Fourteen- Science In My Perfectly Good Magic, Part Three

<crusher_bob> I'm not sure what happened last time, just that it didn't involve cows.

<crusher_bob> We went after something else instead.

<Nentuaby> There were, however, plenty of sheep.

<Nentuaby> Well, nine of them.

<crusher_bob> Oh yeah, sheep.

<Nentuaby> Maybe there still are!

<crusher_bob> Not cows.

<crusher_bob> Though there were many.

<crusher_bob> Didn't my bat-sense detect the wool of many sheep?

<Nentuaby> Perhaps there were more elsewhere.

<Nentuaby> Mostly they were cover for a skulking Noble.

<crusher_bob> Well, if we accidentally cooked and ate a skulking Noble because he was disguised as a sheep, it can hardly be our fault, can it? :D

<Rand Brittain> You're the worst Buddhist dryad ever.

<crusher_bob> :D

<crusher_bob> Heh, even Belldandy has character flaws.

<crusher_bob> Except, instead of getting jealous, I want to blow up the earth…

<Nentuaby> "Worst Buddhist dryad" is, of course, a field of intense competition.

<crusher_bob> Or, to paraphrase Sam Vimes, "You think my oath about not killing people is there to keep the darkness out?

<Rand Brittain> Well, Belldandy's character flaw isn't jealousy so much as "relentless confidence in her ideals, to the point where she involves other people heedlessly."

<Rand Brittain> That's why she makes bets against Aoshima with "disband the Motor Club" as their stake, without asking the Motor Club.

<Rand Brittain> Hm, I'm short on Ryans.

<Rand Brittain> And we kind of finished the plot thread involving sheep.

<Nentuaby> So- no game this week?

  • Benhimself has joined #ChildrenOfEve

<Benhimself> Sorry for lateness, just woke up.

<Rand Brittain> There you are!

<Benhimself> But, oh, look, I'm not even the second to last of our players to arrive. Hooray.

<crusher_bob> Heh.

<Rand Brittain> I'm afraid you're last.

<Rand Brittain> The others called in modem.

<Benhimself> Ah.

<Hollyhock God> So… I think Alexa had the plot last. Think of a pretext for following her!

  • Benhimself needs to get some breakfast anyway, so start a scene without Ryan first.
  • Benhimself is now known as RyanSherbrig

<Hollyhock God> Marcus, did you have any more plans for dealing with Night and whatever his deal is?

<Marcus> Since I haven't been given any evidence that he has a deal in need of dealing with, no.

<Ebba> Well, the book says he's probably Dark.

<Ebba> So he's probably scouting Eden for their inevitable counter-assault.

<Ebba> So we should probably go out and more strongly discourage him.

<Ebba> Or we could try some diplomacy with Envy.

<Ebba> Since her current course will bring her into a fight with us, sooner or later.

<Hollyhock God> You promise to stop being crazy, and we promise…

<Ebba> To stop punching you in the mouth, of course…

<Hollyhock God> Actually, there is something you could do, but I'm not telling.

<Ebba> And I'd guess the mass energy spike thing from last game is supposed to be Alexa-related.

<Ebba> But we could go look at that too.

<Hollyhock God> I was just waiting on Ryan to do that.

<Hollyhock God> Or we could let Nen be Alexa this week?

<Hollyhock God> Just be sure not to break her!

<Marcus> I'd rather not.

<Ryan Sherbrig> "Energy spike, you say? Well, that seems like it might be worth investigating."

<Ebba> Right-oh, I'll ring Vesper.

<Ebba> From reading the logs, it's someone using some massive energy-using thing on Earth, yes?

<Ebba> Which has the potential to be bad, if something goes wrong.

<Hollyhock God> Indeed! Follow that Alexa!

<Hollyhock God> You plunge upwards into the geek festival. So many shiny gadgets.

<Hollyhock God> Oh, and there's a great big pillar of light eating away at the ceiling. That's probably it.

<Ebba> Is the energy field bigger than my head? :D

<Hollyhock God> Yes.

<Hollyhock God> Do not absorb it.

  • RyanSherbrig takes a moment to admire the aesthetics of the pillar, befitting his Estate.

<Ryan Sherbrig> (I forget Ryan has one every now and then.)

<Hollyhock God> Yes, indeed! It's the most Radiant thing you've ever seen that wasn't either hanging in the sky or the Phoenix.

<Hollyhock God> Could cause some eye damage.

<Ryan Sherbrig> "Well, that's very beautiful… but probably something quite capable of harming these people. We should find out what's causing it."

<Ebba> "Well, glorious leader of the Light, of whose radiance this is but a pale shadow, point us toward those who should feel the lash of your displeasure." :D

<Hollyhock God> Seems to be coming out of some machine over there, away from which everybody is running.

  • RyanSherbrig rolls his eyes.

<Ryan Sherbrig> "Ebba, try serving some tea to that machine, see if it solves all our problems."

<Ebba> "But of course."

<Ebba> Is the machine cognizant enough to have a discussion with?

<Ebba> Would it like some nice tea and a calm down?

<Hollyhock God> Most things are. There's also a science person ducking behind some canvas, digging through a bag.

  • RyanSherbrig goes up to the science-person. (Normal human to the Sight, I assume?)

<Hollyhock God> He seems quite normal, although he must be nearly blind by this point.

<Hollyhock God> Which is probably why he can't find whatever he's looking for.

<Ebba> A machine unwilling to have tea; how barbaric.

<Ebba> Obviously it'll need some modification.

<Ebba> I'll pry off an access panel and apprise myself of its functions.

<Hollyhock God> Hm, it seems to be some sort of energy generator. Not a technology Ebba is familiar with, unless you've been doing Advanced Thermodynamics alongside all the alchemy.

<Ebba> (And is the radiant thing changing any, or just staying the same?)

<Ryan Sherbrig> (She's an exemplar; she can figure it out as she goes.)

<Hollyhock God> It seems rather constant. In fact I think it's going to burn a hole through the roof shortly…. ooops, there it went.

<Hollyhock God> Sure she can, it's some sort of "drawing raw energy out of passing atoms" thing. Rather high-tech.

<Hollyhock God> It's starting to get quite hot inside the building, just so you know, even though most of the power is going straight up.

<Ebba> Hmm, then maybe we should isolate the machine from passing atoms, to rob it of its motive energy.

<Ebba> Now, who had the small pocket universe?

<Hollyhock God> Dana had one.

<Ebba> And can we empty it out quickly?

<Ebba> So we can shove the machine in there, where there'll be no passing atoms?

<Hollyhock God> If you can carry the sofa out.

<Hollyhock God> I assume there's air in that universe, though.

<Ebba> I can inhale it all, or something

<Ebba> Ryan, can you keep the building from burning down for a minute?

  • Ebba heads to the pocket universe to throw out the sofa.

<Hollyhock God> You know, you could just try switching it off.

<Hollyhock God> Not to steal your moment of sofa-throwing glory.

<Ryan Sherbrig> "Excuse me, sir, does this device have an off switch?"

<Hollyhock God> "Why would you want to switch it off? It's glorious!"

<Ebba> (I'd assumed they'd tried that already, since they had already progressed to the 'run away' stage of tech development.)

<Ryan Sherbrig> "Lovely as the light display is, the rising heat and hole in the roof worry me."

  • RyanSherbrig puts some of his own Glorious behind the concern in his voice.

<Hollyhock God> (They can't see.)

<Ebba> (Hmm, miraculously glorious bug zapper. The people are attracted to it and "zap!")

<Hollyhock God> (Also presumably only this guy knows how.)

<Hollyhock God> "Yes, it's brilliant! No one will be able to deny my genius now! Aha! Ahahahahaha!!!!"

<Hollyhock God> I think I detected too many exclamation marks in that last one.

<Ryan Sherbrig> (I assumed Glorious could work via any sense, but okay, especially if something else was mucking up his brain workings.)

<Hollyhock God> (He could just be too crazy to have a normal response.)

<Ryan Sherbrig> "Nobody can admire your genius if they're all dead, mind you."

  • RyanSherbrig idly wishes for someone with a Domain or Spirit score to Witch Hunt Rite this man and determine if he's been miraculously influenced in some way recently.

<Ryan Sherbrig> "Ebba! Find someone who is good with the Witch Hunt Rite, while you're… doing whatever it is you've gone off to do!"

<Ryan Sherbrig> (Assuming she's got good hearing.)

<Hollyhock God> "No, but they won't be able to deny it, and that's what's important!"

<Ebba> (So looks like we'll need the no sofa plan after all.) :D

<Hollyhock God> I guess she's stormed into Dana's pocket universe and thrown out the sofa.

<Hollyhock God> Or I guess Benjamin could just turn it off.

<Hollyhock God> I kind of forgot he was with you.

<Ryan Sherbrig> (Sofa has much fewer and less important atoms than Earth.)

<Ryan Sherbrig> (Benjamin? Remind me who he was?)

<Hollyhock God> No wonder it's hard to introduce new NPCs.

<Hollyhock God> He's the Power of Day whose meters detected the energy spike in the first place.

<Ebba> I don't think sofa is comming back this time, Toph.

<Ryan Sherbrig> "Day? Can you stop this crazy thing?"

<Ryan Sherbrig> "You struck me as the scientifically inclined sort."

<Hollyhock God> "That's quite a nice little energy discharge," says Benjamin, approvingly. "But it'll have to go."

<Ryan Sherbrig> "At last, common sense."

<Ryan Sherbrig> (Like Ryan is one to talk most of the time.)

<Hollyhock God> He points his black-and-white metal staff at the machine. Crackling blue lightning surges out from his hand along its length and into the machine, which snaps, crackles, and begins to whirr down into silence.

<Hollyhock God> Another wave of the rod disperses the column of light shooting up into the sky and returns the room's temperature to normal.

<Hollyhock God> "This is going to pay my heating bills for years once I get that surge back to the home front," he says happily.

<Ryan Sherbrig> (He's got the energy-eating Gift! It's Night in disguise!)

<Hollyhock God> "Someone else will have to mend the roof, though."

<Hollyhock God> I think he just directed the energy somewhere else- apparently, back to his Chancel.

<Ebba> "If anyone is blind, please stay where you are and raise your hand."

<Ryan Sherbrig> "If the mad science convention hasn't properly insured their roof, it's a lesson they clearly needed to have learned."

<Hollyhock God> Ebba begins seeking out blinded booth babes and giving them the healing touch, I guess.

<Hollyhock God> "Now, who's been giving this man advanced technology," asks Benjamin, poking the laughing man with his stick. "Out with it, you there!"

<Hollyhock God> "What's all this fuss?" asks Dana, arriving with E'jah and a few other Sovereigns at her heels. "Has there been a duel?"

<Ryan Sherbrig> "No, no, just this man here trying to blow up the sky or something like that."

<Ebba> (Is he still with the 'no one can deny my genius, hahhahahaha!' ?)

<Hollyhock God> "I bet I could! I could blow up the sky!!! Ahahaha!!!"

<Hollyhock God> "Enough of that!" says Benjamin. "Talk sense!"

<Hollyhock God> He is ignored.

<Ryan Sherbrig> "I already tried reasoning with him. He's clearly beyond any hope of sanity."

<Ebba> (We could try some of my Heterodyne tea…)

<Ryan Sherbrig> (If he fails to recognize my glory, he's clearly beyond even tea!)

<Hollyhock God> "He built this machine?" asked E'jah. "Someone must have helped him. I could try performing some Rites if there are no experts present."

<Ebba> (Isn't Fiona our Rite expert? Since she's the one with all the Spirit? )

<Ryan Sherbrig> (Pity she's sheep-watching.)

<Hollyhock God> "Surely there must be traces of whatever miracles were used to create such a thing, or to inspire this lunatic…"

<Hollyhock God> "But no, I do not see them. I am not so expert with the true Rites as I am with alchemy or thaumaturgy, however."

<Ryan Sherbrig> "At the moment, with no evidence that this isn't just an odd moment of inspiration, I'm inclined to leave it be, but if this becomes a repeated occurrence I wouldn't be against employing High Summoning to get to the bottom of it."

<Hollyhock God> "This machine is beyond anything that someone could come up with with mere 'inspiration,'" explains Benjamin. "It's several new technologies ahead. And someone is going to want to know how that hole got in the roof."

<Hollyhock God> "That's right," agrees Dana. "As leader, you're responsible for making sure Lord Entropy finds nothing to complain about. Aren't you."

<Ryan Sherbrig> "Are you saying you agree with Lord Entropy's assessment of myself as Leader of the Light? It's hardly a position I'm accepting purely on his say-so."

<Ryan Sherbrig> "But at any rate, who would have the knowledge necessary and motivation to do this?"

<Ryan Sherbrig> (Dana just jumped a few notches on my 'suspects' list with that comment, of course.)

<Ebba> (So we get to use the lash of displeasure after all? :D)

<Hollyhock God> "Only me!" says the guy. "I am the master of energy!!!! Wheeee!!!"

<Hollyhock God> "I suppose any Sovereign with a knowledge of science… and some mind-bending magic… might have done it," says Benjamin.

<Ryan Sherbrig> "In fact," ignoring the crazy man's rantings, "that was something I'd been meaning to have a talk with you about, in all seriousness."

<Hollyhock God> "Well, even if you should deny it," points out E'jah, "he'll still hold you responsible, Ryan."

<Hollyhock God> "All he needs is an excuse."

<Ryan Sherbrig> "Of course."

<Ryan Sherbrig> "But just because Lord Entropy holds me responsible doesn't mean I'm going to go around beating other Nobles over the head with some false 'Leader of the Light' title."

<Hollyhock God> "Well, of course not," says Dana.

<Hollyhock God> "Yes, you're merely one of our four most famous, accomplished, and successful peers," says Marley, amused.

<Ryan Sherbrig> "At any rate, we don't have any evidence that a member of the Light as even responsible, do we?"

<Ryan Sherbrig> "It certainly wasn't an act in accordance with the philosophies of the Code."

<Hollyhock God> "Only that most of the Sovereigns here serve the Light, in keeping with the themes of the event."

<Ryan Sherbrig> (Oh, I thought this was just a science event, not a Light event, my bad)

<Hollyhock God> While this conversation is going on, Selim arrives and begins growing the roof back together.

<Hollyhock God> (It's a science event with mostly Light Powers there, because Science! is something the Light likes… in moderation.)

<Ryan Sherbrig> (Yes, but the Dark likes science too, and I imagine the Wild finds immoderate science, especially the mad sort, to be fun, too.)

<Ryan Sherbrig> (Heaven might like Science if it can be made pretty, and Hell might like it if it corrupts things, both of which are easy enough if that's your aim.)

<Ryan Sherbrig> (But as I said, especially with Dana sending out the invitations, it's probably more Light-aligned than I thought.)

<Ebba> (And shouldn't the normal people be led outside for a fire drill, or something, before the roof grows back together?)

<Ryan Sherbrig> "I suppose that would explain why Maliq wasn't here."

<Hollyhock God> (Yes, I assumed Ebba was doing something like that.)

<Ryan Sherbrig> (They kind of went outside for the zomg-light-pillar-of-doom.)

<Ebba> (Since, of course, they can now see again.)

<Hollyhock God> Dana shudders.

<Ebba> (Well, we've never seem Maliq and Dana in the same place at the same time… )

<Hollyhock God> She is a bit envious… and Maliq is eternally crazy.

<Ebba> (Hmm, interesting premise. Could Beta, for example, have secret IDs as other Nobles? )

<Ebba> (I'd assume you can't really fake being a Noble already in existence, but could you fake being a non-existent Noble?)

<Hollyhock God> That seems very easy. You take some form of high-end shapeshifting so that it's quite hard to see through, and some Gifts to fake another Estate.

<Ryan Sherbrig> (There's precedent in Gifts that disguise what you look like to the Sight, really.)

<Hollyhock God> I assume that all shapeshifting changes what you look like to the Sight if you want it to.

<Hollyhock God> It would curtail its usefulness if it didn't.

<Ryan Sherbrig> (Oh really? Well, that's handy.)

<Ryan Sherbrig> (Good to know.)

<Hollyhock God> At least if you look like a specific person.

<Ebba> (Or just buy Secondary Estate, and maintain two seperate public personae.)

<Ryan Sherbrig> (I made a character once who had a Gift which could fake the 'reveal your Virtue to everyone around you' for any given Virtue.)

<Hollyhock God> Yes, that would work rather well.

<Ryan Sherbrig> (Let's assume Dana isn't Maliq for the time being.)

<Ryan Sherbrig> "Well, we could have a Deceiver on our hands as well, of course. Would anyone object to a quick round of True Name commandings of all present?"

<Hollyhock God> "I suppose so, although a Deceiver wouldn't have to remain at the scene to do such a thing."

<Hollyhock God> "In Ryan Sherbrig's name, take off all your clothes," commands Marley.

<Hollyhock God> "In Lady Ebba's name, forswear tea for eternity," demands E'jah.

<Ebba> (Heh.)

<Ryan Sherbrig> "In Marley Barliman's name, render humanity immortal!"

<Ryan Sherbrig> (Etc, and so on.)

<Ebba> (And I suppose, "In Dana Whitsunday's name, reavel to everyone here the true events on November 22, 1963?")

<Hollyhock God> Ryan remains clothed; Ebba continues to sip her tea. This precedent continues apace.

<Ryan Sherbrig> "Mmm. Right. Were there any uninvited guests at the party, then? Or people who would have known about it happening that weren't invited?"

<Hollyhock God> "It's no secret, of course. We do this every decade."

<Hollyhock God> "I just can't imagine why anyone would want to do such a thing. It's troublesome, but not actually unfixable."

<Ryan Sherbrig> "There are many quite petty sovereigns. Or it's possible they just wanted to get us all in one place for some reason."

<Ryan Sherbrig> (cue DOOM)

<Hollyhock God> …nope, no doom.

<Ryan Sherbrig> "Or Lord Entropy might have just engineered a minor problem so he could blame me and unleash his wrath."

<Hollyhock God> "A bit petty even for him," thinks Marley.

<Ryan Sherbrig> "Well, unless any further evidence jumps out at us… Will the science convention be proceeding as normal?"

<Ryan Sherbrig> "If not, I should probably be retiring to the chancel to help Marcus root out this Night fellow possibly lurking there."

<Hollyhock God> "Is that scamp bothering you?" asks E'jah. "I've always found him vulnerable to candy."

<Hollyhock God> "I suppose now that the roof is fixed we can alter a few minds and say nothing more about it," admits Dana. "It's probably impossible to keep it secret given the number of us present, though."

<Ebba> "Hmpf. We must be doing something wrong. Only the people we don't like seem to be the ones vulnerable to candy."

<Hollyhock God> "Still, no permanent damage was done, thanks to Benjamin's technical skill and Lady Ebba's healing touch."

<Ryan Sherbrig> "Well, with no permanent damage caused, I don't see it as necessary to keep it… mmm."

<Ryan Sherbrig> ("And Ryan's organizational leadership!")

<Ryan Sherbrig> ("Thank you, Marley, that was the opposite of helpful.")

<Hollyhock God> And so, the day… is saved, thanks to… SCIENCE!

<Ryan Sherbrig> Hooray!

<Hollyhock God> What are you going to do with exclamation point man?

<Ebba> (We could put him in the pocket universe, give him working materials, and see if he ends up coming up with anything interesting.)

<Ryan Sherbrig> "Do any of you want this excitable man?"

<Ryan Sherbrig> What was he looking for in his satchel?

<Ryan Sherbrig> Ryan idly checks to see if there's anything important in there.

<Hollyhock God> Well, eye protection for one.

<Ebba> (And be sure to have a conversation with E'jah, re: Dana's world creation, and how she is also having trouble coming up with complex self-sustaining universes. Are they collaborating any?)

<Hollyhock God> "I vote we give him over to the Leader," says Marley, mugging happily.

<Ebba> (One of those anti-static wrist straps, of course; nothing bad can happen to you if you are wearing one of them. :p )

<Hollyhock God> (According to E'jah, making the universes more complex physically is just grunt work, unpleasant but necessary. Creating a whole new set of Estates, though, is going to require a breakthrough on somebody's part.)

  • RyanSherbrig rolls his eyes again.

<Ebba> (From what I remember, it was the (Exalted) shinma that would define what the Estates could be that was the problem… )

<Hollyhock God> (Shinma are part of the work, yes, but there's also the lack of unimprinted first cause.)

<Ebba> (But see, you get them to explain their technical knowledge, and you smile and nod and look impressed… :D )

<Ryan Sherbrig> "Dana? Benjamin? Do you either of you have a use for this man, or some strong opinion on his fate, or you do agree with Marley as to abdicating responsibility to us?"

<Hollyhock God> "He seems a bit around the twist, if you ask me," says Benjamin. "I'm no doctor."

<Marcus> (Ooh, ooh, I am!)

<Hollyhock God> All problems are the responsibility of the Leader!

<Ryan Sherbrig> "Mmm. I could just take him to the Gardens, and once he acclimatizes, see if Marcus or myself can't just remove the crazy."

<Hollyhock God> It's settled!

<Hollyhock God> So you do that.

<Hollyhock God> Paging Dr. Oroboa!

<Ryan Sherbrig> Leaving some eye-spirits on him to make sure he doesn't bug out with crazy world-destroying horticulture or something, of course.

<Ryan Sherbrig> (I probably asked this before, sorry if I forgot the answer: What do the eye-spirits look like? Or are they naturally invisible?)

<Marcus> (Yes, because the last thing this Familia wants to be near is genocidal horticulturists.)

<Hollyhock God> They're glowing golden eyes, visible to anyone who has eyes.

<Ryan Sherbrig> Duly noted.

<Hollyhock God> Don't let him near the Kumquats of Wisdom, either.

<Ebba> Hmm, now is Marley just making fun of you, or does she have some agenda?

<Ryan Sherbrig> (I suspect that might be her agenda.)

<Ryan Sherbrig> (It's her way of trying to seduce me through being annoying.)

<Hollyhock God> ("Once I dip Ryan's pigtails in ink, he'll just have to sleep with me.")

<Ryan Sherbrig> "At any rate, Dana, please accept my invitation to the Garden sometime soon so we can talk about this whole 'Leader of the Light' thing somewhere there isn't Lord Entropy or giant machines trying to destroy reality or whatnot hanging around."

<Marcus> (I love Marley.)

<Ebba> (Thankfully E'jah has never read from this book of romantic advice.)

<Hollyhock God> (Without Marley, you'd be out of a job!)

<Ebba> (Next, she'll get you a hat!)

<Ryan Sherbrig> ("I'll poison her tea! She'll have to love me!")

<Ryan Sherbrig> (It'd just be a minor inconvenience, after all.)

<Hollyhock God> ("I'll poison her tea with this Imperial potion I made. Then she really will have to love me!")

<Hollyhock God> (Oh, yes. RYAN SHERBRIG- SCHMOTT GUY)

<Ryan Sherbrig> (The little torch on top is very important.)

<Hollyhock God> The Unstoppable Higgs would be a great summon.

<Hollyhock God> It never gets angry. It never gets upset. It never uses more words than it has to. And it never stops.

<Hollyhock God> I guess that's something like an Aspect 9 ability to keep going that automatically activates whenever needed.

<Ryan Sherbrig> ( for anyone who doesn't get the hat reference.)

<Marcus> Oh, I got it alright. :)

<Hollyhock God> Well, I guess that guy calms down a bit once you get him into Eden and Marcus fills his bloodstream with something soothing or whatever.

<Ryan Sherbrig> Or we can just remove the crazy with Lesser Destructions.

<Ryan Sherbrig> (I think Destructions or above aren't subject to the 'physical only', right?)

<Hollyhock God> I forget.

<Hollyhock God> Ah, well, you remove his craziness.

<Hollyhock God> "Ah. I perceive that I am a highly-talented engineer. How nice. This skill will aid me in worldly success."

<Ryan Sherbrig> "Hopefully. So where did you learn such advances in scientific engineering?"

<Ryan Sherbrig> "Creating giant potentially-world-destroying pillars of energy isn't exactly high school physics last time I checked."

<Hollyhock God> "I made them up by myself, I think. I was very feverish. Perhaps I have been ill?"

<Hollyhock God> "I'm fairly sure I came up with it all in a frenzy of inspiration."

<Ryan Sherbrig> "Interesting. Before this frenzy came upon you, was there anyone you were working with? Or perhaps some patron or investor?"

<Ryan Sherbrig> "And when did the idea come to you?"

<Marcus> (Clearly, he read Crank Theories of Robotics.)

<Hollyhock God> "No, I worked alone…. I think I was sitting in the bathtub."

<Ryan Sherbrig> (Karen!)

<Marcus> "Eureka. Bit of a long shot, but perhaps we should get a look at this bathtub?"

<Ryan Sherbrig> "I sincerely doubt the bathtub did it. Feel free to investigate that angle if you wish."

<Ryan Sherbrig> "I suppose I will have to summon the Watcher after all. Ah well."

<Ryan Sherbrig> "I can never get over the odd thought that doing so feels like cheating, somehow."

<Marcus> "I simply meant 'scene of the crime.' It might be worth doing a Witch Hunt Rite there. Or, I suppose, you could summon an unholy horror from beyond sanity."

<Ebba> (And no zomg pacts!, to find out what you want to know about this guy, I'll have to eat his brain. :d)

<Ryan Sherbrig> "Ah, yes, you would be a bit better at Witch Hunt Rites. Maybe we should try waking up Fiona, too."

<Ryan Sherbrig> (IE, save it for next week?)

<Ryan Sherbrig> (I have to head off for work soonish.)

<Ebba> (But we want the crazy man to implicate Dana now! :D )

<Ryan Sherbrig> (I've got maybe 3 minutes. Although I suppose you could do it and I'll just the logs.)

<Hollyhock God> I guess we might as well wait; I've got this thing I have to cope with.

<Ebba> Heh.

<Ryan Sherbrig> Thanks for game, all! Sorry again about the lateness.

<Hollyhock God> I probably should have made up some more sheep issues.

<Hollyhock God> But sheep are so hard to use correctly!

<Ebba> (And are normally found in semi-arid land. :d)

<Ebba> (That's also why their grazing habits are so bad.)

<Ebba> They tend to pull up grass by the roots, since they are typically getting dry grass.

<Ebba> As opposed to more wet grass grazing animals, who tend to just crop the grass and leave the roots to grow.

<Marcus> And apparently, ours are racist.

<Hollyhock God> They need a better upbringing.

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