Slime Salad

Cece stops to refill her waterskin and get some water first, though seeing Ms. Kari and finding out about the audition is right afterwards on the list of priority. Maybe she can do both in the same place? "A group to study ees a good idea!" and she genuinely seems excited to have help as s...

"Unlucky Thrush... okay.." Cece repeats, unable to take her eyes off Mr. Jangley as he walks off. Oh hell, the others are almost all gone.. and none of us died! "'ey wait up! Thees does call for dreenks!" Maybe if everyone gets drunk enough they'll forget the unfortunate moniker...

Holy crap, I had thought Mr. Jangley might be some kind of puppetmaster, but I hadn't expected that!

"Mondieu! Look at eet go!" Cece watches the tent fold up in absolute astonishment, having never seen anything like that in all her life. She's totally forgotten about 5 gp a day, about the corrupt nobles, the plight of the homeless and the two hundred people who died. Cece has to know jus...

"'ooray! We deed eet!" Cece goes back by the entrance they came in from and waits to make sure everyone's getting out okay. She's smiling, but in her eyes she's clearly worried too. If they hadn't been puppets, would things have gone so well?

Cece goes to the left side to help those confused people out. "They 'ave taken too much of the smoke! Thees way! Come on! We weel geet you out of 'ere!" Someone had said they weren't real.. and they hadn't felt real. But here they are, swaying through the smoke and the flames.. a shiver go...

"I 'ope een a real fire no one weel deesappear so easily.." Cece wonders, worry starting to creep into her voice. This place is kind of spooky, even if they are just puppets. The incessant gonging and even the beautiful violin is not making it any less spooky. She'll refill her waterskin ...

Cece stops running long enough to get out her arcane focus and hold it up to her left eye. She then points towards the wires and draws a line with her finger. The image of a distinctive pink pole, about five feet in length, appears in the air and hangs there, pointing towards the wires. "These ...

For that matter, what's the situation on the mundane buckets? Does Petrol still have all 3 of them or did he set two of 'em down at some point?

Once Cece has the body far enough away from the fire to be safe, she's going to quit dragging him and follow Petrol's lead. His tactics are working, hers aren't. "Sorry! 'old on! I weel no leave you 'ere!"

She wears an expression of relief... running feels a lot more useful than dragging.

"Mondieu! 'e 'as started to caramelize!". Adrenaline rushes through Cece's veins as she keeps dragging the sweet sticky man down the stairs, really hoping that her lack of strength isn't going to get anybody killed.

"Two over here!" Cece shouts, hopefully loud enough that the others can hear over the infernal gonging. What to do, what to do... the sorceress begins chanting softly and twirling her right hand before making a tight fist and yelling "OUT!" towards the fire at the top of the sta...

Cece chooses the right staircase and moves as quickly as she can looking for people. "'ello! Ees there anyone in 'ere?! 'oller eef you need 'elp!"

"Eight persons eenside?! There ees no time to waste! Feel the buckets!" the half-elf woman yells, heart beating out of her chest. Checking her helmet and cloak, she follows Rasvim.

Cece follows, remarking as she does, "Mondieu, eet ees so exciteeng!"