Tap and Die
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A cowboy separated from his wife visits an ambassador's gala above an active volcano. Magical terrorists attack. Separated from his clothes and family, he must wield a lightning wand against an invading army in hopes to set the fantastic world's diplomats free.
Will he make it out clothed, reunited, and unsinge
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Tap and Die - Lancelot Schaubert
1
Honorifics
The driver looked cockeyed at Black Jack Dawes's half-frozen hands that held the other reins. The driver took kings and nobles all over the Ivrian side of the world, not crusty old tradesmen in khaki dusters, range hats, knee-high boots slathered in mud, and that black cloak with those unfixed stars on it. And no sword? But it was Black Jack's knuckles that drew the driver’s focus. They were as frozen as two hands could get: white on a purple field.
Renaud's,
Jack explained. No circulation in extremities. Plus I hate going—
The team of horses sped over the downy green hillock and the many-wheeled carriage got air. Jack's knuckles went whiter. His feet slammed into the foothold and his back braced even deeper into the red velvet seat cushions. As wheels hit earth, the old range man grunted, —fast.
Oh, sorry, Your Excellence, I—
No ambassador. Nor emissary.
Your wife is.
So bill her, cut the titles.
The driver nodded.
Honorifics,
Jack said and spat. "Every horse breeder, every smith's apprentice, every cloth merchant from here to Tetra has some sort of gold salesman-of-the-month plaque, some jade crystal award for the same shit they do every day. Here's a cheap piece of metal that looks a little like the metal we named this plaque after in order to celebrate the thing you're already doing just to survive. He threw up a little in his mouth in a not-subtle way.
Fool's gold is still for fools even if you make a trophy out—"
The carriage caught air again, and Jack almost puked.
I'll slow down a bit,
said the driver.
I'm not… I'm not queasy.
Jack gagged again, audibly. "I'll be fine I just… hnngh… I just don't like feeling like I'm flying through the air, that's all."
You fly often?
The driver chuckled.
The boss has me do it far more often than I like.
Here, for your hands.
The driver took the reins in one hand and passed over a pair of gloves.
I have gloves.
These are entangled with lava. They're constantly warm, plus they'll help with the nerves.
Jack Dawes raised an eyebrow.
Trust me. Once you get there—you're changing, right?
Black Jack looked down at his outer wear, confused.
The driver chuckled. "I wouldn't go to an inaugural ball looking like that."
I hate these things.
Okay, so when you're all stripped down between outfits, put these gloves on and put them on the mirror.
Why do I have to be naked?
Shhhh, trust the process.
Black Jack raised his eyebrow.
Allow the mirror to fog and let the room steam up and you'll feel completely warm. That’s why naked.
Wouldn’t I be warmer with clothes too?
No. Plus you’re naked so you realize it more, just trust the process! Only downside to these things is they attract lava and magma, but it's not like you're going to the surface of some star.
Black Jack had done that before. He didn’t recommend it. Know what I hate about inaugural balls?
The driver waited, sipping his cocoa out of his copper longcup, which had long gone cold.
"There's always some inauguration or convocation or launch of some new ship that needs christening for some maiden voyage. People start shit far more often than they finish shit. For once, I want a terminal ball. Celebrate the death of something. Or its culmination at least."
The driver looked again at the black cloak, and it reminded him of the angel of death. Poking out of the vest pocket was a crowfoot attached to a long bone, sharpened to a point.
The Crowfoot Mile?
he asked.
Jack grimaced. He hated that people only remembered that part of it.
You're a Storyweaver?
That's what the cloak is for.
The driver truly saw it for the first time, and his eyes widened. Then he focused on the road ahead. Don't you think the new military allegiance between the Common Realms puts guys like you out of work?
I wish it had.
2
The Hollow Needle
The Hollow Needle did not rise above the horizon, but sank into the great peak of Weststool, steam and smoke heralding it in a great circular halo. One of five new taps in Gergia, the opposite of towers, it drilled down into a too-wide hole. Seven carriage bridges—long stone pathways lit by gas lamps—led from the ridge of the hole to a midair platform, and that platform formed the base of a great spire that sank down into the hot airy heart of an active volcano, the bubbling lava a mere sixty feet deeper than the tap's lowest basement, the observation deck. Gravity had been inverted around the outside of the tap building so that the heat close to the building's surface would first vent down toward the lava while heavier things went up toward the surface. But once outside that ring of gravity inversion, the steam would vent up once more, farther away from the tap. The result was a ring of steam and smoke around the outer rim, but a sort of a dead-air protective circle the closer you got to the tap's walls and entrance.
Inside the tap's combined fortieth, forty-first, and forty-second floors, the various ambassadors from around Ivria and most of Mostyn (and isles and antics) had gathered. They banqueted a new year of new staff and new policy initiatives, but really it was an excuse for well-connected wealthy people to get together and celebrate whatever culinary and aesthetic discovery one of their member realms had drummed up. (That, and negotiate terms of various deals, both aboveboard and under the table and backhanded.)
This year, the new delicacy was a sort of bowl made of a star-shaped grain called sfensü (named after the local word sfen for vintage
and the ablative case: something extracted away from the vintage). Sfensü grew on mile-long vines with leaves so massive you could build a house on them, vines that now draped down into the Old Quarry through the remnants of the Sicilian that had been mined out of the planet's heart. In addition to the sfensü base, the delicacy used wild Imperial Crescent skyhog for the protein, and the entire affair was garnished with shaved pomace from some off-world persimmon and then topped with a Blazing World molasses. Sort of a culinary incarnation of the principle of Common Realms.
That was why most of them had come.
That, and the backdoor deals.
Frey had brought her daughter, Dövë (named after the Aruöfian word for ocean as well as the earthbound term for a bird of peace, a compromise she'd made with Jack). Dövë attended