Sessions Worlds and Stuff

II: *peering into the hourglass* ...yes, this place generally makes it pretty easy to find where you want to go. I think I have it. I do need something a little more specific, though, unless you want to arrive in orbit.
RR: Is the chain big enough to take us all? *she remembers needing to put the chain around her own neck when travelling with Abby*
II: It expands.

[:]) Good! *sets Baby on the floor so they can get to the treat*
*Baby starts to eat this treat*
@)

[==@] wedonotknowmuchmoreabouttheplanet. ithasbeenaverylongtimesincewehadlastseenit. andatthattime,weweremuchdifferent. [=@=] woulditbepossibletoarriveinorbit,andthenpickoutaspotonthegroundnearatown?

=[|:|DD] YaY. =[|:|33]
7BX "MMH!" *gets his shirt taken off by Onponn, his arms needing to lift up*
= there we go. annnd, = *a few simple patterned shirts in reds and blues are created on the alchemeter* = all done. *offers the old shirt to Mack*
][:] thanks. ][:] *sets to work putting things in the right places on the desk*
0u0 Baby might have been fed enough now. ^u^

II: Yes, that's possible. I could also just pick a spot to end up right now, if it doesn't matter which town.

@? @) yeah,they'relittle. havelittlespaceforfood.
[:]) Okay. *holds Baby in their lap again*

[=@=] itwouldjustbebesttobesomewhereoutsideofone,sowecantravelthereandnotjust,'be'there. wedonotknowwhatcustomsortransportlawstheymighthave. [==@]

^u^ yep, thats right. 0u0 in most cases. hehe.
7B? *grabs a blue shirt, sniffing it* 7BP
= ...
][:] ][(] *starts to work, sewing the ends of the sleeves shut* ][(]
=[|:|33] YeA. I HavE LittlE FooD SpacE TO. BuT I'M BiggeR ThaN BabY. =[|:|33]

II: Oh, I get that. Cody and I are always careful where we pop up on Alel. *she puts a hand on the gold chain and shakes it a little, and it gets longer as she does so, stretching out far enough that all of them could be enclosed by it* Here.
RR: *takes the proffered chain and drapes it around her neck*

[:]) And Nyx has lots of food space!
@) *"pets" Baby*
*Baby has settled down in Hamnet's lap, happy to have food and attention*

[=@=] ... timetogo... *gets into the space within the chain* we'llberightback... [=T=]

*a moment that would be rejoined, able to continue, 'after' everything that was to happen with The Sylph of Time, The Heir(s) of Heart, and the Muse of Heart finished their journey* ... *it would not be long for them, but it would be longer for those who had left*

II: *looks to Sophie, who nods--let's go* *Abby turns the hourglass, and carries them all along the flow of time, out of the fold and onto another world...*

*a fresh, frozen fall breeze can be felt. there's a stone road nearby, and on the other side of it, a large field of corn can be seen growing. small stone towers can be seen sticking up out of the field every so often, square lime-cyan gems about the size of bowling balls sitting atop each one* *around on this side of the road, sparse trees are growing, and up along the road, a large wall can be seen, massive round red gems sitting atop towers that show up periodically along the wall* *closer inspection would show that tiny blue gems with white cores are fitted into the road every few feet, glowing faintly in the sunlight* *there looks to be a few sheep scattered about the place, grazing the grassy pasture* *a cart without a horse, carrying a man with a pointed hat, and loaded up with high quality stone can be seen a ways off, headed towards the city... they'll pass by in a while if you don't move* [=@=] thisistheplace. [==@] nowwejustneedtoseeifwecangetoneoftheir,'libraries'. [=@=]

II: *reels in the chain again, so the hourglass hangs from just her neck once more*
RR: *glancing around* I see what you mean about gems.

[@==] yes,thisplaceisfullofmagicalgems,andthemeanstocreatemore. evenjustlookingatthisroad,wecanseethatithasbeendesignedtomakeatraveler'sburdenfeellighter,andhelpthemmovefaster. [=@=] butitwouldnotdotosimplystandaroundalldayinafield. weshouldheadtowardsthetown. [==@]

RR: *nods, and follows*
II: *she follows along as well, not entirely sure how involved she's supposed to be in this adventure but wanting to come along until she's told not to. She doesn't know what they're here for, but she assumes they have their reasons for being vague, and it isn't her business to pry. She would have pried, once, before the game. Now she respects their silence, tucks her hands under the hourglass, and follows*

*the walk towards the town would be uneventful along the easy road, till a slab of rock slid out from the top of the wall, slowly lowering itself to the ground, carrying 3 people in blue and green hooded cloaks, and 2 people in steel armor, swords in their sheaths* *they look like they intend to talk, and thats exactly what they do as the center hooded figure takes out a mega-phone kind of tool, calling out,* "Greetings travelers! We saw you approach, and we wish to know if you have a permit to have your Scholar's Wraith uncontained, else we can not permit you entrance to the city. we will be over shortly to look for the permit, and, your proof of ownership"
[=@=] ? ! [~@~] *they realize that the city guards think that one of the two of you OWN them* [~~@]

II: *under her breath* Ick. Didn't see that coming.
RR: *frowns* That's... Well. Something you didn't know about this world before we got here, I assume. ...even if we did have something to pretend was a permit, I don't like the idea of pretending that you're, what, some kind of slave?

[~@~] wedon'tlikeiteither... [=@=] *thinking fast, they figure that there must be defenses against 'scholar wraiths' flying in or under the town, and that if they are not owned, then they would be a valued prize to add to the library... hopefully... maybe...*
[==@] itmightbepossiblethattheycanbebribed. [=@=] wehave... avaluablesword,andwecansynthisizesomecrystalshereandnow. goodcrystalsmightbegoodenoughtoavoidquestioning. justoffertopaythemcrystals. we. itmightwork? [@==]

*the men are walking closer, and will be in earshot soon*

RR: If pleading ignorance doesn't work...
II: ... *tucks the hourglass under one arm*

[==@] [=@=] *get quiet as the men step up*

*the middle one takes out a pencil and records book, asking* "do you have a permit? Or are we going to have to contain it for you until you leave. We will charge you for keeping your property safe if you wish to leave it with us."

RR: *puts on a polite smile* Actually, sir, could you please explain all this to me? I'm not sure what the "it" is we need a permit for. I'm just on a trip with my friends, you see. And we're alright as far as carrying property goes.
II: *jumps in on the naive teenager act* Is it this? *indicates the hourglass* I can put it away if need be. But I like to wear it. It is a little too bulky and gaudy to keep uncontained, though, isn't it. Heh, I'm not sure what dress codes are like around here.

*the man seems slightly confused, but he tries to talk it out anyway*
Your friends? But I only see one other here. Are more coming? And I'm a bit surprised that you wouldn't understand. All scholar wraiths are to be accounted for by their owners, and a special permit atop that is required to have them uncontained.
[==@] *trying to think fast, the darkmatter say,* the. Purpose. Of. This. Trip. Was. To. Buy. An. Ordinary. Wraith. So. That. Their. Master. And. The. Owner. Of. This. Wraith. Could. Further. Their. Experiments. Into. Alternate. Containment... This. Wraith. IS. Contained. In. A. Simple. Cloak... *they all seem a bit surprised by this, but the three in hoods seem more excited than anything* "are you from out East?! What's the name of the man who sent you out here for supplies with such an incredible innovation?"

II: *improvising, and having a little fun actually* Ohhh, is that what this is about? Haha, I forget that not everyone has old Artiesprite messing around with those weird inventions of his. I can't imagine having to worry about uncontained wraiths! It must be so weird.
RR: *it pains her to hear the darkmatter talking like that, like they did before they were freed, but she keeps herself calm and smiling* *she pats the darkmatter's cloak* Thanks for the clarification, buddy. You're the smartest wraith in the world.

[=@=] ...
*elated, the Mage says,* "never heard of him! He must be deep in demon territory working wonders! Er, could you give us a minute?"
*the three mages step back, and face eachother, a mild spell preventing their words from being heard*
*the guards, who are much less excited, say something of actual practical use* "you'll find buying a wraith here tough. All the ones in the guild here are needed, and the only other one in town is owned by Luke the Chef. We don't think he'd part with the heart of his kitchen so easily."