PCS WITH CHILDERMASS

[robopriest]

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WEEK 0 DAY 1

[robopriest]

[Hey, Childermass. Are you enjoying your time on your lonesome? Do you want a eyepatched priest bothering you? No? Too bad.]

[Hansa looks a little excited.]

Have you seen the kitchen yet?

[atouts]

[ That's right, he doesn't want an eyepatched priest bothering him, but Childermass rarely ever gets what he wants. There's a sigh, and he looks up from what he's doing to eye Hansa. ]

I have. I was in there earlier to make coffee.

[robopriest]

Oh. Great minds think alike.

[COFFEE LOVERS UNITE???]

But anyways. Did you look inside the kitchen? Where they're supposedly making all the food?

[atouts]

[ He just said... ]

I was in the kitchen to make the coffee, so yes, I can say I have indeed looked inside the kitchen.

[robopriest]

....Yes.






So what did you think.

[mister (FRIEND OF) MAGICIAN]

[atouts]

That it's a perfectly normal kitchen once you walk through the door.

[ HELPFUL, RIGHT? ]

[robopriest]

Yes...

[huff!]

You heard the sounds of people cooking in there, right?

[atouts]

I did, but if you are expecting me to offer an explanation, I am not yet sure what it is that is cooking all that food. A haunting, perhaps, or some even queerer possibility.

[ Although fae seems less and less likely now that he's had a chat with Rosemary, so he does not include them this time around. ]

[robopriest]

[......Such a party pooper.]

Aw. Well, I thought you would have SOME ideas, given you being the mage expert. Your two guys didn't have anything like this?

[atouts]

[ He is the king of party poopers, sir. ]

I do not recall claiming to be an expert of any kind.

[ He simply works for a magician! ]

Merely familiar with the work of magicians, and no. The rest of the household staff are very much normal, alive, and human back home. I would know. I'm the one who manages the hiring.

[ Who knows what Strange does? His wife likely handles that part of life. Although he does pause, eyes wandering a moment as he considers something not even remotely related to either of the Stranges. ]

I suppose I could try and locate any magic that might be afoot, though I've yet to sense magic actually being done.

[robopriest]

[He will change that. Somehow.]

Huh.

[...The last statement makes him perk up, though.]

You could? Then let's give it a try. Might as well gather some clues. My own senses have been rather dulled, sadly...

[atouts]

[ He's been meaning to give it a try anyway, since he, too, feels as though his own senses have been dulled, as Hansa puts it. ]

Come along, then. Back to the kitchen. I'll need a glass of water.

[ Off they go... ]

[robopriest]

[FIELD TRIP!!!]

Lead the way, my fine fellow.

[He's humming as they go along.....obnoxious.........]

[atouts]

[ Yes, a field trip, right back to the same place they've both been before, through the cafeteria and to the kitchen. There are sounds coming from it again, but once Childermass opens the door, it all falls silent, but in he steps anyway.

As he has already searched the place previously, he finds a glass quickly enough and fills it with water. ]

Let's see now...

[ And he holds that glass of water up between his fingers, focusing on it. Focusing. Focusing, only nothing seems to happen. He frowns, brow furrowing. ]

Ah. So that's how it is.

[robopriest]

[...]





[Guess something was supposed to happen?]

...Did you see anything?

[atouts]

Belasis' Scopus is designed to transform water and glass into a means of tracking errant magic. There should have been a light.

[ There was no such light. He sighs and sets the glass of water back down on the kitchen counter. ]

It would seem I have no access to magic in this place. I was wondering if that might be the case, since, as you mentioned with your own senses, mine have been dulled as well.

[ He should know if there's magic about. He's got nothing. ]

[robopriest]

Ergh...what a shame.

[Just what he suspected. They can't have nice things.]

I don't know any tricks like that one, but I at least should know if magecraft is being used. Alas. Looks like we're back to square one.

[atouts]

A useful little spell, but only if it works.

[ Which it did not do this time, much to his fairly muted irritation. ]

We might find anyone else with similar abilities may be lacking in them just the same... That's troublesome.

WEEK 0 POST TRIAL

[robopriest]

[The arcade! A bright, colorful place! Lights! Action! A drab grumpy magic man!]





[Wait, why is he here.]

Why are you here.

[atouts]

[ A drab, grumpy magic man giving Hansa a most unimpressed look, at that. ]

Mr. Ramuda insisted.

[robopriest]

And you just......gave in.



You.

[atouts]

It helps that the bar is here.

[ Which is where he is sitting, thanks. ]

[robopriest]

You could just leave with the alcohol. Last I checked, you had legs, lucky you.

[atouts]

[ Oh, he will, just later. ]

If I did not know better, it would almost seem as though you're offended that I am here, Father.

[robopriest]

Ah, yes, because my holy place of the arcade is being besmirched by your presence.




...No, I'm worried about you.