THE NECROMANCER BARBER OF DRIFT FLEET

[serpentis]

Who: Dorian and YOU
Broadcast: Nope
Action: SS Three Twins
When: 2/8-2/28

[It doesn't take long for him to get things sorted out, and find a place where he can set up a small space and take it down again, tuck things away when he's done. The hired smugglers have done well- he was scissors, razors, even cosmetics that would make the Orlesians jealous. They're all tucked into cases, stored under his cot and in the cargo hold.

For those that helped to smuggle, arrangements are made for a free session, for the rest, well...word will get around.

You all look dreadful, and Dorian has plans that you all need to be presentable for.]

((OOC: Please feel free to handwave appointments being made, but list a date in your starter, thank you!))

Comments

[ladiesss]

Oh, if only. It's full of sand.

[surprise.]

It's, uh, kind of a place between places. I went through it a couple of times to try and get out of spots like this one... But it was mostly just a lot of walking around in the hot sun. Murdered my hair, my nails have never recovered, it's... Not fun.

[serpentis]

A place between places...so not entirely unlike the Fade, then, I would take it? Sort of...connected to this world, but an entirely different plane? Curious!

[ladiesss]

I don't know what the "Fade" is, but that sounds right. It's tricky stuff to wrap your head around.