Bent Out of Shape

[Miriam Bell]

"Alright, then let's see something that's... at least somewhat sophisticated. You know, polite society, not immediately suspicious of random strangers. I don't really know what kind of possibilities we're talking. Was that one we stepped into a Ren Fair or actual medieval world? Just... somewhere you could wear a dress without regretting it immediately."

[Will Stanton]

The Cyclops nodded, listening, as he ducked under a low doorway into some kind of tavern-y thing, maybe a quarter full of both Stantony-Wills and Wyldclay-Wylls drinking, watching TV, playing cards, and so forth.

The Cylclops walked their way over to a bulletin board on the back wall, blank. "Well, if you want to end-around the Paragons, this is the place to ask for that sort of thing," he said, squinting at an index card and picking up a pencil too small for his hands. "Poooolite....not suuusssspicious....." he began writing, taking his time. "...how are we spelling sophisticated?"

[Miriam Bell]

"Oh just give me that." she says, plucking the pencil from the cyclops' hand and going to write it down herself.

"So this is what, the shady backrooms? How does that even work if you're all Will and presumably share information. Do you just... not put it in the newspaper and keep secrets from yourself?" she asks as she glances over the bulletin board.

[Will Stanton]

"Oh, nothing shady about it. This is just a place where different aspects of us can hang out and bounce off one another. You never know what kind of weird combinations kind of work together," the Cyclops said. "Gotta try new things to know what you hate.

Paragons don't get down here 'cause they're busy running the show. Us Aspects, though? When we're not out and about, this is a decent place to hang out. And unless they're gonna sent the rozzers down here to bust some heads, we'll be fine. We are all bits of Will, at the end of the day."

[Miriam Bell]

"And this is where you put up requests? Or is it more of a general bulletin board?"

[Will Stanton]

"Oh, it's a general board for all sorts of things. Requests usually -- quests, I like to think of them as," the cyclops said. "If you can't be arsed to go tracking something down yourself, it's a way to see what's out there through the grapevine. Offer a reward, see who turns up, that sort of thing."

[Miriam Bell]

"The word of mouth Will-Net. Well, let's see what you can dig up and then I'll be back one I've slept off the rest of these cocktails."

[Will Stanton]

"We'll holler if anything particularly juicy comes up, I'm sure," the cyclops nodded. "You need help finding your way out?"

[Miriam Bell]

"I think I got it, thanks. And thanks for going outside your comfort zone there, Towel Will. Mind tagging along a little longer to the exit?"

[Will Stanton]

"Um. OK, I guess. If you really need me to..."