As the party returns to the town, Hastur helps with Roy's accomodation, then sits in the saloon and starts painting with the colours he had produced. The picture is a scape of a magnificent, yet decrepit and old city done in many shades of yellow tinted by brown and red. A peculiar symbol
◊ is abundant among the decorations and architecture.
(@Lisa) Hastur: ~getting distracted by Lisa, accidentally leaves a blot on the canvas, then quickly repaints the picture over it~ Oh, hey there! N'much, just came back from our little trip. It has ended... Worse than I've expected. But well, I've still got my yellow colour!
(@Albert) Hastur: Huh, thanks. D.C. was as well in its own wa... What - "What"? ~looks at Al, all three tentacles' tips turn towards him as well~
edited 3rd Aug '16 12:25:58 AM by TheRiddleOfCards
(@Lisa) Hastur: Met some resistance in form of a rogue fragment of my essence. Subdued it, thanks to Albert, Aury and Roy... Roy, however, lost it after seeing a certain something and not managing to unsee it. He's sleeping now.
(@Albert) Hastur: Well, they're a part of my biology in this form. And they're as much of a tool as a hammer or a saw you humans use, only I've evolved from using these. ~retracts tentacles with noise of sucking spaghetti off the fork~ Do they unnerve you or?
edited 3rd Aug '16 12:33:44 AM by TheRiddleOfCards
(@Albert) Hastur: Oh, for real? Though no wonder, you've seen a lot of stuff like mirelurks, floaters and centaurs back then, it's hard to surprise you with that. ~exhales with relief~ Good thing almost no one around here is unsettled by these.
While marvellous, the city looks really weird, since its architecture is a medley of different styles from every age and epoch. Some are not even from Earth, looking grotesque and surrealistic. It's as if multiple cities were taken apart and made into one whole.
edited 3rd Aug '16 12:44:11 AM by TheRiddleOfCards
(@Albert) Hastur: Yeah, I know. Piercing that stray one's gas sacks with a lit shishkebab wasn't your best idea.
(@Lisa) Hastur: Well, there was a piece of me that still thought that it's a king. And it has tried to rebuild its kingdom here. Thinking that the best way to start would be devouring me. But it worked the other way around thanks to our three pals' interference. And Roy... has gazed beneath the King's mask. It wasn't his best idea either.
(@Albert) Hastur: Do you remember Harold? Or, more specifically, Bob?
(@Lisa) Hastur: The god label does not really does me justice, but sufficiently advanced aliens are indistinguishable from gods for humans. For instance, my psyche exists on a completely different dimension, so its piece disattached from me? Blam, ghost-like fiend on this one.
(@Albert) Hastur: Yes. And even those hallucinations you've come through. Your vacation at Point Lookout is the most interesting part of your tale, I have to admit. Since that Enclave saga is a repetition of a tale another of Bob's friends had to pass through.
(@Lisa) Hastur: Well... Thank you all. ~an idea makes his face brighten~ I guess I'll show you what did I regain as my thanks, yes!
Hastur draws a Yellow Sign
◊ on a clean sheet of paper and shows it to the bartender. Both barkeep's and Hastur's eyes begin glowing bright yellow, as well as the sign.
Hastur: By the right of my noble line I order you to serve us two beers and a bottle of red wine. ... Make it five bottles, actually.
edited 3rd Aug '16 1:44:37 AM by TheRiddleOfCards

(@Auron) Hastur: ~pockets shards as well~ Nah. I'm pretty sure that's the only aberrant stray example, I didn't cut off anything else. Though my kinda direct superior who has sent me here in the first place, Crawling Chaos Nyarlathotep, is a major bastard who loves messing with others for the sake of it. So, well, dunno what he could've done without me knowing. But I don't sense anything now.
With that, he departs towards the Middle of Nowhere.