Hastur is still bumping around in his King In Yellow form. He's sitting on a bench and is avidly drawing something. As blots of yellow paint drop on his clothes, they're promptly sucked into them and then excreted as yellow dust via skin pores.
No Name is at home, holding a flat bubble-wrapped package which just might be a picture or a mirror. He's looking at the wall, guessing where to hang it so it would fit.
Cthylla is obviously bored. In search of pastime she has went to the local cinema and is browsing movie runs for today.
Quartz: -smiles a bit before pausing, looking down at himself-
May get cloth of better myself; creation of mine is more of function than flattering >.>;
-Meanwhile, out there in Terminus-
-Have a certain dude in a wheelchair wandering around the town-
edited 2nd Oct '16 9:11:59 AM by FokiasTheJester
(@Vincent) Hastur: Nice to meet you. ~the handshake is, as usual, much harder in the way that the hand is five times heavier than one would expect from a youth~ Hope you don't make a secret out of what you're waiting for?
(@Hathor) No Name: Hm. Take a look.
No Name unwraps it, unveiling the drawing on the canvas
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Lisa: Heh, thanks! I think it's a little more fitting for me.