I'm About As Organized As Ran, I Guess? [closed post]

[summerdude]

"And then we realized Frigg was knitting with clouds. Actual factual clouds," Magnus says, passing another box that, as it turns out, holds nothing useful down to Galahad. He climbs up another rung on the little stepladder and starts in on the next shelf. "How many boxes of Legos do we have so far?" He knows it's certainly not enough for a bachelorette party yet, but surely there's something they can go on. He'd kind of tonight that this far after Dark, there would be... more? "Do you think we should find another room to look in? Maybe the game room isn't the best choice."

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[summerdude]

"Holy shit," says Magnus, immediately picking a mushroom and shoving it in his mouth. Hey, he's pretty good at identifying these suckers from his camping days, and anyway, it's not like any errant poisonous ones could kill him. Wait, are any of them magic? "I wish I'd known about this last month."

[onthewillowsthere]

"Would it have been here last month?"

[summerdude]

"Wouldn't it?" Magnus frowns. "I guess things change sometimes."

[onthewillowsthere]

"The sheds where we found Drosera appeared."

[summerdude]

"That's true," Magnus agrees. "I guess it just feels weirder for inside things to change a whole lot." He glances around. "Do you think we could get to the caves through here?"

[onthewillowsthere]

"Do you want to try?"

[summerdude]

Magnus shakes his head, then nods, then shrugs. "After we find your scabbard?"

[onthewillowsthere]

Galahad is silent for a moment, looking at him. "Are you all right?"

[summerdude]

Magnus is a little sad that Galahad has to be a Fighting Guy again, in all honesty, and he's not entirely sure what to do about it. He says, "I'm good, man. Just, like, indecisive today I guess."

[onthewillowsthere]

"Do you want to stop?"

[summerdude]

"No," Magnus says, immediately. He can put his feelings aside and be there for his friend!!! "I don't have to be decisive to help you find a scabbard."

[onthewillowsthere]

Galahad observes him for a moment. He feels a little bit the way he did when he asked Shen Yuan if he was happy, and Shen Yuan said I was happy yesterday -- as if he's on the edge of a cliff he can't see, and he's about to step into air.

"Let's try another door," he says finally.

[summerdude]

"Cool," says Magnus. He snags another mushroom on their way out of the room, munching on it, as he picks a door at random and throws it open.

He has no way of knowing that the contents look exactly like the items that one might find in a BDSM sex dungeon, if the owner of said BDSM sex dungeon was filthy rich and also a literary character written by someone who had never practiced nor researched BDSM before and only culturally osmosed details of what it entails from other literary works by people who have also never practiced BDSM before. All he knows is that there are handcuffs and whips and harnesses and chains and some fetish masks, and he's culturally osmosed a tiny portion of the same information as this hypothetical author. "Um," he says, beet-red.

[onthewillowsthere]

Galahad picks up a leather riding crop embossed with the name C. Grey and looks at Magnus. "Is this for sex?"

[summerdude]

"I, uh. Think so. Yeah."

[onthewillowsthere]

He puts the riding crop down and gently closes the door. "My turn again."

[summerdude]

Well... while they're here! Magnus opens the door again long enough to slip an aspirational bottle of lube in his pocket, since the one back at camp is partially empty, then closes it again. "Okay, go for it."

[onthewillowsthere]

Galahad can't help it -- he laughs.

The next room looks perfectly ordinary. It has tables and chairs, a bottled soda and a snack machine, a fridge with some abandoned yogurts and one tupperware inside. There's a tray of brownies on one of the tables, and a little card that says Teacher Appreciation Week -- help yourself! :) contains microplastics.

[summerdude]

"Mmmmmm.... microplastics," says Magnus, helping himself to a brownie. It's stale. He eats the whole thing in three bites anyway.

[onthewillowsthere]

"What are microplastics?" Since Magnus has already eaten one, Galahad takes a brownie as well. Five, he signs. A stale brownie is still a brownie, especially to someone who didn't eat sweet things until he was twenty-one.

[summerdude]

"No clue, actually," Magnus admits. He signs, Agree. Five. "Alive nonhomeless people are really scared of them where I'm from, cuz apparently they last forever."

[onthewillowsthere]

He tries to envision something immortal and frightening that could be inside a stale brownie, and comes up with something akin to a worm. It's always bad to have a worm inside your body. "You can eat them without realizing?"

[summerdude]

"Yeah. They're probably microscopic?" Magnus takes another brownie. They might be stale, but he's peckish and he's had worse. Such as, for a totally random example, Claudius's recent experiments with gelatins. "I'm pretty sure, at least. From the name and the fact you don't know they're there most of the time."

[onthewillowsthere]

Galahad has no such basis for comparison, because Claudius did not share those experiments with him. Claudius is a loving and knowledgeable fiance. "We should take one back and look at it with the microscope." He wraps a brownie in one of the innumerable store brand white paper napkins and slips it into the pocket of his hoodie.

[summerdude]

"Oh, gods yeah," Magnus says, grinning. "Science." If no one here will teach it to him he and Galahad can teach themselves!!