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[mordredeschain]

*Mordred has discovered the Sign and has a question to ask.* Have ya ever had the sort o' day where ya wished the universe would just end already? If so, how did ya deal with it?

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[mordredeschain]

Say true, say thankya. I’m just not used ta such, ya kennit?

I don’t suppose you would like ta see the spider, would ya?

[museicalmarty]

"I can bet," Marty says with a sympathetic nod.

He blinks at the offer. "Um. . .great, now you've got me curious," he admits with a chuckle, rubbing the back of his head. "Okay, yeah, sure." He's read some Stephen King before. He thinks he can take it.

[mordredeschain]

*There's a flash of Red light, leaving skin as dark as night in its wake. Long spider legs burst from his sides. His face slides back, revealing that of a spider. In a couple of seconds a monstrous thing sits where Mordred was--and bows.* (Tada.)

[museicalmarty]

. . .Okay. Okay then. Reminds him rather unpleasantly of how things were never what they seemed in Faerie, but he's not running away screaming, and that's the important thing. "Wow."

[mordredeschain]

*He shifts back with another Red flash and smiles.* 'Wow' is about right, aye. I'm used ta it, mind thee, but havin' eight long legs an' strong is still quite pleasant.

[museicalmarty]

"Yeah, I bet," Marty agrees, rubbing the back of his head. "I'm kinda stuck with small and squishy. Though it's what I'm used to, so. . ." Even if being a spider has advantages, he likes being human. (Though he won't say no to walking on walls, as his interest in the output of a certain vending machine in the past proved.)

[mordredeschain]

Bein’ what you’re used ta has its advantages, aye.

[museicalmarty]

"Yeah. . .on that subject, it happens a lot less these days, but this place has some magical stuff called 'LOLs' that pop up from time to time. A lot of them change you in some way -- there's been a camera that can make you younger, older, or invisible, and sodas that can let you walk on walls or turn you into a robot. They're mostly harmless, and some of them are cool -- like the wall-walking soda -- but if you don't like that sort of thing, keep an eye out for random objects or food just lying around."

[mordredeschain]

I tend ta be suspicious o' most things, sai. Survival trait, ya kennit? So I'm not apt ta play with random things.

[museicalmarty]

"Yeah, okay, fair enough," Marty says, smiling a little. "Just letting you know just in case. Sometimes it isn't obvious -- I've heard a story or two about the place getting gassed with something that makes you see your worst fear. Never happened while we've been coming, thank God, but still."

[mordredeschain]

I'm not afraid o' much, sai. What I do fear's not the sort o' thing ya can see, either. How does one hallucinate a-lack-of-food, say, or never-findin'-friends?

[museicalmarty]

"Yeah, I bet you aren't," Marty says, thinking about the spider form. "And -- well, I dunno. Being skeletally skinny? Locked in a dark room all alone?" He shrugs. "Like I said, never happened while I've been coming, and hopefully it never will. I don't think I want to see this place get creative with worst fears." Not when he still has nightmares of Arcadia years on.

[mordredeschain]

Anyone as tries such a thing on me will get bitten. *Mordred licks his lips at the mere thought.* I know there be folken as would try it, and I know that folken as do try it will have their eyes plucked out an' their tongues ripped free.

*For a moment his gaze flicks around the other's face. Then he forces himself to look away with a wince.* Cry thy pardon if I frighten ya, sai. It's just that ya look good enough ta eat . . .

[museicalmarty]

Marty's about to comment that he's pretty sure a guy who tries to gas the Nexus in general will probably not be around when it happens (gassing Mordred personally is of course a different matter) when Mordred comes out with that, and. . . That's really not something you say if you want the person you're talking to to stick around. He stares silently for a moment, then manages to reply, "Yeah, well, try it and you're probably gonna be on the receiving end of a lightning bolt. I mention my uncle can control the weather?"

[mordredeschain]

I wouldn't, sai. It's just that I be thinkin' about food now, ya ken? So my thoughts latch on ta the nearest meat in sight. Not my fault that be you.

Poor mad Mordred's always hungry, always a-hungry big . . . stupid bedamned appetites. *He looks a bit sad.* Don't run away, please an' thankya, if only because me first instinct's ta chase.

[museicalmarty]

Marty relaxes some as Mordred explains. "Yeah, okay -- sorry, didn't think about it like that. I think I'm too used to meeting humans -- or robots -- over here in the Nexus these days. Don't have a lot of practice with, uh, other species." He doesn't think his time in Arcadia counts when it comes to demon-spider-people. At least, not the ones who are actually making an effort to be friendly.

After a short pause, he adds, "Never actually introduced myself, did I? Name's Marty -- Marty McFly."

[mordredeschain]

May your days be long upon the earth, Marty. I be Mordred Deschain of many titles, none o' which are apt ta mean much ta thee, so I think I'll skip them.

[museicalmarty]

Marty snorts. "Yeah, probably for the best. I've read some Stephen King, but I don't think I know the story you're -- uh, 'from' doesn't seem like the right word. . .story you inspired, maybe?" He shrugs. "At any rate, nice to meet you."

[mordredeschain]

Praps you shall, one day.

[museicalmarty]

"Read the story? If I can find it, sure. Nothing but time where me and my family live -- it's a quiet place, and none of us need a job, so. . ."

[mordredeschain]

Look in the library, praps? I believe the name o' the tale be The Dark Tower, an' I be in the last book alone. My life was not, after all, so very long.

[museicalmarty]

"Good idea," Marty nods. "Though I'll probably have to start from book one if I want to understand it all."

[mordredeschain]

Aye, but these be Stephen King books. They be long.

[museicalmarty]

"Like I said, I've got the time -- though maybe I'll go through the Cliff Notes version first," Marty admits, rubbing the back of his head. "We talking The Stand long? Dave tried reading that -- told me it was almost a thousand freakin' pages."

[mordredeschain]

A few of them are about that long, aye.

I met the main villain o' The Stand once, you know. *He grins for a moment, and it is monstrous.* He was quite delicious.