[open] october catch-all | paperback dreams in their deep doze

[manlet]

Who: Andersen & you!
When: Post-Fright Night
Where: All over the place.
What: A spell gone wrong, an attempt to strongarm someone to do the heavy lifting, a discreet advertisement, and causing a scene.
Warnings: Possible references to body horror/injuries.

ONE | SLOW DOWN, IT'S A SCIENCE | THE COVEN

[For all his bellyaching, Andersen can be a diligent student when he wants to be. This month's focus is on enchantment - a form of magic that's closest to his original powers. But he never had to think to cast his spells. They were an intrinsic part of him, natural and fleeting, and he finds himself scratching his head over the formulas more often than not.

This weekend, he's testing an enhancement spell on his own book. He intended to strengthen the lock but instead the damn thing sprouts legs and begins running away!

Better watch out. A book may just try to hide behind you as its furious master skids around the corner, caterwauling:]

Seize it! Don't let it get away!

TWO | SNAKE EYED, WITH A SLY SMILE | PARLIAMENTARY RECORDS

[So you're looking for a book. As it turns out, there's a small gremlin who's camped out between two shelves, surrounded by tons of volumes. There's enough to surround him like a miniature set of disarrayed castle walls - books on Aefenglom's history, on politics, on geography - can he even finish all of these in one sitting? If you're close enough, you'll notice that Andersen's legs are tightly bandaged up.

He raises his head from the massive book he's got set in his lap and squints.]

I was beginning to wonder when they'd send an assistant to help me.

[He slams shut the volume with his thumb as a bookmark and gestures to the pile on his left.]

Help me carry these to the front desk.

THREE | WANNA PLAY CHEAT NOW | EVERYWHERE

[A message goes out on the network, simple and sweet:]

Name: Hans Christian Andersen
Date: Octeuril 21
Format: Text

Looking for a handyman for a long-term job. If you know how to use tools, you're a candidate. If you're the type who can keep their yap shut, you're halfway to being hired. Contact me and I'll set up an interview.

FOUR | WE CAN HOLD YOU | THE SHOPPING DISTRICT

A - This will be a three-way thread with Andersen & Dantes. One reply only please!!

[With some spare change on the side, Andersen figured he may as well see what the more fashionable stores were selling. If he was to mingle with the blue-blooded society surrounding the Coven, then he'll have to at least dress the part - even if he can't afford it at the moment. It's why he invites his Bonded to come do a little window shopping, so he may hear his opinions on what style would best appeal to the bougie.

Andersen's been to this particular shop a few times. He's never bought anything, though he's chat up some of the staff before. Only, this time, things have changed. The mist has left people jittery and it isn't long before the store owner shows up to stiffly ask Andersen to leave.

--that Dantes is not asked does not escape Andersen's notice. Though the mist transformed them all, his companion has the benefit of having no monstrous parts and his identity a secret. Andersen has made his status as a Mirrorbound known to too many people. He sets down the shirt he was looking at.]

Or what? You're a coward, without the muscles or guts to throw me out.

[Andersen speaks loudly so he can be heard. People stop to listen. The storekeeper retorts that he'll have his security throw him out for being a threat.]

A threat-- [Andersen looks about, incredulous.] Do you hear what this fool is saying! You--

[He picks the first person he sees, sweeps his arms at all of himself.]

Do I look like a threat to you?

[It doesn't seem like this situation is going to deescalate anytime soon...]


B - After causing a scene...

[What happened has pricked at his pride, though he doesn't have the courage to admit it. He wanders off on his own, squanders some money on (non-alcoholic) drinks, and sits by a fountain where he glumly sips his overly-sweet soda. At one point, he spots you and offers one, cap first.]

There's a fortune printed inside. [He says it with the joy of a man forced to kiss someone's boot.] Maybe yours will be better than mine.