Reply To: Cakletown and the Lone Chancers of Custard

Bea had finished taking notes for her last client’s reallocation.

Nowadays, she wouldn’t release the cackle at each and every time.
It was too time consuming to realign her wits after it shuffled reality, and it was actually more effective to do many changes at once.
That much she’d learned. It was like giving dog food to a pack. Much better to give all at once to the hungry dogs, rather than try to organise the melee.

She was about to call for the next client, when the walls of her kitchen trembled.

The next minute, she was in a labyrinth, dark and comfortable, with a musky smell, and soft sounds of coconuts thumps on a beach faintly in the distance.

A looming silhouette was here in the dark.

“Hello Bea” it said “welcome to my hut, I am the techromancer.”