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[viciousmaukery]

[A few days after everyone's settled in, this pops up:]

—working now? Oh, good, that took so much longer than I thought it would.

[To those well-versed in such things, they might quickly identify the androgynous figure onscreen right now, dressed in an eyesore of a coat, as a tiefling: there are the horns, the tail, the lavender skin, the red and pupil-less eyes. To those who aren't? Jesus, it's another fuckin' weirdo, and he's giving the camera a bow.]

Mollymauk Tealeaf, formerly of Exandria and the Mighty Nein and now of Trench, at your service! I'm a bit lacking in funds at the moment, so if you have some coin to spare, come to Cellar Door. I've set up near one of the statues. [And he pans the camera up to show an artistic, distinctive statue of a woman dancing, with cloth draped over her arms. Then down to a little portable table with a set of tarot cards laid out.]

For just two coppers, or whatever the equivalent is here, I'll tell you what the future has in store for you. Doesn't that sound like a steal to you?

[Advertisement over, he gets serious, and adds:]

Oh, and—if anyone from the Mighty Nein is here? Let me know you're safe. [Please.]

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[viciousmaukery]

My friends. We're something of an adventuring group. [Or a mercenary group, take your pick.] Fjord's a half-orc, Jester's a tiefling but she's blue and a little shorter than I am, Caleb's a shabby-looking human who likely has a cat with him, Nott is—is a halfling in a hood, [a lie, she's a goblin, but Molly knows how people feel about goblins, and he doesn't quite trust Vyng not to hold those same prejudices,] Beau's a human in blue who's very abrasive and punchy, and Yasha's—Yasha's one of my closest friends, you'll know her when you see her. Tall, pale woman, one eye's greenish-blue and the other's violet, wears a lot of black, hair's black and white.

[He doesn't think they're here, but—maybe he's met one of them. Maybe they just haven't figured out how to work this device yet.]

Have you seen any of them?

1/2

[spiritwalks]

Hmm...doesn't ring any bells, I'm afraid. [A colorful crew like that is going to attract attention wherever they go. Just the hooded halfling or big beautiful lady would be enough to catch Vyng's eye real quick.

He opens his mouth to ask another question, but then—]

2/2

[bardbarous]

[ A new challenger appears behind Vyng! Without giving the half-elf an inch of personal space, a giant man with a big beard shoves his face into the screen. ]

Woah, duuude! You look fuckin' siiiick! How long did it take to paint yourself like a metal album cover?

[viciousmaukery]

Oh. Well. If you do see them...let me know?

[Molly slumps for the briefest moment before the big man pushes onto the screen, and Molly quickly straightens up and puts a smile back on his face.]

Oh, this? [He tilts his head to better show off the feathers of the peacock tattoo curling up over the side of his neck, fanning out over his face.] This isn't paint, this is a tattoo, and it took a damned long time, let me tell you.

[bardbarous]

I know what a tattoo is! I mean, your skin, the horns! Your fucking eyes! You look like you're ready for to perform a blood ritual on stage. Ugh, so sick!

[spiritwalks]

That's a compliment.

[Said from where he's squeezed next to his big friend here. In case it wasn't clear.]

[viciousmaukery]

Oh! Well, thank you. Especially since almost all of this is natural, 'cept for the eyeliner.

[We're just going to skirt around the blood ritual bit.]

[spiritwalks]

It's natural? Wow. We've actually never met anyone who looks like you before.

[Which saying something, because plenty of folks from different walks of life call themselves Sleepers.]