Stowaway, 110

“Okay,” said Pax, rubbing his head. “So what have we learned?”

We’ve learned that sweet tasting drinks are evil and we shouldn’t have twenty of them in one night, Nate said, making Pax nod so Pax would know he was correct.

Pax made him stop nodding, because that made his headache worse. “Yes,” he agreed. “We did learn that.” He’d never had twenty drinks in one night before and it had turned out to be an experiment not worth repeating. “We also learned not to make group decisions about body modification unless one of us is sober.”

Right, Nate agreed. Might have been good to have put more than ten minutes of thought into it, too.

“Yeah,” Pax agreed, looking at the flared lizard that was tattooed around his upper right arm in Bevian style. “I like him, though.”

Stowaway, 106

“If you ask me,” said Pax, whom nobody had asked, “the Clan of Kozna’s plan had too many steps, was unnecessarily complicated and was poorly explained overall.”

“Since we’re still here to talk about it,” Jacob said, cleaning one of his knives. “I guess so.”

“I know so.” Pax did know. “Why did they summon their god in the tower using a sacrifice ritual that was powered by deaths occurring in the harbour? Why was there a second ritual to bind the god to this world, which was taking place underneath a church a half kilometre away from both those places? All of these different rituals could easily have been one ritual that took place in one place.”

“Maybe they thought splitting it up would make it harder for people to stop?” Cyrus asked. He’d been writing something for a few minutes, which Pax supposed was probably a letter to Klaus. This seemed wholly unnecessary since Klaus was doubtless present in Narwhal Junction, being that he was omnipresent and Narwhal Junction was included in the realm of omni, which was the name of a large jellyfish that had long ago consumed the world, including its northernmost continent.

Stowaway, 105

There were rather a lot of people fleeing the vicinity of the tower, which was probably because clouds were swirling above it and also it was glowing a little bit, which in Pax’s personal experience, towers didn’t usually do unless something was rather impressively wrong.

The tower was glowing blue, which created a striking and unique visual against the orange sky. Pax considered it for a moment. “So,” he said. “We know the torture cult is headquartered here. We also know the spell circle that was transcribed as a number puzzle on an abandoned Enjoni ship is carved on the ceiling of a secret sex room behind the governor’s office. We know the torture cult is trying to summon their evil torture god. And we know the general rules of reality, such as the sky being blue and towers not glowing blue, are not currently functioning in the area around this tower. What can we surmise from this?”

That the cult is using the tower to cast its evil torture god summoning spell? Nate asked.

Going Legit

Darwin fiddled with his phone, tapping open a game, then closing it, then a messaging app, then closing it, then his cash app, then closing it.

He lay back on his couch, looking up at the ceiling. He should move. He’d lived in this apartment for two years. That was a long time to stay in one place, and there was nothing keeping him here. In the city, sure. Most of the kids lived here. But in this neighbourhood?

Maybe if he moved somewhere else he’d gain some better prospects, as if the internet didn’t make that a pointless correlation. Maybe if he changed his name again, the person he’d become would find the opportunity he couldn’t.

Dragon, 103

Owen was bent over, hands flat on the floor, looking out into the long hall of Stag Keep as Sir Edwin fucked him from the main chair that he refused to let anyone call a throne. It was a bit uncomfortable, but the view was good and Edwin had wanted to fuck Owen on his throne, so Owen had put his ass where it was needed.

All around the hall and in the rest of the keep, people were fucking in various shapes and sizes. Edwin’s second knighthood ritual had gotten off to a great start and was going strong a little while later. Owen had a feeling they’d be up all night.

“We definitely have to do this more often,” Edwin panted, slapping into Owen’s ass hard, his breathing loud even over all the noise in the hall. “You look good like that.”

“Uh-huh,” Owen agreed, feeling Edwin’s cock inside him, how hard it was. It was a good feeling, a good thing to focus on. He tried to relax his back so he didn’t pull anything, letting Edwin take care of him and watching Gavin and Ray fuck on one of the couches that had been brought down into the hall.