Contemplations and Next Steps

Venus awoke the next morning in a little bed made entirely of grown wood and surprisingly comfortable foliage. Normally she would have found it delightful, awakening in a cottage core fantasy, but her head thrummed with the repercussions of too much wine.

She groaned as she pulled herself to sitting on the bed, the contents of her head and stomach sloshing disagreeably.

Too bad I can't use Oral Cure on myself.

Healing this poison would come in handy... though actually I think this is technically more like being sick at this point, since it's the remnant damage of the poison that remains for the most part now.

Venus had a thought and tried cleansing herself. Again the cloud of metallic beauty emerged from her core. She felt the drain on her mana deepen her headache as the cloud this time passed through her own body. The cloud emerged from her body with similar, but much fewer taints than when she'd used it on Bwen's uncle. Her hangover lifted like a kite and the pleasant feeling on tipsiness settled over her as apparently hadn't yet processed all the ****. She also found a carafe of water and a ceramic cup and gulped thirstily.

While drinking, she took some time to think over the night's debauchery. Is this world making me horny? I know I was drunk, but I've had more sexual encounters this week than all of med school. Though I guess I'm a lot less busy over here. I really need to learn more about this place, it's making me paranoid. After nearly emptying the carafe she stumbled into the living room of Monet's odd tree-house. She saw nearly everyone mirroring her own recent expressions of misery except for the startlingly chipper Monet.

Since everyone knew about her abilities anyway she cleansed all who needed it, each casting went flawlessly aside from on Bwen. It worked on him, but there was an unusual resistance to it. It was a block she couldn't touch. Venus recalled that the Cleanse spell only worked on non-magical affects and realized she wouldn't be undoing what Monet and Cass had done for the time being.

He frowned regretfully. "Hmm, apparently that doesn't cure a black out. I can't remember anything still."

Venus tried to shrug casually "May have been that your mind never made the memories in the first place, so there's nothing to heal" she lied. Her feeling of guilt returned from the night before, but she didn't have time at this exact moment to examine them as she moved on to Cass for Cleansing.

Nearly the moment after Cleanse was cast on Cass, Cass jumped up and presented Monet with her bow. Monet raised an eyebrow and in response Cass glanced at Bwen and Venus.

Monet chuckled then outstretched her hand. The bow suddenly grew vines, still in Cass' grasp. A soft green glow pulsed and the vines retracted.

"What does it do now?" Cass asked, excited.

Monet shrugged "I'm not a well read arcane practioner. I don't dictate the effects of the blessing, I just let the natural magic adhere to the weapon."

Cass looked confused "So you don't know what it does?"

Monet shook her head.