I Turn, Um... Uh... Sixteen? For The Tenth? Time???? [open post]

[summerdude]

It's Magnus's birthday and he is a man with a surplus of plans. And many, many plastic recorders.

He's still a little overstimulated from the birthday party Galahad got Claudius to throw for the two of them — he loves all his friends, but that was a lot of people in one space, most of whom were also feeling many, many things about their visitors — and so it's been a quiet few days. Sunny is still a little subdued, so they've been having muted hangouts in the mornings; Galahad, also overstimulated from their birthday party, has fortunately been on Magnus's wavelength about just sailing around aimlessly on the Big Banana with many snacks and very little conversation during their daily hangs for the past few days. He drags himself to sword practice with Lancelot once or twice, has his weekly dinner at Hanguang-jun's, spends a great solo afternoon cleaning out Little John's cave in case anyone else wants to use it at some point, and lets Alex tease him into wrestling and, um, other stuff after dinner basically every night.

But on this, the twenty-sixth anniversary of Magnus's actual birth, most of his energy has returned to him. He's made birthday dinner plans with just his immediate family (and also Alex and Hanguang-jun) at their house for the evening. He's had his liveliest morning of the week. And with his newly regained energy he's found critical supplies for his afternoon: a roll of duct tape, several trash bags, eight recorders, a handful of hollow pens, and a dream. He's sitting cross-legged in the middle of the Mansion's lawn, a look of grave concentration on his face, as he makes little holes in a bag, duct tapes two recorders and one pen here and there, and then seals it all up.

And then he takes a deep breath, fits his mouth to the hollow pen, and blows the bag up. When he places it under his arm and squeezes, he's gratified to find that his makeshift bagpipes work perfectly. And he still has supplies for a couple more!



I know everyone is still busy with visitor's day so feel free to take your time on this one... but I would love to ultimately have a ton of Chaos Thread Opportunities.

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[bymyheelies]

Mercutio has been flitting about like an unhappy chaotic poltergeist the past few days. Today, he is outside, and hears a sound that he would liken to the cries of demons. Perhaps he should ask Crowley about that sometime. Intrigued, he moves closer to find Magnus with his pile of assorted objects, and tilts his head.

"Art torturing the cats with that?"

[summerdude]

Magnus gives Mercutio a little wave. "I'm summoning the goat, my dude."

[bymyheelies]

"Mayhap thou couldst summon a satyr," he suggests, sprawling down near Magnus in a mostly-graceful pile. "It would cheer Bacchus greatly."

[summerdude]

"I bet it would!" Magnus starts blowing the bag back up, then pauses. "But no. There's an actual goat but he's only here, like, once a week. I have some goat friends back home and they hate bagpipes, so I thought this might work to, like, bring him out."

[bymyheelies]

"And why art thou summoning the goat?" He looks amused, which is at least an improvement upon the vaguely disinterested look he had going on. "I hope it is not for thy dinner, that does seem rude."

[summerdude]

"Nah, I only eat regenerating goats, and unless this one tells me he's the long-lost cousin of Otis or Marvin, it's hands off. But I thought Dad might like one."

[bymyheelies]

"Ay, they might, whether it be for eating or milking." He pokes at the trash bagpipe. "This is a bagpipe, thou saidst? 'Tis very strange."

[summerdude]

"It's, um. The trash version of one. Real ones are made out of... not plastic. Probably."

[bymyheelies]

"From whence do they come? I have never seen one; but I am no minstrel."

[summerdude]

"Scotland?" Magnus shrugs. "Maybe? Maybe Ireland; there's always a ton at the St. Patrick's Day parade."

[bymyheelies]

"Ah." He considers this for a moment. "We may have something akin to it, in the south. But it may also be that thy goat prefers a different instrument."

[summerdude]

"Yeah, I guess," Magnus allows, then brightens. "Do you wanna make one, too?"

[bymyheelies]

Mercutio shrugs. It is something to do, at least, to get his mind off recent events. “Ay, if thou wilt show me how.”

[summerdude]

"Yeah, totally." Magnus sits up straighter and gestures at his collection of supplies. "Pick out two recorders that you like. One will be for playing and the other for, um, more air to go through."

[bymyheelies]

He nods and goes on a hunt, emerging with a sparkly purple recorder and a white one. "What next?"

[summerdude]

Magnus waggles his eyebrows. "Next you pick a hollow pen to blow through."

[bymyheelies]

"Is it the pen thou wouldst like me to blow upon?" He lifts his eyebrows teasingly, but it's reasonably clear his heart isn't exactly in it. There is no smirk or laughter to follow that up.

[summerdude]

Magnus cocks his head, frowning. "Dude," he says. "You good?"

[bymyheelies]

“Is it so plain?” He manages a small, self-deprecating smile. “Do I pine like Romeo? I’faith, I hope not.”

[summerdude]

"I don't know, I feel like usually you'd say it like a come-on, and I'd be like, man, I'm sorry, but I'm still a one-Alex kind of guy, and you'd waggle your eyebrows and crack a joke. Your eyebrows aren't waggling. Wait, did you say pining?"

[bymyheelies]

“Mayhap I misspoke.” He definitely didn’t, but he’s going to be stubborn now.

[summerdude]

"Dude, did you get a, um, special someone for visitor's day???"

[bymyheelies]

He snorts. “If by that you mean a lover; I have none.”

[summerdude]

"Dude, if I meant lover, I'd say lover," Magnus says. "I meant, like... I dunno. It really freaking sucked when Alex came for the last visitor's day and then went home. I knew she was gonna try to come back, but the wait was the worst."

[bymyheelies]

He shakes his head with a frown. “He cannot come back. Thy Alex and thee have the ability to traverse worlds, I do not. Nor does the Capulet.”