(closed) god, it’s been a hell of a week

[scholiast]

who: lucretia + others (hmu if you'd like a starter!)
what: catch all for a couple things + canon update time :)
when: end of aug start of sep
where: here there everywhere
warnings: will be updated if they occur

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[ohhmrburnsides]

I mean, I won't deny that. [He loves to boast.] But building furniture and carving figurines are kind of a different world from each other.

I'd love to! Only if you don't mind sharing.

[scholiast]

Yeah, no kidding. Are they quite small animals?

(She's trying to imagine him working with such a small medium and it's a funny mental image. His hands are so big!)

Course not. (She moves a little closer to him as she opens the journal to show him, flipping past each page that only has writing on it, endless lines of loopy cursive. Most pages either have a little doodle or sketch somewhere on them: eventually she finds her double page watercolour of the river and stops there so he can see.)

[ohhmrburnsides]

About yae big? [He waves his hands in a circular motion that, honestly, does not provide a solid visual of any particular size.

He leans over to get a good view of her notebook. He's impressed.]

Whoa, that's good stuff. How long have you been painting?

[scholiast]

That wasn't– how big is this, in exact terms?

(She waves her free hand around in the air, copying him, but she's laughing while she does it. She's missed this.)

Thank you! It's not finished yet, but it's coming along. I've been painting for almost... (she puffs her cheeks out, then exhales in a rush, eyes wide,) fifty years, I guess? Oh, wow. That's a long time.

[ohhmrburnsides]

Like, uh... [He puts genuine thought into this very obvious answer:] About duck-sized.

Fifty? There's no way. You're not that old.

[scholiast]

Oh, so true-to-life. (She likes that. It's a very Magnus answer.

His confusion has her sniggering into a fist.)

You're right, I'm actually... sixty-three. Not bad huh.

[ohhmrburnsides]

Sixty-three? [He laughs.] You're pulling my leg.

Oh—unless you're part elf or something. [Suddenly he's worried he may have offended.] I just assumed you're a human. Because the... ears.

[scholiast]

(It takes her a moment to answer for laughing; she can't wait to tell Taako and Lup this.)

No, I'm not part-elf; it's the mission that I'm on. (She actually still has her little IPRE logo lapel pin fastened to her bag out of habit: she shows him now.)

We're stuck in a year-long loop and have been for around thirty-five years now, so add that to my body's age and you get sixty-three.

every time u use that icon i

[ohhmrburnsides]

[What he hears is more like: I'm not part elf; it's th---------'m on. We're stuck in a y-------dd that to my body's age and you get sixty-three. He can see that there's a design on her badge, but the image doesn't even seem to register. He ends up staring at the badge for a moment after the exchange, trying to figure out why he's so confused, but gives up.]

So you were definitely talking just now, but, uh, I don't know how kshckhkshh is supposed to make any sense. ... But I'm not the best at math.

does it Hurt You

[scholiast]

(Aw dunk, she's an idiot. Lucretia, unsure of how exactly to proceed, simply closes her fist around the little lapel pin and looks at him helplessly.

Maybe she can just bullshit her way outta this one, hold on.)

... Where I'm from kshckhkshh is a unit standard measure of about thirty-five.

(CLOSE ENOUGH)

:')

[ohhmrburnsides]

[With this information, Magnus actually attempts to calculate this equation with the thirty-five factored in. He gives it an honest-to-god Try, but ultimately fails and laughs it off.]

Yeah, I am very bad at math. Oh well. I believe you about your age.

For now. [He casts a (joking) suspicious look on her.]

[scholiast]

(Oh, he bought that? Bless him. Lucretia nods slowly, and while he's busy with calculating everything she quietly takes the pin off of her bag and stores it in her pocket.)

Thanks. It's just a magic thing, you know?

(She casts a shower of sparks in the air with prestidigitation, and shrugs.)