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maskormenacelogs2017-02-10 07:48 am
magnitudes) wrote in maskormenacelogs2017-02-10 07:48 am
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( closed ) help, I'm alive
WHO: Billy Kaplan & Sarissa Theron.
WHERE: Sarah & Sarissa's place
WHEN: definitely sometime in the space-time continuum
WHAT: magical defences and home renovations
WARNINGS: possible reference to death, will update as necessary.
( So far as coping mechanisms go, Sarissa's pretty sure this is a better one than the mess she made of herself last time. Less brawling so far, less drinking, although it'd be a lie to say her skin isn't itching for her to just move and do what it is she does best - which is, for the most part, being the worst. Being a human wreckage isn't an option now, though. She wasn't going to let the people she cared about be made targets of again, not so easily.
And that's where Billy comes in. Obviously it's not like she expects a wave of a wand or whatever it is that he does to make everyone totally safe forever (if only) but it's a start, and that she can live with. The house itself will eventually have a sort of rustic punk aesthetic; currently it's still in the dilapidated and ramshackle phase of things, and Billy would be forgiven for thinking he possibly wandered into the woodland home of either a serial killer or a witch. It's not that it's uninhabitable, but it was recently bordering on it, and renovations can only go so fast - especially when things like blackouts and death and hospitalisation happen. Kind slows the process. (And she may have underestimated just how far out of Nonah it was, given that it's definitely more rural, so far as landscapes go, but whatever.)
Sarissa is currently outside, doing... something. Something very impressive and DIY-ish. There's sanding and wood panels and flannel shirts and protective masks involved, it's fantastic. She may need to be interrupted. )
WHERE: Sarah & Sarissa's place
WHEN: definitely sometime in the space-time continuum
WHAT: magical defences and home renovations
WARNINGS: possible reference to death, will update as necessary.
( So far as coping mechanisms go, Sarissa's pretty sure this is a better one than the mess she made of herself last time. Less brawling so far, less drinking, although it'd be a lie to say her skin isn't itching for her to just move and do what it is she does best - which is, for the most part, being the worst. Being a human wreckage isn't an option now, though. She wasn't going to let the people she cared about be made targets of again, not so easily.
And that's where Billy comes in. Obviously it's not like she expects a wave of a wand or whatever it is that he does to make everyone totally safe forever (if only) but it's a start, and that she can live with. The house itself will eventually have a sort of rustic punk aesthetic; currently it's still in the dilapidated and ramshackle phase of things, and Billy would be forgiven for thinking he possibly wandered into the woodland home of either a serial killer or a witch. It's not that it's uninhabitable, but it was recently bordering on it, and renovations can only go so fast - especially when things like blackouts and death and hospitalisation happen. Kind slows the process. (And she may have underestimated just how far out of Nonah it was, given that it's definitely more rural, so far as landscapes go, but whatever.)
Sarissa is currently outside, doing... something. Something very impressive and DIY-ish. There's sanding and wood panels and flannel shirts and protective masks involved, it's fantastic. She may need to be interrupted. )
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There's Sarissa, though, building something. Billy watches her for a few minutes, deeply impressed. He can create whole worlds but give him power tools and it's likely to end in disaster.
He clears his throat a bit.]
Hey.
[He remembers her from a thing with Kavinsky. Launching herself into the air? Something like that? He waves.]
Hey, it's Billy.
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She's not quite the same person she was when she was launching herself into the air with fireworks. Still capable of doing it, sure, but even though she smiles and waves a greeting, there's less of the wild flippancy demonstrated on the network then. It's still there, comes out easily in the right circumstances, so she figures there's no need to be too dramatic about that part of her being gone forever, or something. Just tempered and different, and it probably helps that she's entirely sober. )
G'day. ( It takes her a second, and she cants her head to the side. ) Shit, we've spoken before, yeah? Sorry, I didn't make the connection at all. ( She's pulling off her work gloves as she goes, setting them down on the grass near the workbench she's managed to set up, and crosses to Billy as she extends her hand to shake. ) Sarissa. Thanks for coming out on such short notice.
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[He also made her a magic thing that Kavinsky bought for her, but he does't know it was for her, and well. Kavinsky. Anyway. He looks over the stuff.]
Cool place. I mean. Middle of nowhere, but it has that apocalypse bunker vibe going for it.
[He comes in a little closer, shakes her hand, seems approachable. He takes a quite walk-around.]
This is weird, but your sisters, you all have matching DNA, everything, right? I'm not asking to be nosy, it serves a purpose, promise.
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( Holding up her arm, bloody elbow testament to her stumble. There's a pause, though, as heads to the lower level entryway, rather than the death stairs. It's the pause of steeling herself, like when you take a breath before jumping from a great height and crashing into the water. )
Um. Sarah and Cosima, they're identical to one another. All the clones are. Alison's gone home, now, but all of them are a match for one another. I think Cosima said they got some little quirks, like a... identifier, but the dna all matches up. I'm—
( Ha. She huffs out a sharp breath of laughter, and opens the door, a giant green thing with peeling paint. ) I'm not a clone. I'm a random coincidence in the great scheme of how screwed up this place is, but they kind of adopted me. And I roll with it for solidarity, yeah? 'Cause they're my family, even if they're... not.
( Her gaze is focused on the fridge, which she is moving towards. The kitchen, of all the places in the house, is probably the most complete looking. Lightly, like she didn't just expose a Horribly Painful Fact to a near stranger for the sake of effective security, ) Coke?
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[And he does, just an inch or so off the ground, and he's clearly thinking. He understands more about this than anyone who doesn't know his own strange history might think, considering he was sort of separated at birth from his weird birth.
Thanks, mom.
He's looking around the place a bit.]
Yeah, I get it. Trust me.
[His mouth flattens out a little, so he looks like he's thinking. He can secure this place in a lot of ways, but he thinks that this one might be the best.]
So I was thinking - if you don't mind giving me like a hair, and getting one from your sister, that I can make it so that any of you can change the wards on this place, and sort of code it to your DNA? That way, um. If any of your other sisters show up, they don't have to be added right away. It's a little complicated so it might take some time, though. And, uh.
I can put the ward right into the building and you can....pour...concrete? Uh. Board it up somehow? So that it doesn't get mussed at all.
Oh-
[Right. He should probably explain what it'll do.]
So there's two basic kinds of wards, the anyone can come in unless they mean harm one or the no one can come in unless they're on the list kind. Most people like the first one because it means they can live in a place without a problem.
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( At the very least, it makes sense from her very limited "sometimes I watched 90s fantasy dramas" perspective, so it sounds good enough to her. She's certainly not going to start picking at the theories of magical wards and charms and how they work. )
Um— I'll get Sarah's hairbrush in a bit, get you all kitted out with whatever you need. So long as you don't make a voodoo doll, or something.
( Her smile is sincere, if slight - not quite verging into self mocking, but definitely self aware. She shuts the fridge, a can of vanilla coke in each hand (because it's the best kind and the world can fight her), holding one out to Billy in offering. ) Sorry, I got a few questions. What does the first one do if someone enters with no will to harm, but things go south? And would it in theory be possible to have one within the other? I mean, have that first one kind of over the whole property, and then the second one on a specific part? Like a secret room, or something.
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[He's listening. He's also watching the can of vanilla coke, and he takes it gratefully, because magic burns a lot of calories.]
Well, if someone's in it can kick people out, uh. It'll teleport them if they start looking like they're getting violent? Unless its you or our sisters and for some reason you're beating each other up.
Well, even then, maybe, I'ld have to test that.
And yeah, I can set up as many wards in wards as you want. It'll be a little tricky, but-
[He shrugs. Boy created universes. Bubbles in bubbles is no big.]
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( A little dry, but also: yes, she totally wants to battle her sisters with water pistols, so she'll do it. )
I gotta run anything past Sarah before we go ahead, but I was thinking maybe bedrooms should have the special list thing - that's where we're most likely to be caught off guard, and then either the basement could be a saferoom, or there could be a sort of... magic room below the basement? Like a bunker, kind of, if you can make something like that. Magical access points, approved persons only, or something like that.
( She pauses, and frowns. ) If I have a friend with nullifying powers, could she accidentally fuck it all up?
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[God he misses Tommy.
God, he can't believe he just had the thought I miss Tommy. What a fucking world.]
I can do that too-
[And a pause.]
Is it Kitty Jones?
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( But her eyebrows raise a bit, and after a quick sip of soda, )
I do know Kitty, but I wasn't thinking of her, specifically. The other Jones is who I meant - Jessica?
( The one that's Not Dating me, she could dryly add, but she doesn't want Jessica to materialise out of nowhere and moodily glare her to death. Seems like a real risk. )
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[He shrugs.]
It might work on her. They work on Kitty, [he thinks] and she's pretty standard issue when it comes to depowering stuff. Even if it doesn't, she won't ruin it, that's for sure.
She might be able to walk through it, basically.
agh I'm so sorry, I had this tabbed and then lost it in a sea of having too many things open at once
Kind of what Jessica does, isn't it?
( It's meant fondly - Jessica Jones is kind of the type to power on through. Or de-power on through, as the case may be. )
Well, I'm happy with everything you're saying. I'll run it past Saroula - if we got people we want to add or remove from the specific clearance lists for our bedrooms or whatever place we give extra fortification can we do that ourselves, or do we gotta get in touch with you?
( A sip of coke, and she leans against the counter, which then makes a creaking sound, and she promptly straightens up from. ) I promise I'm working on making the actual place safer, too. Be a bit shit if we got it all fortified and then died because the bloody house isn't up to snuff, eh?
no worries!
Sure. You've got my number, come by the shop anytime.
[He looks around a little. There are a billion safety violations, but whatever, what does he know? The only thing he builds are magical structures designed for hermit crabs, so he's not one to talk.]
I don't know, this looks pretty good to me.
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I'll run grab the hair stuff before I forget, hang on. And, uh— when I get back, I'm gonna ask you about whether you can make cars crash proof, or something.
( Sarissa bounds a few steps, and vaults over the kitchen table instead of walking around it, because that's how she do - dramatic and not all that different to a kelpie needing to run off some energy, so that everything becomes an obstacle course. She's partway to the stairs when she calls back, ) Sit down, if you want. Just not on the blue chair, one of the legs keeps falling off.
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When she gets back he looks up at her.]
I can make it so it won't crumple in a crash but without me in it I can't actually make you not crash. Does that make sense?
[It does to Billy, certainly.]
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( She runs back down the stairs, hopping over the place she fell through a while ago, and then vaults the last bit over the railing holding up two hairbrushes and immediately going to grab ziplock bags and markers out of a drawer. She may be burning human garbage, but she can be organised garbage from time to time, and surely that meant something. As she speaks, she pulls hair from one brush, chucks it in a bag, labels it with her name, and then does the same with the other, labelling it with Sarah's.)
Honestly, what you do? Sounds pretty amazing. Much better than being a destructive human firework, I'll tell you. Being able to explode shit sounds cool in theory, but in practice? Not that helpful.
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[He rubs the top of his head.]
I mean, I can explode shit in practice too, but. Well.
Yeah my magic is pretty cool.
[He admits this calmly, but sort of sheepishly. Billy isn't altogether sure about his magic, but he does know it's pretty cool. His smile, then, is also kind of sheepish.
He takes the bag carefully, and nods.]
Okay, so. Um. Do you want to watch it?
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( Her own smile is teasing, though, even though there is something tamer about it than what might have been there a few weeks ago.
And with the question, Sarissa rocks back on her heels, trying to decide. ) I mean, it sounds cool. Kinda curious 'bout how it works, hey, but I um— I mean I get it, if havin' people watching while you work feels awkward, and that.
( She has another sip of her coke. ) Like when people are watching play jenga. The fuckin' worst.