(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

Comments

[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.)