(@Igno) Pickman: Uh, ain't drinking since the accident with the fully grown yew tree.
(@Dash) Pickman: Follow me.
~There's a greenish-yellow teleportation circle in Jeff's room amidst which stands a child clutching a weird staff
◊. He looks very lost, while the staff snarls and looks around with interest.~
(@Dash;Igno) The Kid: Um... I am sorry. But who are you?
(@The Kid) The Staff: Don't you see, dumbass? They are natives who think they can help you.
(@Igno) The Staff: Eh, shut your yap. This one needs a leash to live his life, else he gets lost, quivering in the corner.
(@Igno) The Kid: Um, sorry for this thing and its harsh behavior. ~gets flustered~ It likes spouting ugly words. And... nice to meet you. My name's Pinocchio.
edited 24th Jun '17 2:32:15 PM by TheRiddleOfCards
-Hadfield Orbital Control is certainly paying attention to Serenity, the biggest thing on its monitors-
-Dirtside, Dash waves to the kid-
Dash: So it's a kid and a talking asshole staff. There's a problem?
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."(@Igno) Pinocchio: Well... Made a wish to appear somewhere else. Got tired of my world.
(@Igno) The Staff: He puts it the way so it sounds like he grew bored, but in truth he was too weak for it. Incapable of using me to proceed.
~Jeff meanwhile looks as befuddled as Dash~
(@Dash) Pickman: ... Seems so. Sorry for the wrong call, seen a shade of a creepy kid, heard a voice, well... You know how it usually turns out.

Jeffrey looks around in a hurry, trying to find any Kerberos operative. Tips of his hair are charred and he smells of sulfur and coal.