THE JARS THAT BLEED BEFORE THEY BREAK.

[glassjar]

Congrats! You've somehow stumbled upon the pocket dimension where five people with questionable morals (some more questionable than others) live and operate. Are you here on business? Do you have an appointment? Or are you here to see a friend? (Come on, don't make us laugh.)

Maybe you're here on accident due to some multiversal, magical, or otherwise supernatural nonsense? It's happened before, it was bound to happen again.

You can wander towards the house, see if anyone's home. Or you can explore the lush grounds, and maybe run across the wolfman groundskeeper who might try to usher you out towards the nearest portal, anyway. The world is your oyster, just try to be a good guest.

Comments

[infusion]

[There's that energetic nod again and a smile.]

Yeah! Grandma made it for me.

[She keeps Oren out of her story. No doubt that the connection between her and the golem can't stay completely hidden from certain eyes but she doesn't need to elaborate presently.]

Or, more accurately, I had to use my magic to shape it first and then she went in for the final details. I just glamor it up and ta-da!

[The arm is stretched out proudly with wiggling fingers.]

You can't even tell! Not until I sucker punch a fool.

[ghostpranks]

[Thankfully, Jake wouldn't be able to suss out that connection otherwise, anyway. He'd need Thomas for that, or even Morgan, depending on just how her arm worked.

So he remains oblivious. No reason not to believe it was her grandmother's doing, anyway.]

Or... when you break priceless urns. Hm?

[Now he's just giving her shit.]

[infusion]

Uh. Listen?

The urn had it coming for being breakable in the first place.

[ghostpranks]

What the hell kind of logic is that? That's like murdering a guy and saying, "it's his fault for being murderable."

[infusion]

I mean.



The math checks out.

[ghostpranks]

[Oh my god.

He chuckles.]

Careful. That's a mindset for people like me and mine, not you.

[infusion]

You're right, you're right... Oh!

[The door opens and some customers step inside. Iona waves to them and then at Jake.]

Enjoy the rest of your time here! Just let Oren know if you'd like anything else. It was great talking with you!

[Amelia grins at the man before handling the other people.]