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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[summerdude]

"Yeah, yeah... oh! Your bagpipes. So you take the, um, hollow pen you've chosen. To blow on," Magnus says, refusing to flush. "And your two recorders. And you attach them all to the bag, so that they're the only places for the air to go."

[bymyheelies]

Mercutio merely waggles his eyebrows; because the joke has already been made. The promise of explosions later has indeed cheered him up at least a little, though, and he nods. “What must I attach them with?”

[summerdude]

"Tape," Magnus says, producing it. There's a couple of rolls in different colors -- green, yellow, and (unfortunately) blue.

[bymyheelies]

"I see." The tape, clearly, must be attached quite firmly if he wishes this trash-bagpipe to actually work. He takes the blue tape and starts assembling his pieces. "Perhaps if this works we might give Bacchus a concert," he offers, smiling a little.

[summerdude]

"Bacchus?" Magnus asks, and then realizes. "Oh. Uncle D. Yeah, we totally should."

[bymyheelies]

Mercutio nods and sets to taping up the holes he's inserted his various objects into, frowning intently.

[summerdude]

"Make sure you fold over the open bit of the bag a few times before you tape it up," Magnus advises. "It keeps the air where you want it better."