Event Twenty-One

[awashmods]

Sometimes I feel happy, Sometimes I feel sad. Sometimes I feel curious, Sometimes I feel mad. Sometimes I feel silly, Sometimes I feel surprised. How many feelings, Do I have inside?

t's another regular, normal day in the Town. There's absolutely nothing to show that anything could possibly be wrong; the birds are chirping, the sky is bright, and everything is absolutely, entirely wrong. This time, though? The problem is internal. Slowly, bit by bit, people are going to stop feeling entirely like themselves -- or maybe even stop feeling at all. And suddenly that nice, bright day doesn't seem quite so nice and not quite so bright any longer after all. Welcome to Awash's Twenty-First event log, everyone! Further information on this event can be found here at the OOC post. You are welcome to make your own logs and posts for this event! If there are any questions, please ask them here. Thank you!

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[artorian]

[ As if responding to Magilou's proximity, the toy rabbit twitches its wooden whiskers and flicks its ears. It's a mechanical toy through and through, but it begins to delicately hop toward her as if drawn. If she does nothing, it'll keep hopping until it can make its way onto her lap as if asking to be doted on.

Satisfied with the growing fire in the stove, Saber turns to watch Magilou and the rabbit from the kitchen. ]

A clever toy, is it not? It is charged with spiritual energy, so it gravitates toward anything that possesses it.

[witchual]

[ The toy finds a path to her lap, and Magilou stares at it for a moment, perplexed. She's no stranger to moving magical objects, but to find such a... cute thing in Saber's home is completely unexpected.

All she does is watch it, until she turns her attention to Saber at the sound of her voice. Eventually, the rabbit settles into Magilou's lap, its ears flicked forward to allow her access, and she absentmindedly strokes its head as it sinks forward. ]

So it's recognized my great magical resonance, is that it? Good taste. [ It's a proud statement, much more like herself than she's been all day. ] Witches have a history with cats, but a rabbit is a decent enough stand-in. Where'd you get this little guy?

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[artorian]

[ There's something gratifying about seeing Magilou relaxing with the rabbit. She may not be her usual grandstanding self, but Saber thinks there's a goodness in tranquility as well. ]

In truth, it belongs to my housemate Lan Wangji, who in turn received it from a compatriot of his named Wei Wuxian.

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[artorian]

[ Here Saber looks slightly tired, as she always feels tired to her soul when thinking of Wei Wuxian. ]

Wuxian created it from scratch. He is a clever and creative man, if [ annoying, super annoying, infuriating ] somewhat difficult to handle.

[witchual]

[ Doesn't that sound familiar to everyone Saber knows... Magilou smirks, scratching behind the rabbit's mechanical ears lazily. ]

You're corralling a veritable hoard of misfits, aren't you? [ If anyone could handle the most difficult people, it's Saber, she figures. ] Pretty soon this place is going to have an entire zoo of mechanical animals, from the sounds of your combined company. No more leftovers to eat after all the beasts get a taste.

[ Not that mechanical animals eat, probably, but. Still!! The rabbit is a technological marvel to Magilou, and it seems perfectly at home in Saber's house with her and her housemate, like it makes up for the lack of decor otherwise. It's oddly charming. ]

[artorian]

[ An entire collection of cute mechanical animals wouldn't bother her at all............

But unless Wei Wuxian goes on a gifting bender toward Lan Wangji, it won't happen. Saber refuses to go to Wei Wuxian for anything. There's no timeline in which he wouldn't tease her mercilessly for any hint of softness she showed around him.

She snorts a quiet hmph at the thought of it. ]

I would much prefer living animals. A steady horse and a faithful hound, to begin with.

[witchual]

I had you pegged for a dog person, so that one doesn't surprise me.

[ The idea of Saber being drowned in cute mechanical animals does, though... At least on a surface level. ]

A horse, though... How fitting. A broad, white stallion, running with the wind through its hair and a pep in its step. It might be tough to keep both a horse and a witch on your food budget, but you and your housemate seem like you have everything covered.

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[artorian]

[ Saber blinks, just once, because Magilou has perfectly described one of her two horses. The woman is good... ]

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[artorian]

I think we will be able to manage. Unless witches harbor a secret hunger for hay, your portion would remain uncontested.

[ The food is... warm enough probably, so Saber scoops a healthy helping into a bowl and sets it on the living room table with a spoon for Magilou. It's strangely colored, like most things are here, but it's well-composed (minus the garnish because that's well beyond Saber). It's a delicately flavored fish soup with egg, vegetables, and mushrooms to give it substance. ]

But in this scenario, would you be equal to my pet or my lord? With the amount I serve you, one is as likely as the other.

[ Her delivery is as dry as it could be, but she smiles small but warm. ]

[witchual]

[ Once again, Saber has saved Magilou's stomach, and subsequently the day. Truly, not all heroes wear capes. Magilou reaches for the spoon once Saber has set it down, stirring up the soup before. ]

A little of both! I could play each part perfectly well, I've worn tons of hats in my life. Can't say I've ever eaten hay, even when I was locked up for unlicensed witchcraft, but I won't be greedy if it's free.

[ She can steal the horse's portion. Don't think she won't, she has no standards!!

With a satisfied smirk on her face, Magilou leans over the table to take her first bite, led with a gracious helping scooped onto her spoon. The moment it hits her tongue, it warms her up from the inside out, the fish and vegetables in a perfectly flavored harmony, both hearty and delicious. The smirk is replaced with a smile - a much more genuine one than she's given all day. ]

[artorian]

Hm... Unlicensed witchcraft does sound very much like you.

[ Magilou's nature is much like true magic: poorly defined, unpredictable, and uncontrollable, but a humbling sight nevertheless. Of course someone vivid with magic would play poorly with the rules thrust upon them.

And! Saber identifies strongly with Magilou's expression upon tasting the soup. Well-cooked food is a blessing. Her smile grows in response to Magilou's. ]

It seems like your usual self is returning. That is a relief.

[witchual]

I'm not the only one going back to normal around here.

[ She doesn't miss the confidence in those words, the previously-meek Saber in front of her dissipating in favor of the smile she shows now. Maybe good company can help every so often; even Magilou can admit that to herself, with her personality returning to her. ]

Look at that. I guess there's not much that good food can't help.