____Sillasion____
The freight cars look ancient and decrepit. The bogeys appear to have rusted onto the section of track they've clearly been standing on for years.
Very tall weeds poke through the gaps in the sleepers and up into the holes in the chassis.
An old bulk carriage about a third of the way down the ancient convoy had lost a door on the far side, revealing its innards to you.
Hauling Deet's large frame up into the doorway took a huge effort, Deet was fading and fast.
The day's exertion was beginning to show in your spellcasting too. The long "flight" out of the badlands had taken a lot of sustaining, having left its mark on your aura and your body drained, your makeover spell went of only half cocked. You manage to scrub the worst of the crap off your self, looking somewhat close to your intended self, but far from your image of glamour.
Redoubling your efforts with determined grit made a huge difference to Deet though. He cleaned up pretty good, the muck and detritus from the crash was soon gone and the infusion of mana washing over him seemed to liven him up a bit as a bonus.
Syb, you're a star. Thanks for bailing me out of the shit back there. One good bite and that fucker would have had me. I owe you girl, big time. {he grimaces as he shifts his weight, leaning back slightly at he swings his foot up into the carriage from his sitting position on the ledge of the doorway}
*argh* I'm fucked up good. My foot feels like burning hell. I can't walk no-more on it. I really need a doc or summat. *agh* Paracetamol or something would be good as a start though. You got anything on you?
Gingerly, he slid himself backwards away from the opening of the carriage into the darker recesses. The smell of wet dog was overpowering back there, a collection of blankets, newspapers and food wrappers showing that someone {or something} probably called this place home.
____Lumen____
"Absolutemént, ee works on an appointment-only basis. For when shall I arrange a meeting?
Monsieur Smith also asked me to return sese to you, ee says his contacts have fully cleansed them, no chargé this time, but ee said to be much more careful" {he hands you both your commlinks, cases shiny and clean, almost factory spec}
As you ponder the holo-terminal, you see the mapsoft chip inserted into the drive and install a copy onto your cleaned-up link.
//Bienveneu au France! Please visit your MSP node for data-roaming charges.
You have:
5 new messages
1 missed call
1 missed invite
Have a good visit to France!//