-Somewhere in the Loswell residence-
-Oliver is trying to get one of his fingers to unjam-
-At about the time Magilou says her magic words, well...-
Oliver: ...yes! Middle finger, back in business!
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."Hearing Azzie's voice, Hastur opens one eye and tries to say something, but only a few bubbles of air come out. Then he sighs and draws a Yellow Sign with a finger to enable a telepathic link so everyone hears his voice in their heads.
(@Azzie) Hastur: Yeah, sorta. I've received this bed as a present so I could stay awake without overexhausting myself. It's... comfier than it looks. ~eyes the pool in which Azzie's resting~ ... Also this room is much more spacious than I thought.
(@Turax;Roy) Hastur: Wot?
Contrary to the expected, right now Hastur simply looks like a weirdly ripped Ken doll. But as Azzie mentions tentacles, an eye-tipped tendril sprouts out of his chest and playfully winks to people present, then retracts back.
Hastur: How could we get to visit a Deep One corporation and not take a swim?
(@Roy) Hastur: I rest this way. It's healthier than just taking a nap... ~sees Roy cannonballing~ Oh shit.
As drops of water fall into the vat from above, the greenish liquid starts foaming and explodes in a geyser of bubbles. In a moment Hastur gets blown out of the tube and lands in the communal pool.
Hastur: Well, crap. This breed of shoggoth reacts to water... violently.
edited 31st Mar '17 6:30:22 PM by TheRiddleOfCards

Naomi: Heh. Maybe it does just work for you.
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."