WE'RE STILL HERE AND THAT'S WHAT MATTERS FOR GRUMP'S SAKE

[ahelpingpaw]

[Well today was quite the unusual way. Filbo pretty much went into his room and collapsed on his bed and just fainted because hey, everything that happened? It's overwhelming. Bluuuuuuuh.

A few hours later, once he recovered somewhat, Filbo just goes and gets paper. This is a ridiculous situation, but...hey, no matter what, stuff needs to be done]

I know today was a really weird day, but let's try to gather and see what happens. There will be ice cream at the ice cream parlor in half an hour. With everything that happened we really should try to at least not forget we need to stick together for whatever reason.

---Filbo Fiddlepie (pawprint)

[Geez.

Well, he goes and does exactly what he said: this time it isn't booze, it's all kinds of ice cream available for anyone who comes. The tables all have spoons and water because really, this is going to be a whole lot of sugar for everyone. Better this than alcohol, especially since things clearly have gone off the rails one way or another, so may as well gorge yourself with ice cream and try to gather your wits for whatever the next week can bring]

Comments

[magycks]

Call what even, exactly? I didn't call that revenant in, he was obviously already here, and that's a group thing anyway.

[ But okay, she's producing the pistol! Wow, that was easy — oh, it's unloaded. It was not unloaded this time last week.

Magica did not know how to remove a clip from a gun as of this morning, and presumably was just imitating whatever Yeager did, minus two fingers, so please feel free to imagine however the fuck she accomplished this as a long montage of failure set to her most natural theme music. ]

[jibunwo]

Calm down. I just meant that I don't want to owe you anything for the gun.

[...magica......]

...I'm compelled to ask where the ammunition went, you realize.

[magycks]

Well, after that hissyfit in the courtroom, I was going to sort of hold out on you in case of an after-trial massacre, but that was before whatever this is. It's simple: you explain the eye, and I'll give you the ammunition.

[jibunwo]

[...Unfortunately, that seemed fair.]

I made a deal with an immortal witch for power. She calls it Geass, or 'the power of the king'. It manifests differently in those who utilize it, and I can't turn mine off anymore.

...At least, I couldn't before I got here. It doesn't work at the moment.

[magycks]

[ Well, this is a normal explanation by her standards! Sometimes you are an immortal witch for power, and sometimes you just gotta take what you can get. But the bit he sticks in at the end... hmm! ]

So what you're really saying is the moment is ripe for a week where our powers just happen to go on the fritz. [ That said, she's rifling through her cloak already. Where... where did she put that clip........ ] How does it manifest in you?

[jibunwo]

And that's why I've kept it covered until now. If nothing else happens tonight with whatever that thing was, I'll put the eyepatch back on just in case.

Does it matter how mine works?

[magycks]

Look, just because I don't care if you accidentally obliterate someone with your laser eye doesn't mean it's not a valid concern.

[jibunwo]

[Deadpan, because he doesn't believe he has to say this:] ...It doesn't shoot lasers.

[magycks]

Right, so that's one option off the list.

[jibunwo]

You're really going to make me say it if I want to shoot that thing in Jack's body?

[magycks]

You're really being evasive about a power that's not active or relevant.

... Besides, it's not like damaging his meat suit's going to do anything. Jack's body is just another puppet for his master to manipulate. Shoot out his kneecaps and he'll probably start levitating.

[jibunwo]

Maybe not. But it'd make the body more of a pain to use and make me feel a little better.

[SIGH.]

...It's a power of compulsion.

[magycks]

[ suddenly remembering trial four: ]

Ohhhhhhhhh.