Fifty-Sixth Theory [Action]

[i_speak_softly]

((Forward-dated to Sunday the 26th, after the village has cleaned up from the ice storm.))


[That was a good last try, Winter, but you are rapidly losing your hold over this ectotherm. He was trapped in C5 for several days, after Luke Skywalker’s guests shook off their movie-marathon stupor to realize they were iced in, but since making it safely back to House 55 he’s been increasingly alert and moving around with greater purpose.]

[Today he put on his heated snowsuit and struck out across the snowy village to the library. He had found this puzzle-box among his things, and he wants to work on it without his housemates hanging over his shoulders.]

[He also wants to strike up a conversation with anyone who so much as glances at him. Cold weather and semi-torpor don’t present many opportunities for socializing, and the normally-quiet Turtle has a lot of pent-up conversation in need of an outlet. It won’t be at his normal intellectual level, but it should at least be better than it has been in recent weeks.]


((Feel free to help Don with the puzzle-box, but I don’t want it to be opened yet.))

Comments

[i_speak_softly]

"... Spelling?"

[herotypical]

"Nope. As in spells. Magic."

[i_speak_softly]

"You do magic?"

This is news. Buffy had always struck him as a serious, kick-butt-without-any-superpowers kind of person.

[herotypical]

"Do it? No. That's usually the domain of my...well -- I have a friend. You'd like her, actually. Really really smart. Like accepted-to-Oxbridge smart. And she's more the magically inclined one but she's not here and I need...

something."

[i_speak_softly]

Don is about to ask Can I meet her? but... oh.

"What do you want to use magic for?"

[herotypical]

"To solve a little...problem. Back home. N-not in my home, though. In case I go through with that tempting little offer we were given by His Blueness."