Lost Lab of Kwalish

Omiy’s putting down 10 gold for the Mage’s square. “Alright,” she says, pumping herself up, “you miss 100% of the shots you don’t take, am I right?” 

* I looked, d1000 does work. 

Looking around the betting table, you see a few other humanoids from some prime world, a drunken Eladrin and a desperate looking Aasimar.

"Rien ne va plus!" announces the croupier, a halfling dressed in crisp clean formal blouse and jacket of deep red, as he gives the wheel a hearty spin.

as the leather strap slaps past hundreds of tiny pins, the faces of the other players are strained with either terror or anticipation.  As the wheel slows, the clicking of the leather strap becomes a string of discreet beats, largo, largo, until it comes to a rest between the pins on either side of 539.

“Well,” Omiy shrugs as she sees the wheel gradually stopped at a blank square, she downs the rest of her ale and sets the stein on the side, “out of 1000 dimensions, there’s one me that’s really happy right now.” She says to Gearbox.

And what is Dicing Cup? Is it a different game?

Omiy will approach the table that Shemeshka is sitting at. She greets the tiefling guards next to her table, “evening, any chance I can talk to Shemeshka herself?”

Gearbox shakes his head slowly, eye closed, then shrugs, "Only the Clueless and those with more money than sense try to win the golden square; the wheel takes far more than it returns." 

"If you were planning on meeting with Shemeshka, you'd best check with one of her groomers and wait for a go-ahead.  I'd try Colcook - the one with the mirror."

Gotcha. Omiy gives Gearbox a thumbs up and sneaks behind the other fiend, nudges her slightly. She whispers, “hey, Colcook, right? You know if Shemeshka’s in the mood of meeting anyone tonight?”

"She's meeting with that there Deva right now aint she?  What's your business with the boss, then?  You buyin' or sellin'?"

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Gotcha. Omiy gives Gearbox a thumbs up and sneaks behind the other fiend, nudges her slightly. She whispers, “hey, Colcook, right? You know if Shemeshka’s in the mood of meeting anyone tonight?”

 Hondo is next to Omiy and whispers to her. “I really hope you know what you are doing. I spent the last few weeks as a slave. I would prefer not to go back to that. But I trust you.”

“Hmm?” Omiy scratches her head and looks at Hondo, “it’s fine, right? Just gonna ask her a question politely, I don’t see she has anything against us.” She winks at him with confidence out of nowhere, "don't worry, I've got this."

“Ah yes,” Omiy answers Colcook, eyeing curiously at the Deva, it’s her first time seeing one of those - “we are looking for a very specific kind of weapons, and I heard Lady Shemeshka is the one to talk to.”

The Teifling laughs raucously in Omiy's face.  "Bwah-ha-ha!! Are you fer real?  And I suppose you'd also like an audience wit' Da Lady to ask directions to the armory.  The Marauder only meets with those rare birds that know something she doesn't yet, or the masses looking for a piece of news straight from the source.  That kind of personal touch don't come cheap ya understand."  As he stops laughing, Colcook straightens, "You want to go down to the toad pool if all you need is some specialty wares."

Omiy waited patiently for the tiefling in front of her to finish laughing, wiping the spit away in disgust that had been sprayed on to her face, “Well yeah? You sure seem to be in a pretty good mood, considering you’re doing a job that can be done by a 5 ft pole. Oh sorry, that’s unfair, after all a pole would know how to do its job properly. Since you just decided for Shemeshka that she doesn’t need our business, - because you are so capable of making all the decisions for her - we’re more than happy to take it to the Trade Council. Let’s go, Hondo.” 

ooc: you could have just offered to buy or sell info if you want to talk to Shemeshka.  At the very least, he did tell you exactly where to get exactly what you want, you just don't know what 'the toad pool' is.

Nah, Omiy doesn’t want to see Colcook’s face right now. @Hondo, do you want to say anything? 

“What’s the toad pool?” She’ll ask Gearbox when they get out of there. 

Intimidation: 5

Was Colcook scared at all? :)

Despite appearances, the tieflings are highly skilled assassins working directly for the city's top crime boss.  I doubt it.  maybe a little?

"Well, that went well" Gearbox says as you walk away. This comment is met with stern faces. "At least you still have your skin." he continues.

Omiy asks about the toad poool. "I don't know anything about a toad pool. I'm a factotum, a tout registered and representative of the Fraternity of Order. I know all the important landmarks and popular destinations in Sigil. I don't know every criminal hangout and its inhabitants." A beat passes, Gearbox looks around to see if anyone is listening, then whispers, "Maybe Djhek'nlarr would know what the toad pool is. Estavan instructed me to take you to her anyhow. We can find her hanging around The Yawning Rat. They only serve cheap wheat ale; it’s barely better than puddle water,but at 2 sp for a whole barrel, who’s complaining?"

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Despite appearances, the tieflings are highly skilled assassins working directly for the city's top crime boss.  I doubt it.  maybe a little?

 He was an assassin?? Well I thought he was just a lackey. Nonetheless Omiy still takes some pride in that.

"Yeah, you should expand your database on that, I dunno, download some expansion pack or somethin', it'd be really helpful." Omiy scratches her chin in contemplation, and in a second stares in some surprise at the monodrone's casual comment about cheap ale. "Where did you learn that? I didn't know you drink. Only gasolines. We should go see that map lady then. Though it's late, you know any cheap inn that we can stay at?"

Gearbox:

"I know of several places in the market ward not too far from the Yawning Rat. 

The Turby Inn rents so-so rooms for 2 sp per night, but it’s worth putting up with dirty blankets and creaking beds for the special breakfast Turby serves to all his guests. Turby’s brother imports larvae from the Gray Waste, then sells them wholesale to Turby who carves them into steaks. If he’s asked nicely, Turby might share the recipe. Yum

Travelers needing a cheap but clean place to spend the night should head for the Feathernest Inn; 5 sp buys a hammock, wash bowl, and a locked door.

For longer stays, Airion’s Boarding House provides room and board (breakfast and lunch, no dinner), hot water (10 gallons per day), and all the pumpkin tea a cutter can drink for 3 gp per week.

If one of those suits you, we should get over to the Market Ward before our gith associate relocates, then its a short jaunt to whichever inn you choose."

Regarding Omiy's suggestion of an expansion pack, Gearbox explains, "My programming may be corrupted, but it is not completely overwritten.  A modron has directives, and if I am aware of a directive that I am capable of executing, I have no ability to resist it, thus much of the disorder in our city has to be erased from my memory, or I cannot function in any useful capacity.  This may seem like a glaring omission, but know that much of what looks like disorder is actually just very complex order.  The very gears of Mechanus may appear a haphazard arrangement of endless gears and cogs, but their precise movement is the very heart of the order underlying all the planes it touches, with a minor toehold even in Limbo."

Woooo, larva steak, sounds yum. Omiy is going to Turby Inn for the night. Anyone else?

Omiy asks Gearbox to lead the way. "So is all your knowledge that of Sigil? Would you know anything outside here, Toril, for example - or is that not included in your instructions?"