Erik Magnus Lehnsherr {Magneto} (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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sixthiterationlogs2017-10-19 08:30 pm
frankensteinian) wrote in sixthiterationlogs2017-10-19 08:30 pm
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When life hands you lemon(-flavored trick)s
WHO: Erik Lehnsherr
WHERE: Near the inn
WHEN: October 19
OPEN TO: All
WARNINGS: None
Most days when he's about and about in the village, walking from one location to another, he doesn't mind it too much. It's a good way to enjoy the nice weather, and it's easy enough, most of the time, to find something to do to kill time if it's necessary to wait out a bit of bad weather. But now the weather is starting to turn, and there's a decidedly chilly feel to the air today. But it's not too terrible yet, and requires nothing more than wearing an extra layer or two. Good thing that clothes box from awhile back had that flannel shirt in it (even if he'd rather not look at that particular shirt).
Of course when he left the house, it hadn't been raining yet. He might have waited a bit longer if it had been, and he's got no waterproof layer. So he's attempting to get his outdoor tasks done as quickly as he can, although chopping firewood in most types of weather is a challenge. He manages it though, adding today's amount of wood to the pile of wood ready for burning to the pile outside the inn. He takes the ax back to where the extra tools are being stored, for anyone else who might have use of it.
Once he's done with that for the day, he wraps his shirt tighter around himself to keep out the wind and heads back to the inn, hopefully to find something warm to drink. He pauses when something catches his eye. Why hadn't he noticed that apple tree before? Especially with such nice-looking apples. It's been months since he's seen such fruit that looks that good.
He's suspicious of this place, and suspicious of everything given to them by this place, but this is just fruit on a tree. What can be wrong about that? As soon as he plucks it though, it turns from an apple into a sweet-looking treat. Which is weird, and he should leave it alone. But he won't. It's been so long since he's had a treat, either, and he misses those more than fruit.
As soon as he pops it into the mouth though, he knows exactly why he should have left it alone. Instead of sweet, it's like taking a bite out of a lemon as if it were an apple. Anyone walking past will see his face twist into an expression that shouldn't be on anyone's face, followed by a shake of the head like a dog drying off after a bath.
He really should have left it alone.
WHERE: Near the inn
WHEN: October 19
OPEN TO: All
WARNINGS: None
Most days when he's about and about in the village, walking from one location to another, he doesn't mind it too much. It's a good way to enjoy the nice weather, and it's easy enough, most of the time, to find something to do to kill time if it's necessary to wait out a bit of bad weather. But now the weather is starting to turn, and there's a decidedly chilly feel to the air today. But it's not too terrible yet, and requires nothing more than wearing an extra layer or two. Good thing that clothes box from awhile back had that flannel shirt in it (even if he'd rather not look at that particular shirt).
Of course when he left the house, it hadn't been raining yet. He might have waited a bit longer if it had been, and he's got no waterproof layer. So he's attempting to get his outdoor tasks done as quickly as he can, although chopping firewood in most types of weather is a challenge. He manages it though, adding today's amount of wood to the pile of wood ready for burning to the pile outside the inn. He takes the ax back to where the extra tools are being stored, for anyone else who might have use of it.
Once he's done with that for the day, he wraps his shirt tighter around himself to keep out the wind and heads back to the inn, hopefully to find something warm to drink. He pauses when something catches his eye. Why hadn't he noticed that apple tree before? Especially with such nice-looking apples. It's been months since he's seen such fruit that looks that good.
He's suspicious of this place, and suspicious of everything given to them by this place, but this is just fruit on a tree. What can be wrong about that? As soon as he plucks it though, it turns from an apple into a sweet-looking treat. Which is weird, and he should leave it alone. But he won't. It's been so long since he's had a treat, either, and he misses those more than fruit.
As soon as he pops it into the mouth though, he knows exactly why he should have left it alone. Instead of sweet, it's like taking a bite out of a lemon as if it were an apple. Anyone walking past will see his face twist into an expression that shouldn't be on anyone's face, followed by a shake of the head like a dog drying off after a bath.
He really should have left it alone.
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Shit. She'd never realized how much she missed food until she suddenly couldn't have it, any more. A serious drawback to being a vampire that was definitely not in the fine print.
Not that that would have stopped her at the time...
"What happened?" she asked, banishing the thought.
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This place has made him complacent. Or perhaps just desperate for any food that doesn't take hours to catch and prepare.
"It wasn't an apple. I'm not sure what it was."
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Even if that came with a side of ignoring common sense.
She walked over to the tree, staring up at the apples for a second. With a hesitant reach, she brushed her fingertips over one of the low-hanging apples, waiting for something to happen.
Nada.
More data was required. "What did it taste like?" she asked.
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Better not to dwell.
"The question is...is this operational condition or classical conditioning? Because if it's the former, then the apple may not change a second time." And here she though the social sciences were complete hokum.
Her fingertips hovered near the apple, twitching with the temptation to pick it. But did she really, really need to prove this place was fucked up? She already knew that. Everyone knew that.
So her arm fell to her side.
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"Maybe not from this tree. There have been some strange things going on around here lately." He hasn't seen all of them first-hand, or encountered every instance, but people talk. Especially when there are limited means of entertainment.
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Well. Fuck. The definition of insanity was doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a new result.
And no question, she was nucking futs.
"What else?" she asked, tilting her head.
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"I'm sure I've missed some, since I can't be everywhere at the same time, but I did hear about a man who got stuck with bunny ears and a tail. Someone else ended up with unusual hair color. Things of that sort."
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A tail and bunny ears, though. Now that sounded like priceless blackmail material.
Fun points of data.
No discernible pattern.
"Fun times..."