Eires follows the source of some racket or another and realizes that it's coming from the Spartan's room, if he's still around and working on it.
Elsewhere on Terminus Station
A young woman
◊ sits in a cafe and drinks coffee. She eyes the passing crowd with a bemused look on her face.
-Well-
-Six is indeed in there-
-Fitting his MJOLNIR into a sort of standing position, wearing regular clothing-
-The mechanism he received at the Lucky Toss yesterday is sitting on his bed-
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."Roy: *There is silence.*
"Yes!"
-*He opens the door, a long barreled golden gun
in his hand, very brand new and polished. The electrical bits glow like the sun.*
"My first energy weapon, the Revolver de Oro!"
(@Albert) Hastur: I don't want to describe how Outer Gods and Great Old Ones mate. Our physique is indeed incomprehensible, and I value your sanity. Rest assured there were tentacles.
(@Asmodeus) Hastur: Isn't the name even known to you? ~looks a bit disappointed~ I'm one of The Great Old Ones, so I have natural affinity for tentacles.
(@Quartz) The King In Yellow: So you meant Hell literally in this case. A pity then. And how do you think you're gonna get there?
(@Albert) The King In Yellow: Well, you're... hyperbolizing. I just don't want you to turn into raving madmen.
(@Roy) The King In Yellow: Yes?
edited 16th Aug '16 3:25:01 PM by TheRiddleOfCards

Asagi: @Turax Well, we'd need money for that, we spent most of it on a ship.
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Also, when did Mr. Hastur hit puberty?
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