What's In An Unknowable Birthday? I Guess We'll Find Out!

[summerdude]

Magnus is a man on a mission. Actually, he's a man on several missions, but now that he's successfully pulled off the bachelorette part of Galahad's wedding, this one stands out as of particular import. As such, he has a pad of construction paper chock-full of notes tucked in his backpack and he's swinging briefly into every room he passes, on the lookout for Grantaire.

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[futaille]

As luck would have it, they don't encounter one another in a room at all. Grantaire turns the corner into the hallway where Magnus's search has currently taken him. "Oh, hello!"

[summerdude]

"Dude," says Magnus, drawing to a stop and with no small amount of relief. "Help me, Obi-wan-Grantairebi, you're my only ho...pe. Hope."

[futaille]

"That has the sound of a reference to something I have never heard of, but that doesn't matter. What do you need?"

[summerdude]

"Okay, my first thing is that you need to look up Star Wars. There's about a million novelizations; the library probably has 'em." Magnus glances around, then tucks into a nearby room, gesturing for Grantaire to follow. "Can you paint without visual references?"

[futaille]

He follows Magnus into the room. "I can, yes. It's easier with them, but without is certainly possible. Do you need something painted?"

[summerdude]

"Yeah." Magnus closes the door behind them. He doesn't think Sunny will emerge from the woodwork with opinions, but stranger things have happened, and he wants to hedge his bets. "Sunny's family."

[futaille]

His eyes widen just a bit. "Oh! Yes, certainly. Do you know what they look like?"

[summerdude]

"I have, like. Some descriptions and some guesses."

[futaille]

"I'll do my best with them, at the least."

[summerdude]

Magnus unloads his pad of construction paper. "Okay," he says. "Um, how should we do this?"

[futaille]

"I think we should go one person at a time. You'll describe them and I'll sketch according to your description, which we can alter as needed until you're happy with each of them, and I can paint based on the sketches."

[summerdude]

"Yeah, that sounds good." Magnus glances around the room, which upon closer inspection seems to stocked identically to a storefront of a candy shop that makes saltwater taffy. "Um. Where should we do this?"

[futaille]

"We could go to the café, I suppose. Or my room if you don't mind a mess."

[summerdude]

"Dude, I live outside in the woods," says Magnus, who actually does mind a mess, but it's fine as long as it's not his own room or he is, at least, not trying to sleep there. "Either place is good."

[futaille]

"Café, then. For the snacks."

[summerdude]

"Heck yeah." Magnus opens the door again. "Lead on."

[futaille]

"But of course!" He heads through the hallways to the café.

[summerdude]

When they get there, Magnus grabs a cookie and pulls out a chair, sitting on it backwards so that its back is pressed against his front. Then he leans forward, balancing on two of its legs. "Right," he says. "She remembers her siblings better than her parents."

[futaille]

Grantaire grabs a couple macarons and grabs some pencils where he had stowed them on a bookshelf before sitting. "All right. We should start with them, then."

[summerdude]

"Violet's the oldest. She has brown hair that she ties up when she's inventing something."

[futaille]

Grantaire nods, taking a sheet of construction paper and writing 'Violet' in the top corner. "So reasonably long hair, I assume, then?"

[summerdude]

Magnus passes over a sheet with his own shoddy attempt at drawing Violet. As with all art he puts a great deal of effort into, it looks a lot like his thirteen-year-old efforts to draw manga characters on his school notes... but it's a start! "It's about down to, um, here," he says, casting his mind over the illustrations he only vaguely remembers from the books and then tapping a spot on his arm. "And she has bangs."

[futaille]

"All right," he says with another nod, beginning to sketch something based on Magnus's drawing, except with a bit more realism.

[summerdude]

"The ribbon is... purple, I think? And her eyes are brown."

[futaille]

Thankfully, some of the pencils he had grabbed are colored ones. He promptly shades the appropriate parts.