Four days have passed since the Motor Duel that cut the Tax Patrol in half. Four days since Rain was last seen. Four days since the hard, hard blood rain that washed out Cobbler Jander's stall and left him homeless.
Every night since the Motor Duel, you've seen Cujo's h-bike circling Pike as the sun set. She never comes in the hold, never stops, just circling. Is she marking territory? Afraid to come in? Surely not.
The Grindhouse bouncer known as Kite has brought you fresh baozi every afternoon, two steamed buns filled with a tablespoon of honey and small, soft seeds. They're incredibly sweet tasting and expensive. Each time she hands them over to SueB or Wash, she asks them to tell you it's a token of her affection. How have you responded to this, Vignette?
As soon as Rain left Pike, people have become sick again. Those few who took the clearwater are still untouched, but there are dozens of folks who are bed ridden, in their shacks and hovels, coughing up blood, bleeding from their eyes. Your little village, Vignette, it's dying.
You've been so swamped with visiting the sick with Bon that you haven't been able to attend Utilikilt's funeral. It's going on right now, in fact. I'm sure Gates will understand. What did you do about not being able to attend, if anything?
Two days ago, Admiral visited your infirmary, Bon. He was alone, and arrived without warning. He asked to speak with you privately, and offered to pay for the expense of keeping your stable patients on that odd concoction of blood replacement and herbs. He even offered an expansion to the infirmary, a "long-term care" ward. Temporarily, they would need to move a floor up, but Admiral said he could get the fixits to construct a new set of rooms adjacent to your infirmary.
In return, he asked you to find out more about Home. He wants to find a way to cure it, tells you that once he's sure that HM's workers are able to cope without Home, he wants to move to take HM's hold over them away. Barring a cure, he at least wants to be able to manufacture it, or a replacement.
What did you tell him? What have you done since?
You're at Kites' Noodle Shop. She took sick a day ago, and it's running a hard course through her body. Wotc is beside himself, eyes red but not from the disease, from crying over his dying mother.
What do you do?