(closed) may have been clouds or sun

[scholiast]

who: lucretia + ye
what: quick catch-all
when: august to september ish? good lord
where: here there everywhere
warnings: n/a will update if necessary

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[tevinteraltus]

Actually, a friend found it for me. [ He slides a slip of paper between the book's pages before flipping it closed and standing, coming around his desk to greet her properly. Even at work, Dorian came in style, and he smiles as he approaches her, motioning toward the table in question. ]

Well, not for me specifically. He bought it from a man over the network, because he's foolish and thinks nothing through, and the enchantment laid upon it left something to be desired. I offered to take the errant furniture off his hands, and so here we are.

[scholiast]

(By contrast, even at work, Lucretia is dressed for comfort over style; she spent a lot of her chronicling and fieldwork days in jeans and plain shirts. It worked for her then, it works for her now. Still, she does appreciate his own style. It's very Dorian.

As for the table...)

Interesting. (She looks at it askance, tapping her fingers on her chin.) I didn't know it was possible to enchant furniture to talk. (Maybe because she's never considered it before. Why would somebody bother??) Do you mind if I...?

[tevinteraltus]

[ Fashion thrown by the wayside for the time-being, she's talking about that table, now, and the scholarly endeavor of its very existence was more important.

That should tell anyone exactly how important Dorian feels education and intellectual exploration are. ]

There are magics from some realities capable of such a thing without the employ of spirits, it's true. Currently, I've been toying with the theory of it having been an aesthetic enchantment, something to enhance the table's appeal, as it inherits traits from its owner, and as it's aged it's...degraded, but it's only a working theory.

[ He steps around his desk and motions. ]

Be my guest.

[scholiast]

(She nods as he talks, half her mind on the conversation, half on inspecting the desk. It doesn't look out of the ordinary in any way; though she didn't expect to find a visual tell. Magic doesn't often leave traces... unless you use more to find them.

There's an awkward pause during which Lucretia reaches for her wand, and realises it isn't there any more. Then, she simply brings both hands up in front of her to cast detect magic...

to no effect.)

That's odd. (She hadn't been expecting that either.) It has no magical signature that I can detect. You've probably tried that too, correct?

[tevinteraltus]

I have, yes. [He only responds after her inspection is completed. Maker knows he hates interruptions.]

I can find no traces of runes or other means of embuement, but I also don't detect any spirits.

[scholiast]

(Bless him, this simple act of kindness does not go unnoticed.)

Interesting. So it's a challenge, then.

(She looks very excited by this possibility.)

[tevinteraltus]

Indeed, and a free one at that. Jeff was rather...putt off by the furniture's criticisms in regards to his mother.

[And as if on cue, the table pipes up again.]

Hey lady, that guy's mom's got nothin' on you. Where'd you get those pants, anyway? Fantasy Walmart?

[And Dorian slowly arches a delicate eyebrow.]

That was rather uncalled for.