Two days at his private retreat in the Geode has rejuvenated Mal somewhat from the hectic "Werwirrung's Eve" Festival. He was still a bit tired, but had not forgotten his commitment to "arbitrate" the unusual debate between two Popes claiming to be the same person.. He spoke into the air...
"Activate Comms. Target(s): Turkey.Curse, Fifth.of.Discord. Message begins. Gentlemen. I will arrive at the Kiva in two hour's time. Let us resume. End message."
Time to put on some clothes again. Let's see.. blue with dolpins, I think. shorts, Huarache's. He whistled.
A school of Scrubbies appeared almost instantly, latching on to him with their small but strong mouth tentacles, and they began the journey "upwards" towards the Observation Platform, back to gravity, and thence to the Skyhook cars and a waiting shuttle at Shasta.