home again, right?"

He chuckled casually. There was no reason to believe the route he took to get here wouldn't take him back, after all... Though he'd gradually started realizing there was no reason to believe it would, either. In any case, always better to have options than not, right?

 

[CanadienneBacon]

OOC: Pembinasa, you are welcome to join in Pic's conversation with Hawaiian Joe. I hadn't gotten to a response yet from Pic to Graydon simply because 1) the Randy Newman remark would've most strongly caught Pic's attention and needed squaring away; and 2) outside of my work, which gets my full focus, my monkey brain doesn't easily quiet down to be able to take into account all factors at one time. I was getting to Graydon, I promise. Just hadn't gotten there yet.

 

[Queenie]

Lili rolls her eyes at Oz and the fool girl he had with him. His act was getting boring, well, at least she did not like being left alone in this strange place without her protector and this is what he did, everywhere he went.

She takes a good look at all the strange food arrayed on the table before choosing a small crumb of bread and whatever was in the smallest cup. She drags everything towards herself before folding up her wings and sitting on a napkin to eat.

 

[Quickleaf]

Shandrizar falls quiet as well. A rare occurence it would seem! Thoughts of the ignominy of his own familiar fill his mind, realizing how he has faded into the background. In a sense, he empathized with Rusty. Being a familiar was surely the bottom of the rung. He thought of his celestial orrery and great library of books, of rivalries between archmages, of cosmic power and arcane beauty. All these things trapped now somewhere in his pages, the pages of Graydon's spellbook, inaccessible.

 

[Unsung]

"Where is this place? Middle of nowhere. Eh, sorry. Stock answer," the man shakes his head. "Truth is, I don't know. Not in relation to Nawlins, or LA, or anywhere. Frankly I was hoping you could tell me." He extends his hand for the white glove to shake.

 

[CanadienneBacon]

[section]Picayune eyed Hawaii Joe's hand. He knew what he needed to do--reach out with his own hand, grasp Hawaii Joe's hand and shake--but it took monumental effort to get his corporeal white-gloved hand to do his bidding. It was like the gloved hand was on a different plane from the rest of his body, and communicating with it was tinny and distant. Still, he focused. Concentrated. Beads of sweat broke out on his temple. At last the white hand shakily raised. Its fingers curled around Hawaii Joe's--loosely, not a firm grip, but good enough. Picayune let Hawaii Joe do most of the work at the actual shake. It was relief not to have to focus on that part. Dis body o' mine, it broke. The effigy sighed. Miss my ol' body. De one I's in control of. Dis one here, it pifflin' middlin'." Picayune looked down at his incorporeal form and shuddered. Ain't sure what's goin' on. [/section]
[sblock=Unsung]Casting message at Hawaii Joe. "Good meetin' ya, Joe. Now, then, you gots my name. Don't reckon I caught yours."[/sblock]