Once Jack accepted the terms, the gods of Order and Chaos snap their fingers and the chess board returns. Jack is now a black Rook. The god of Order says, "There will be an important item waiting for you in the next world. Use your imagination to maximize your power in Order magic - if the principle of Order can be applied in some way in order to obtain desired results, try it - you just might create a new kind of spell by your efforts.  From the contents of your mind, I suggest you go here next." He says pointing to a spot in a holographic map of Toonland that the helmet is now projecting. "It's deep into absurd territory, midway toward wacky, moderately surreal and it's very loose. It often becomes a hotspot for Versers when they're here due to the availability of skills such as learning how to reach into hammerspace, forgetting about gravity, becoming a rocket, summoning anvils, and other such fun."

If Jack chooses to go there, he can work on learning anything that a character in "Silly Symphonies", "Animaniacs", "Loony Tunes", or the Hanna Barbara universe can do. Each of these would be considered Cartoon Magic.

“An important item? The thing that Magehammer was making and was supposed to give me before he disappeared, by chance?” Jack asks.

The principles of applying his imagination to Order magic of course earn a nod. He doesn’t lack for imagination, the only thing that might hold him back anywhere is going to be the worry that he’d rip everyone in half again or teleport them all to a big brick warehouse. Since apparently using magic in the wrong place at the wrong time would result in some catastrophic stuff happening.

One doesn’t become a supreme wizard in every aspect of magic by skipping over one or more types of magic, so when he’s told to go and visit part of Toon Land, he nods his head and gives a mental wave of goodbye. “See you guys around!” he calls out as he takes off, teleporting away and then flying off with his dragon wings when they return. Headed toward the suggested portion of this universe.

Stella would suggest trying to learn how to access hammer space as it is the most likely to work in other worlds. As extra dementional spaces exist by several laws.

"The very same. To clarify, the next world you verse into."



When Jack thinks this, the voice of Scord pipes up from one of the chess pieces attached to Jack's Rook, "Yeah... That was partly my fault. When you banished the evil Jack, I was pissed off that a Verser was tormenting my people using magics beyond my ability to affect, so I was adding extra power to everything you did to stop him. I just didn't quite calculate the right amount of power to add to your banishing spell. As for tearing people in half, that seems to have been part of the weird rules of that particular bubble-verse. But spells can go catastrophically wrong just like Magehammer said. A good rule of thumb is, if it's easy, it's safe. If it's hard, be careful."


When Jack arrives, the first thing he notices is a large bubble containing the area. A ridiculously large sign reads, "Loony Crossovers". Toons are passing through the bubble without any trouble, so Jack passes the bubble as well. The moment he is through the barrier, he is met by the scriff vectors of countless other Versers. There are hundreds of them here mixing with the local toons. Some live action Versers are mingling with toons and toon Versers. The Versers are all coming and going from a smaller bubble in the middle of Crossover.

"Jack!" A young voice in the crowd yells out, "Hey, buddy, over here!" The voice is coming from a live-action boy about 10 years old standing right next to a tent with a sign out front reading, "Bags of Hammerspace".

Jack glances down at himself when he ‘arrives’ out of the chess set, to figure out where Scord and the others were speaking from. Does he have accessories on his armor he hadn’t noticed, or was it a metaphorical attachment? “Uh, Mr. Scord, can you still talk?” he asks.

Flying into the Loony Crossovers bubble, he lands and is about to start playing with the physics of how things work here when one of the locals calls out to him by name. Of course, apparently his face is just a thing people recognize. He’ll need to get used to that.

Walking over to the boy, he waves politely and says, “Hey there, buddy. I’m Jack, I’m new at this, so I don’t know who you are, but don’t take it personally, I barely know who I am!” this said with a smile in the spirit of the loony verse. His (dragon?) arms shrugging to either side.

The form of two humans coalesce in front of him coming from two streams of particles that flow from the stone in Cagedeath.

A feminine voice says, "Consider us to be part of the background. We represent the two forms of magic that were present in the first universe that you versed into."

A masculine voice adds, "We both have our own tasks to accomplish, but we will be present with you anytime you decide to learn are representative magics. Now that the god of order sent us a power boost, it would be possible for you to learn these magics now. My wife, Een, and I are both present enough throughout your body to allow you to use our forms of magic. Before we became avatars of these magics, they could both be used for any purposes, however now that our awareness guides them, we won't allow them for uses we deem unacceptable."

Een says, "Even so, you'll have to wait until you enter into a different universe, because neither of our magics are strong enough to do much in this universe. Both require an actual physical world to work within."


"Right... Oh I see. This must be the first time that you meet me. Not the first time I've met you though. I'm Elliot. You and I go way back. For me, we first met about a century ago, back in my first time in the Verse. I will be forever grateful to you for what you did for me... that is, what you will do in your future. No spoilers though, it could really mess things up.

"Anyway, what are you up to? Anything I can help you with? Also, why are you in your Order Dragon form right now?"

Elliott has a deep scar over his left eye, and a cartoon eye in the socket.

Looking at the two that materialize out of his sword, he nods a little. Apparently he’s now the place where all the other Versers are hanging out? Okay! He can handle that. It’s also interesting that the magic from his homeworld was “their” magic? How curious.

 “Uh, this is just how I look when I’m here, I guess? I don’t know how to change it, maybe I could, but I don’t think I’d change myself fundamentally? Like I could put an illusion over it, but I hadn’t yet,” Jack answers Elliot. “Anyway, nice to meet you Elliot. Are you selling these bags?” he asks, indicating the hammerspace bags.

He still isn’t entirely sure what hammerspace is, on a fundamental level, but he’s here to learn.

"Interesting, which one of you two is the time traveler then?"

No, sorry, Scord's voice spoke into Jack's mind, I don't mean to intrude on your thoughts, but my magic is not from your homeworld. I was 'improving' your homeworld's magic when you were in my world. I say my world, because I'm the one who created it, or at least, my variant and I both created that world to write stories about. My variant created the world that Emperor Jack versed into, the world that Stella, Magus, Verimagus (which is a subtype of Magus), and Balur all came from. I became a Verser after running a game with Stella as one of the player characters. I versed into the world after I had already gained a great deal of abilities, and I was a kind of Mary-Sue for my non-verser variant who was the game's GM in a different universe. A bunch of us tried to convince the GM to give us a miraculous ending. The way things went was a little unexpected, and I'm pretty sure a few plots were abandoned, but in the end, one of the results was that I became the awareness of Magus and my wife Een (who was also a Verser) became the awareness of Balur. Sorry to ramble, I'll be silent again now.


He laughs like Jack just told the greatest joke. "...Oh, you don't know how to change yet! Here, I'll show you." Elliot takes a few minutes and teaches Jack how to change form from a cartoon to a real person and back when the laws of the local universe permit it. One benefit is the ability to create his own toon form by drawing it, and holding its image in his mind while he meditates. The meditation takes Elliot less than a second to become an animated human-sized squirrel, then a tiny flying elephant with ears for wings, and back to human with a toon eye. The meditation takes Jack about 5 minutes, but it was his first try. It is also the same skill that he taught himself when he drew the ball that became a toon ball. ((I wonder if he used his learn magic spell at the same time, though...))


"That depends, what are you willing to trade for? I could use an Order iron nail... HA! Just pulling your leg. For you, Jack, you can have your choice on me!

"All Hammerspace Bags come with an infinitely stretchable opening, limited only by the availability of toon magic, and made easier by the user's skill with Hammerspace, but never less than 3.14 meter in circumference. In a variety of styles, I've got some that are woven from hand-drawn silk for the total toon look, a few interwoven from totally real to totally toon to hide in plain sight, a backpack, and" he pauses dramatically, "my personal recommendation, for the Verser who just needs to always be able to access all of their stuff, and do so in style, the Tardis. Not an actual TARDIS. The Tardis comes backed up with all of the following forms of extradimensional storage strategies in order to virtually guarantee access in almost all Verses:

• toon magic hammerspace,
• dice magic bag of holding,
• physics hyperspacial manipulation,
• Unimagus portalspace sphere,
• Balur void crystal portalspace sphere,
• psychic pocket dimension retrieval,
• dreamspace,
• non-degrading starfleet transporter beam buffer,
• digital quantum-lock access,
• and about a dozen more I can't remember right now.

"I only have 3 of them right now, but I'm working on their production through some fellow Versers, so I'll have more in the future. The Tardis is also customizable in internal and external appearance, so, yes, you can have the 10th Doctor's or the War Doctor's desktop background."

Being an Order Mage, Jack also automatically hears this Order translation: "...my personal recommendation for you is this one called Tardis. It should work almost anywhere and uses many different technologies and magics to ensure that it should work almost anywhere. It's really expensive and I'll have to pay some people out of pocket for giving it to you, but I want you to have it. Also you can make it look like whatever you want, so it's really cool, please pick this one."


Elliot laughs jovially, "Stella, you're too funny! Versers don't always meet in chronological order. Sometimes you'll Verse into a universe 100 years from its collapse and then later you'll verse into that same universe billions of years earlier. Sometimes you'll meet a Verser for the first time who's seen you 1000 times before, and other times someone you've seen hundreds of times hasn't met you yet. Or if you both meet for the first time, your next meeting might be their 40,000,000th meeting with you. Time means nothing in the Verse. Our stall neighbor to the right has never seen Hubworld yet, even though he had a long-term store there for hundreds of years. Our stall neighbor to the left spent hundreds of lifetimes in Hubworld after she and the one to our right had both spent over 100 verses consecutively together. The Verse is vast and time means nothing. In a sense, all Versers are time-travelers, even though that's not really what we do."
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In response to scorns talk "And the fact he says stuff like that some times is why I bring up the possibility of pataphysics aswell...... especially when he starts talking to people's 'players' instead of them."

EDIT (Yes, say hi to Scord... the guy who don't know what the fourth wall is.)
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To Scord: I don’t know what a lot of those words mean, but I think I get the gist, and I’ll do my best to suppress my instinct to assume that you’re just making all of this up.

When he is shown how to change forms, he takes a minute to get a hang of it and tries to change his size rather than shape first. With effort, he first makes himself a dragon the size of a skyscraper just to see if he can though his arms are laughably small, and then shrinks back. Focusing again, he becomes “himself” with a big nose and has to adjust it by pushing on it with his hand.

“Better!”

Listening about the bags, he wonders if an Order nail is actually worth something. He’d have to make a bunch of them! “Okay sir!”

The bags do sound very useful. “So that means I can use all of those things no matter where I end up? That is pretty useful, I’ll definitely need Stella to teach me how to use Unimagus then,” he says with a big grin, happy for more magic to learn.

Hearing about how time functions, he nods. “Stella: Mr. Magehammer explained that too, about how I’d get help from people who’d I’d helped in their past. That it’s what we do when we have time. So it's all relative, right? Nobody is going backward and forward in time, time is just a big mess of spaghetti and Verses just randomly jump in and out of the noodles. Though to be honest, I'm wondering if there isn't a membrane that surrounds us, instead of this 'scriff' or if scriff could be described as a membrane, and the membrane makes us a universe ourselves. I've  been trying to come up with a way to describe it that clicks for me.”

Back on topic!

“I’ll take a Tardis bag, please.”
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*Roll*
*Advance skill*

*roll*

*Roll*
In fact, a number of local businesses advertise accepting various standard forms of currency, including Order Iron nails (which Jack is experienced in making thanks to being trained in blacksmithing). It seems most currencies are directly convertible into work or power of some kind. Jack was taught by Mr Magehammer that order nails changed the attributes of whatever they were hammered into. When asked how, he just said "Orderly".


"Not quite. You'll have access to your items through whichever of these means best provides you with your stuff. In a toon universe, your hammerspace bag, in a starship, the transporter, etc. Make sense? Inside the Tardis, you can use it all. ((All magics and skills are easier to learn in the Tardis than an average world, but specialized worlds often make leveling up easier.))

"The Unimagus portal space will work even if you can't manipulate it with your own magic skill, you'll still be able to use the onboard dashboard to customize it inside and out as much as possible. Default settings place all your stuff in the same interior space, but you can modify it as you like."



"It's all yours, big buddy!

"Hey, if you've got that blacksmithing skill yet, and you'd like to setup shop, a stall just opened up nearby! If you'd like a look around, I can show you what's available."

Some time later, after the tour and Jack's decision about the store, they decide to have a meal, Elliott's treat, in a quiet yet popular restaurant. Called the Restaurant at the End of the Multiverse, one of the rooms is the famous Restaurant at the End of the Universe with Zappod Beetlejuice. It's quiet because every new reservation can choose exactly how many people they want to share how much space with, and be accommodated in numerous variations across the multiverse. It's popular beyond this convenience because at the pinnacle of the evening's ethically sourced meal, the nights entertainment is crowned by front-row seats to a magnificent display of an assortment of last-moments of universes throughout the multiverse, specially selected for unique experiences with every visit.

Elliott asks Jack to stop by his store that night at a certain time to walk there.
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“Yes, it makes sense now. I was wondering what a bag of dice holding would do, and why I’d need dice, but now I understand. There’s some universe out there where a dice of bag holding is the ideal form for a bag to hold my things as an extra-dimensional space,” Jack confirms his understanding.

The way that the bag will work makes him finally understand. It’s just a bag that works as a bag everywhere, not a bag with a bunch of useful tricks. When he hears that he can learn magic even faster in the Tardis, he makes a note to try that. He could learn everything! All the magic! Taking the bag, he juggles it in his hands a bit and then attaches it to his belt. He’d have preferred to put it into a jacket, but he lost his jacket to Emperor Jack.

“Sure!” he agrees and goes over to check out the stall. He will quickly agree to working as a blacksmith as it gives him experience at smithing, and will also let him get himself a new jacket. Maybe he could also trade for some training in various types of magic. In his Tardis.

After he has decided to open the store, later, he goes with Elliott to the Restaurant at the End of the Multiverse and looks around at all of the diners like a tourist gawking at a tourist attraction. It’s good he doesn’t have a camera, or he’d be snapping pictures of anyone that looks interesting.

Joining Elliott at the table, he watches the various universal endings and says, “They’re all quite spectacular in their own way, aren’t they? I wonder if I was there for any of them.” A smile on his face as he considers the future.

Elliot responds, "Well, specifically it's the magic we call Dice Magic because it tends to follow a certain set of roll-of-the-dice rules. From what you've told me over the years, it's the magic from your home world. You might know it simply as a bag of holding."


A holographic projection appears before Jack and says, "Greetings, how would you like for me to refer to you, owner of the Tardis? I am your onboard features guide and control station. Tell me how you'd like the interior or exterior of your bag formatted, and I'll make it happen. From a hat you can wear, to a shield of entrapment, you pick the design and I comply."

Elliot explains, "It's a self-evolving AI butler for the bag!"



Pete the landlord looks like Pete from Steamboat Willie. He says, "Do what you want, rent is due in 30 days. If you're gone, the location is forfeit. But I'll do you one favor. Don't buy an anvil, learn how to summon them. Place your thumb on this pad, and wherever you end up, I'll come to collect rent."

After that is settled, Pete says, "I could use an Order nail if you have the skill to make them. I'll teach you the cartoon magic anvil summoning skill in exchange for the next Order nail you make."



Pete would accept going in there to train you, even though he laughs and under his breath comments about it being creepy in a funny way.



When he goes to pick up Elliott, a shortish 25 year old live-action woman answers the door and beams up at Jack. She is sporting a deep but beauty-accentuating scar over hey left eye, which is a stunning sparkly cartoon eye. "Alright! Let's party, bud!" As gorgeous as she is, she feels like a bro, and around her, Jack feels a sense of commeradery and platonic friendship. It's almost like an Aura of Friendzone. "It's me, Elliott!" She stated.

Elliott booked a table where they could gawk at a great variety of aliens and creatures but still carry on private conversation. Every species imaginable, and some that break the mind if you stare too long are present. Giants of epic proportions done in miles-distant mountain sized tables. Aquatic dwelling creatures watched from room-sized aquariums. A few pixilated digital creatures ate pixel-flowers. Other meals included meats from Sentient-satisfied-sacrifice-suicide-swine, a variety of fruit from conscious-loving-fruit-trees and multiple offerings from various plants and animals who knowingly and willingly gave their plenty as part of a reciprocal relationship with the restaurant.

When he attached the holocube to his helmet, it came with a 3D camera app.


Jack recognizes one in the interior of a warehouse.

“Oh, you can change your shape? How durable are you?” Jack asks the hologram, he actually recognizes this thing because Mr. Magehammer had one, and he’d asked about it, or he’d have assumed it was an illusion. Perhaps in some universes, it would be an illusion. “A nice proper wizard hat would do me fine, thank you.”

With his floppy wizard hat on now, he agrees to the deal for the stall. Making a nail in exchange for the stall rental and learning how to summon an anvil. He’ll also need to summon a hammer, but given that it’s called hammer space, he trusts that won’t be too difficult.

Proceeding into his hat, he waits for Pete and learns the business of summoning anvils and a hammer.

  “You’re too pretty now, Elliott, I’ve been living with Mr. Magehammer for thirty years without seeing a woman that wasn’t a toon,” he points out, feeling rather awkward to be talking to a girl for the first time since he was a teenager, and to be honest, he was never a very suave teenager to begin with.

When he remembers the cube’s camera, he uses it to get a few interesting pictures of things which catch his interest.

“Hey Elliott, see that one, I made that one, I think. I made it when I banished everyone with my name from one universe, there. Then I made everyone rip in half and it ended, by trying to time travel. That was my first verse and a uh, half,” he says with a smirk at the pun.

Whispers quietly "Maybe you shouldn't share how you acidently did a genocide to everyone even if it want your fault not everyone will be so understanding." Had considered seeing if she could do the plant golem compass thing and be a cute little bunny in Jake's pocket but he may be trying to hit on someone and dont want to get in the way.
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"Yes, I can accommodate any any simple shape like an item of clothing, or if you have one, I can convert the interior of any object you own into the inside of the bag. The Tardis is more durable than it should be, but using it as a shield risks damaging the mechanisms and causing your stuff to fly out across the universe if the bag explodes from damage."


Pete comes into the hat and becomes a dog/bear-like furry creature and bellows, "HA! You want to learn cartoon magic inside this space?! Come-on, I'll wait outside to teach you cartoon magic in a cartoon world." ((Specialized magic is easier to learn in places especially suited for it - and I already rolled and don't want to have to re-roll with fewer dice for you))
*roll, advance quick learning & obtain skill: 3/3 Summon Object from Hammerspace*

Pete says, "So here's what you gotta do for summoning an anvil from hammerspace - look at something that needs a good smashing, draw a big "X" on the ground below it, then stand back and wait confidently, believing with all your might that an anvil will fall out of the sky and smash it. That's not the only way, but it's my favorite. The more steps you put in, the more likely it will be to happen. It's the same principle for summoning any item from hammerspace. It's just; don't expect anything you wouldn't expect to see in a wacky cartoon. All you gotta do is confidently reach somewhere out of sight or prepare to receive the object you want from someplace out of sight, and it'll oblige. You'll get a cartoon version of that item. It works better when you try to get it from a place that's already a cartoon."

*roll for anvil & advance Summon Object from Hammerspace*
Pete suggests smashing a tall and thin grey cartoon bunny passing by, but the bunny says, "Oh, go pick on a big-eared mouse, doc," and wanders off.

Whatever Jack decides to drop an anvil on, when the anvil falls, it isn't a cartoon, it is solid real iron.

Pete looks amazed for a split second, before scoffing and saying, "Beginner's luck. That's very rare, so don't count no it happening often. Any toon items summoned will disappear once they're no longer needed or if they wear out. But in the rare cases you get something real, it's real."
((Beginner's luck is a very real phenomenon in games like this with Versers. According to JohnA1NUT, it's a big thing that no one can explain, and it often annoys the GM for how good of an outcome it is often associated with))

Pete says, "Remember, I'll be back for my nail first, and the rent later."


Jack remembers his instructions and figures that his hat is at least partly cartoon, so...

*roll & advance Summon Object from Hammerspace*

Jack pulls a hammer from his hat. From the feel of the hammer, it'll be good enough to make 2 or 3 nails before it'll need replacing. There's no forge here, but the spare forge in Magehammer's shoppe might still be there. Of course, there're other ways to heat up metal, and there are a few pounds of scrap iron laying around Jack's stall area.


Elliott does her best to put Jack at ease as gestures at her party outfit, a full punk-leather outfit with spiky black hair and metal studs - all somehow managing to be classy, gorgeous and casual at the same time, "I didn't spend 4 hours on my outfit and 2 hours changing my body just to change my mind. Don't worry, we're old friends. I'll be your wingman if you want, all I want is to catch up with my old friend Jack. Whatever else is just bonus."


Elliott laughs at the groan-worthy pun and watches with interest the universe in question.

Once that universe seems to be done being destroyed, she says, "Hey Jack! There's one of my world-enders!"
Jack sees a world in a giant toon pond, and a drain-plug at the bottom. A one-eyed fish with a scar over the left eye socket is being chased by a big group of sharks. The fish swims to the plug and pulls it out. The entire world empties into nothingness.

Elliott says, "That one really sucked."

Jack follows the directions and proceeds back outside to learn, wondering if he couldn’t have just added some sort of cartoon magic space to the inside of the Tardis. It did seem bigger .. on the inside. Looking around, he pulls off his shoe, making himself into a cartoon because it feels like a cartoon being flattened won’t be nearly so gruesome as smashing his “real” flesh and blood. Though to be honest, he isn’t entirely sure that he is flesh and blood anymore. He’s more of a dimensional aberration, a dimensional membrane shaped like a man, containing something called sciff.

Or maybe he really is a person.

“Could I have just drawn an anvil?” he asks when Pete has shown him how, while he concentrates on making an anvil fall from the sky. When it hits his cartoon dragon foot, it flattens it like a pancake and hurts like the dickens, but he peels it out from under and reinflates it by blowing into his thumb.

When Pete mentions the rent he nods.

Jack doesn’t need a forge, he just turns back into a dragon and exhales fire onto the iron to get it hot! Holding it in a dragon hand, he gets it red hot and starts to hammer away. Makin’ nails and anything else people might want, all the while he barters for stuff! Stuff is good!

---

The meeting with Elliott is going well, though a bit distracting, and to cool his engines a little, he uses a bit of ‘wizard’ mental focus to start solving ritual equations in his head anytime he gets distracted by her femininity. He isn’t about to suggest she changes!

He ignores Stella, he was funny and it wasn’t his fault, he didn’t know how things worked!

“Yeah, can’t get any lower than that,” he agrees.

((Biases! That's what it's called when a world is easier or harder to use a skill - it's called a bias. Jack would know this by now - so would Glitch for that matter))

*Roll*
Jack thinks about it and realises he might be able to build a structure in Toonland with material from Toonland and put it in the Tardis - thus creating a space within the structure inside the Tardis with the biases of Toonland. Maybe. But this should work in other worlds too.
((Would require a roll for the skill used to make the structure and a roll for the skill the structure is biased in favor of. Worst case, the structure fails. Best case, the biases are even better in the structure than out.))



Pete throws a pencil at Jack and shouts, "QUICK! Draw a sword!" He pulls a cartoon sword of of his mouth, points it at Jack's face and says, "Draw it and it'll be all pretty and might even obey any special instructions you give it if you're a good enough artist, but sometimes you need a thing faster than you can draw. Besides, anvils like being summoned for some reason."


*Roll*
It's funny how a person can be alive for 30 years without ever finding a reason to breathe fire, and then decide to try it for the first time in the middle of a market. No harm, no foul.

Jack gets the feeling this would've done something different if he tried it on a nail he made, but when he tries to breathe "fire" on the chunk of iron (a discarded broken cast-iron pot, instead of fire he breathes darkness, cold and Order. The broken pot mends itself and nearly breaks again from being so cold.


He hears a tiny voice from the table say, "Pardon me." The voice is coming from a 3 inch tall cartoon grasshopper dressed in a tux. "We have a bit of a giant problem. That is to say, my people have a problem with a giant. Really, there's a giant who's picking on the people of my town. Will you help us, Jack?"

Elliott says, "What about me?!"

"Sorry, it's gotta be enough Jack and only a Jack will do."
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((Can multiple biases be installed or just one? Because if it’s going to be just one, he’ll save it for whichever magic he likes best.))

Catching the pencil, Jack makes it grow into a longer pencil and says, “The pencil is mightier than the sword, Pete, everyone knows that!” mostly because it’s the humor of this place infecting him, not because he intends to take him up on the challenge. He understands the concept and doesn’t contradict the landlord.

When he gets the results of his breath on the piece of steel, he grumbles and says, “How predictable,” and starts to get up to get a forge from Mr. Magehammer’s.

The appearance of the grasshopper earns a glance.

“I need to finish this nail for Mr. Pete first, as part of a bargain struck, but after that I can come help you, though why me?” he tells the grasshopper. Not about to say no to people in need of help.

He also makes a plan to get that bias installed before he leaves this dimension, it might be easier to do it here than to wait until he gets elsewhere.

((This is a different skill, but it makes sense so I added it to your list. How good of an artist would Jack be? I'm willing to say 4/4 Artist because lots of teens use spare time to draw in their books - is that good? He'd have to be at least that good to succeed at drawing even what he has drawn so far.))

Pete guffaws in pleasant surprise, and says, "Now yer gitten' it!" He swallows the sword.


Elliott sees him going (this is while Elliott is still at his stall as a 10yr old boy) and says, "Hey, I hope you don't mind, I've been eavesdropping - why don't you just draw yourself as a fire-breathing dragon, or draw a forge for yourself?"


While still in the restaurant, with the grasshopper on the table, the grasshopper continues, "Name's Jiminy, by the way. And it's gotta be you because you're Jack. Also, don't worry, you'll have plenty time to finish the nail and whatever else - timing is everything, and we have to wait before we're ready for you to show up anyway. I'll be back when it's time."

The rest of the meal is quite pleasant, Elliott is a great companion and friend - she laughs at Jacks good jokes and pokes fun at the bad ones, but it's clear she accepts him and appreciates him. When the bill comes, it already says "paid" on it because she had arranged for it to be paid ahead of time. Through the night, Jack saw universes collapse, go through heat-death, disappear in a cloud of fireworks, teleport out of existence, transmute into pure thought, be accidentally deleted off of a computer, and much more.

As they leave, Elliott says, "Thanks for a great night. See you tomorrow at the store. What are you going to call it?"


*Roll*
Jack gets a strong feeling it will be much easier to install a room with better cartoon magic biases now than to wait.

Now's the time to get everything done he intends to do in this universe before Jiminy returns.

((I have no problem with that, though if his artistry is that high, I’d say his home universe magic would be better? But that’s okay.))

Hearing Elliott’s words, he hadn’t thought to try to be a different dragon, since he was sort of thinking of himself as just a dragon itself and the idea that he just needed to be different felt strange. But that’s cartoon logic, apparently.  Pushing himself, he makes himself into a red dragon instead of a black order dragon.

With the ability to breathe fire, he sets to making those nails. Probably trying to make at least ten.

At the restaurant, he nods at the cricket, and says, “Pleasure to meet you, Jiminy. Okay, let me know when you need me and I’ll come straight away. I’ll make sure to practice how I’m going to be making them leave you guys alone while I’m waiting.”

The collapses of the universe are rather interesting and he watches many of them, but also enjoys the food. Not sure what to order, he lets Elliott steer the ship when it comes to getting whatever they get. He’d like to try new things, so he isn’t looking for anything he already knows.

“See you tomorrow,” he confirms. When asked about the name, he answers, “I was just going to call it Jacks’ Nails, but I suppose I can come up with something a bit more original. How about, ‘Nails for Tales,’ and I’ll let people pay me with training? Or something like that?”

When he returns to the stall, he puts up his sign and starts to make nails, summoning new hammers from hammer space. He tries to make his hammer longer lasting by putting one of his own nails into it, out of curiosity.

((Okay, go ahead and put it up a little))



*Roll*

Since that doesn't quite work (he changes his shape and appearance, but his form remains an Order Dragon) he draws a red dragon, and...

*3 rolls & advance Toonify drawing*

... following his instincts, he stands on the drawing, toonifying it while becoming it. He is left with a picture of an Order Dragon. Then works on making the Order nails.

*Rolls & advance blacksmith *

He had just enough iron laying around to make 25 nails, but when he tried to put Order energy in them to change them from regular iron nails into Order nails, he was left with only 11 Order nails. He'll need to trade for more iron to make more nails.



*2 rolls & advance summon from hammerspace*

The hammer becomes far more detailed of a drawing, - rounded and smooth, cold to the touch and seems to add a bit of Order to anything it hits. Elliott sees the new hammer and says, "Cool new hammer!"

Jack feels like there must be a way to combine being an Order Dragon and breathing fire, maybe he should have just drawn a forge, he probably could have made more nails that way. Pulling the red-dragon skin up over his head, he zips it up the front and then belches a wave of flames. “That’s better!” he declares and continues to work on his nails.

The 11 is more than enough for now, just need to sell them.

“Elliott, how much iron can I get for an order nail? Or should I just .. draw some iron! Wait, anvils are made of iron!” he calls out as he gets the hang of it and starts drawing Xs on the ground, and imagining iron anvils. All the while he lets out “YOWCH!” and “OOF” noises at the collisions. Puffing himself back up again only to walk to the next.

Getting bonked regularly. He drags useful metal anvils over to his shop, the rest get lobbed into a pile to discard later.

When Elliott notices his hammer, he gives a thumbs up.

“It’s pretty cool,” he agrees.