[IC] Misc. Open Post

[curriculum_fictae]

For various overflow, misc. threads that don't fit on the comms they're for, etc.

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[hijoperdido]

You have no idea.

[He pets at one of the rats, then looks at it, gesturing between him and Martin.]

No, but I mean - He ma not even like it? He'll probably look at it and think 'oh no this is bad you're bad luck," and whatever happens is gonna be my fault somehow.

[Just... Habit.]

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Uh. Martin just sort of. Stares at that. ]

... you aren't bad luck, and we are definitely doing this if the alternative is you talking to rats.

[hijoperdido]

Hey - they're my friends, and they're good listeners.

[But for all that, he's already setting the food aside and getting ready to go through the wall-tunnel.]

[curriculum_fictae]

Fine. Your friends who are very good listeners, and still objectively rats.

[ Martin moves to follow him then. ]

[hijoperdido]

[He peeks out first - still empty house. Must be a busy day out there today. Then starts sneaking his way down the hall and up the stairs to the little alcove of his door. A sssssslow deep breath before he opens it and steps inside, ushering Martin in and closing it quickly after.]

Casita can't really- really do anything in here? So it's just us.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Through the colourful house, then, and down the hall, and up the stairs, and ...

And into a sandy antechamber. Martin glances back at the safety of the house, and then forward at the curtain of sand ahead. ]

Is it safe? It - it is your room, so it has to be safe, right?

[hijoperdido]

Eehhhh. [He waves one hand.] Mas y menos. The worst part is just going through this first door.

[curriculum_fictae]

I don't know what that means but I am concerned.

[ He comes up to that door? ]

[hijoperdido]

[The sand is hissing down nonstop and Bruno walks up and sticks his hand through it, letting it fall between his fingers.]

It doesn't turn off, you just gotta go through.

[curriculum_fictae]

... All right. It's just sand, that's - probably fine.

[ He takes a breath and goes through -

and, you know, predictably tumbles down the other side. ]

[hijoperdido]

[Okay Bruno does smile a little at that before taking one solid step after him, letting himself fall straight down into the pile.]

Not so bad, right?

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Martin's red hair pops back up out of the sand. ]

Y-you could have warned me about that first step!

[hijoperdido]

I told you it was the toughest part, and you stepped through before I could.

[He shakes out his ruana and starts sliding down the pile. And then starts walking to the wall opposite of the stairs, just barely hidden at the edge of the sand pile.]

This way.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Martin grumbles under his breath, but just hauls himself back up. ]

Right, fine, well as long as the rest of this is...

[ He says, just now catching sight of those stairs UP. ]

Easy?

[hijoperdido]

Oh yeah, this is easy.

[He tugs a couple vines out of the rocks before tugging at a door here on the ground floor, big and round like the one upstairs. Just inside is another smaller entry room with a couple chairs, shelves along with different hourglasses all having completed their time. The door beyond opens to a larger room with a door on the left and a door on the right. But in front are more shelves with different small panes of green glass with different images in them.]

Lesse...

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Oh. OH. Martin INSTANTLY looks relieved at that. He was picturing having to go all the way up. Who would even want to live like that?

He gladly follows Bruno in, then, his eyes widening at all the green glass. ]

This is where you lived before?

[hijoperdido]

Uh yeah. Yep, this is my room, just for me, made for me when I got my gift.

[There are a couple chairs to sit in, and a skylight above with a fake night sky, but Bruno is ignoring those and going to the door to the left, cracking it open. The room inside is dark and he ducks in quickly.]

Just - maybe don't touch anything.

[curriculum_fictae]

Wait. So this is like - a magical bedroom?

[ He sits very primly in one of those chairs, then, keeping his hands in his lap. (Though he does eye that green glass curiously.)]

[hijoperdido]

Uh huh. All of us when we get are gifts, Casita makes us a bedroom. They're all different.

[He come back, nudging that door open a little wider with one shoulder and a wooden box in both hands. Not even waiting, he sits on the floor with it and starts digging through. A few different green panes he sets aside with different images until he gets to one close to the bottom-]

Aha! Mira, mira.

[He carefully holds it up to Martin, showing in that same green holographic looking image the same scene Martin's photo had.]

I had this vision when I was nine.

[curriculum_fictae]

That's amazing ...

[ Why didn't the Archives make them magical bedrooms??

... actually no that would be terrible. He can just picture what his room would be: a void filled with fog.

He leans over, peering at the glass. Blue eyes going wide. ]

That - that is my bakery. How - why? Is there more?

[hijoperdido]

I told you why, it's a vision, I don't explain them they just happen.

But for that one, no. It's one panel per vision.

[curriculum_fictae]

Did you have any others around the same time?

[ He keeps tilting that pane of glass back and forth. ]

[hijoperdido]

[As he does, the image shifts. Normal Jonah Sitting With A Cat to A Shadow With Many Eyes Sitting With A Cat.]

I mean, yeah, I used to do visions all the time but I dunno. Eventually I only started doing them when people asked me.

[He pulls out another one from the box, this one of a giant eye in the sky looking down at Casa de Madrigal. His own hand trembles around it before he sets it down and looks at some of the others.]

Just, y'know, visions are bad luck and I make bad things happen so. So just better to only do it when I'm asked, right?

[curriculum_fictae]

[ That… okay that’s creepy but not surprising, so it’s fine right?

And then he sees the Eye staring down at this place and nearly lets out a noise of terror. ]

Th - that one. There. Did you see it exactly like that?

[hijoperdido]

[He winces, still not looking at it. But nods.]

Yeah. That's how I saw it.