Errant catches an employee.
"Hey, do you mind if I use your restroom real quick?"
Errant catches an employee.
"Hey, do you mind if I use your restroom real quick?"
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"That's why it's there, dude," the minimum wage slave answers as he begins the highly technical and skill dependent task of taking a cup of milk's temperature.
Oh. I thought they were closing.
"So yeah, good luck with the escaping alive thing, I guess. And keep me posted on what comes out of this, eh?" Errant calls back to the group.
He briefly checks the restroom for Sleepers before he begins spell casting.
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Errant notices there's about 5 minutes until the hour the shop closes... he appears to be alone in the restroom.
Alone, except for the pair of eyes someone drew on the wall.
Errant mutters something about graffiti before he finds a stall.
"There's no place like home." he smirks before he begins speaking in the High Speech. He focuses on his cramped apartment.
Spellwork
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For a Space Disciple, Portal is an Extended Casting.
This spell takes at least three hours for Errant to cast.
((Whoops.))
Errant frowns as reality doesn't quite rush to meet his expectations. Re-examining his spell, he notes his drastic error. He resolved to spend more time studying his Arcana. Feeling more than a little stupid, he makes use of the toilet and returns to the group.
"So, yeah. Leaving." he says, coughing awkwardly.
It wasn't his day.
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Narration
Errant wanders off, and as the other note he doesn't spontaneously combust or fall over dead, they too disperse.
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