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It was really bound to happen.

Phoenix was always telling him that he needed to be more careful That he needed to watch where he put his socks. That he should have his labratory there. And that he should stop drinking prune juice because it made his breath smell funny. But that last one had absolutely nothing to do with what just happened. Neither did the socks. But Phoenix did mention them constantly.

Of course this probably at all doesn't explain the sudden explosion from the lab. Strange colored smoke starts leaking out from under the door. Every where it touches warps into queer and unusual wallpaper patterns. Even the light bulbs. Likely some part of the new wallpaper is rather like the sort found in Willy Wonka's factory complete with snozzleberry.

A few moments after the smoke starts, Alec bolts out of the room and slams the door shut.

He could be heard cursing in strange and unusual languages as he worked on locking the door. Really, really locking the door. In several dimensions and in several undimensions.

Strangely, perhaps, an 'oops' wasn't heard right before the explosion.

Date: 2010-05-12 04:34 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ashes-ascended.livejournal.com
That prune juice thing... might not get so mentioned any more, not now Sam's convinced his dad that it's actually quite nice, and he's quietly been experimenting with it in the study, as a bourbon mixer.

More curious than perturbed about the sudden noise... it's that kind of household. Phoenix wanders out to, firstly appreciate the effects - secondly, to realise Alec's totally locking the door.

"Balrog?" It's the first thing that comes to mind offhand.

Date: 2010-05-12 04:36 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] master-troven.livejournal.com
"Mmm? Oh. Um. Yes?" he lies as he continues locking the door.

Twelfth dimension...

Date: 2010-05-12 04:44 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ashes-ascended.livejournal.com
Okay, so the last one caused all manner of damage, but what's a little rubble to someone of Alec's capabilities? There's also something not terribly convincing about the response.

"Darling. That's not your Balrog expression."

Date: 2010-05-12 04:50 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] master-troven.livejournal.com
He pauses for a moment, and leans against the door.

"I have a Balrog expression?" Yes, even in this semi-panicked state he will pause to ponder trivialities.

Date: 2010-05-12 04:56 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ashes-ascended.livejournal.com
"Yeah, sure you do. It's kinda.." He fails somewhat to pull the face, but sort of gives up, because something else has occurred to him. "Summoning doesn't usually happen with a loud bang."
Edited Date: 2010-05-12 04:57 pm (UTC)

Date: 2010-05-12 05:01 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] master-troven.livejournal.com
"Usually."

He hasn't moved from the door.

Date: 2010-05-12 05:17 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ashes-ascended.livejournal.com
"Spill." Phoenix crosses his arms, planting himself stubbornly against the opposite wall, but keeping a wary eye on the door.

The living room door opens a crack, and Sam peeks out, having heard the noise but listening at the door first. "Do we need to evacuate yet?"

Date: 2010-05-12 05:25 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] master-troven.livejournal.com
Distraction!

"No Sam, we're all good here. Go finish your homework... or play outside... or... something."

There may or may not be sparkles coming from under the door.

Date: 2010-05-12 05:39 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ashes-ascended.livejournal.com
"There's er, stuff.." Sam points at bottom of the door.

"Go pay Grandma a visit for an hour, baby." Oh yes, Phoenix will play it cautious whenever Sammy's concerned. Sam seems happy about being excused homework, and disappears with a grin to find his teleport.

"And what is that, exactly?" Phoenix asks, re the mysterious sparkly 'stuff' edging away from the door some. VERY reluctant to let anything touch him.

Date: 2010-05-12 05:47 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] master-troven.livejournal.com
Alec still hasn't moved away from the door, though he's glad Sam has been sent away. He doesn't know if an hour is enough.

Well, if not, they can always call.

"Vampire dust?"

Date: 2010-05-12 06:15 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ashes-ascended.livejournal.com
Oh fucking gods, that's just too horrible to contemplate. "Sparklepire? You.. Why do I.. HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?"

Date: 2010-05-13 01:15 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] master-troven.livejournal.com

"... I don't know?" He's still looking shifty eyed. And it doesn't smell like sparklepire.

It smells kinda cloyingly sweet. Like the sort of thing that'll give you a toothache.

Date: 2010-05-13 03:54 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ashes-ascended.livejournal.com
He knows that shifty look far too well. So Phoenix grabs at Alec's collar, half pissed, half.. okay slightly panicked.. "What. The. Fuck. IS IT?". Alright, so that was a tad too high-pitched to sound fully in control.

"Contagious? Poisonous? Humiliating? I'M NOT spending another three days looking like a freakin' PIXIE"

Date: 2010-05-13 08:12 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] master-troven.livejournal.com
The collar is grabbed, and Alec flails a little as he loses his balance.

"It's... not... well it might be contagious, it's not poisonous or humiliating," he says. "It's ... not like that at all."

Date: 2010-05-13 08:16 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ashes-ascended.livejournal.com
He does attempt to support Alec a little. As it's nto a full scale row.

Yet.

"Okay, that narrows it down. Dangerous? Alec! What is it?" Phoenix takes a slow breath, counting to ten. "I promise I won't get mad."

Date: 2010-05-13 08:20 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] master-troven.livejournal.com
There's a crying noise from the other side of the door. It sounds like the chiming of bells, sweet and tinkling. There may also be gurgling.

"Um..."

Date: 2010-05-13 08:27 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ashes-ascended.livejournal.com
Alas, the audible, and olfactory clues are failing to enlighten the angel.

Could be the Bourbon he's consumed?

"Tell. Me. Could be kinda important."

Date: 2010-05-13 08:28 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] master-troven.livejournal.com
"OneoftheSuejarsfellintosomethingIwasworkingonandnowthere'saSuebabyintheLab"

>.>

Date: 2010-05-13 08:36 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ashes-ascended.livejournal.com
"WHAAAAT?" It's very nearly a scream. No. No it is a definite scream. Phoenix leaps away from the lab door - and from Alec - like a scalded hen.

"No. NO! How could you let that happen?? Fuck! Kill it! KILL THE MOTHERFUCKER! ... Wait. Did you say contagious???"

Date: 2010-05-14 08:19 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ashes-ascended.livejournal.com
"How? How contagious? In what way contagious?" He's automatically pulling the blaster from his belt.

"I don't wanna be a ... one of those. Or get a dose of male pregnancy.. or... Open the door. Let me shoot the motherfucker."

Date: 2010-05-14 08:23 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] master-troven.livejournal.com
"You won't be able to kill it. It's in the uber-cute stage. It'd be like shooting kittens."

He pauses. "You'll just want to love it and cuddle it and think it's the most wonderful thing ever."

Date: 2010-05-14 08:27 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ashes-ascended.livejournal.com
"If it's got violet eyes, it's DEAD." Okay. Probably best to take Alec's advice on this.

"Well... how.. what's the usual thing to do?"

Date: 2010-05-14 08:36 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] master-troven.livejournal.com
"Um. Hide?" He's not being very helpful right now. "Hope it starves? Though then it might become some sort of undead thingy."

Alec thinks for a moment. "I wonder if we could age it until it's a teenager and then get it to die a tragic death. They love those."

Date: 2010-05-14 08:54 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ashes-ascended.livejournal.com
"No. No undead suebabies. We don't wanna be responsible for sparkly zombies."

Phoenix nods, playing with the blaster. That sounds feasible. "Or get it outta here and get it adopted?" They like that too.

He doesn't want the bloody thing dying in his arms.

Date: 2010-05-15 04:02 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] master-troven.livejournal.com
They do like that!

"Who do we hate enough to do that to?" he wonders.

Date: 2010-05-15 10:27 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ashes-ascended.livejournal.com
"There's a couple of names spring immediately to mind, but those are against The Rules." He backs away again, Phoenix really doesn't much like the look of that sparkly stuff.

"Oh!" Then a flash of the most awesome inspiration hits him like a brick in the face. "Oh gods... Alec! This. Is a fucking golden opportunity."

Date: 2010-05-16 06:11 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] master-troven.livejournal.com
Alec makes ineffectual kicks at the sparkles which leak insidiously from under the door.

"You want to give her to Norrin?"

Date: 2010-05-16 09:21 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ashes-ascended.livejournal.com
"Norrin?" He genuinely hadn't though of that. "Hm. We'll call that plan B."

"Noooo.. nono. We'll age her up, give her what they love! A story. Mysterious old cottage between dimensions; tragic, haunted being in possession of the kitchen table! Lonely piper, condemned never to rest. She'll love it!"

Why yes. He's quite prepared to use this to solve the wee small domestic problem of a noisy kitchen. "They'll spend forever gazing into each other's eyes and being emo. It's perfect."

Date: 2010-05-16 11:35 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] master-troven.livejournal.com
Awww... Alec likes that plan. Yes, he is still annoyed at the shiny man.

"I don't think a cranky old Scottish bagpiper is good romance material..."

Date: 2010-05-16 11:40 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ashes-ascended.livejournal.com
Phoenix is currently undergoing some very odd mixed feelings about Norrin.

"Have you ever actually seen what he looks like? Can't we de-age him or somethin'?"

Date: 2010-05-16 11:44 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] master-troven.livejournal.com
Phoenix is very good about going through odd mixed feelings about people. He'll draw the line at having the man in bed though. The three of them. If Phoenix really wanted to he could shag Norrin but honestly, Alec doesn't see why he'd want to.


"You can't de-age a ghost and I can't bring people back from the dead."

Date: 2010-05-16 11:54 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ashes-ascended.livejournal.com
Now that particular three-in-a-bed is a recipe for disaster if ever there was one. He's confused. JUST confused. And will pout, and avoid the subject if...

Okay. Things to deal with.

"Huh. Pity. I'd love a peaceful breakfast. You sure he's old? Maybe he died young - and his being dead is great.. he'll manifest himself for her.. 'cuz he will, 'cuz she's special. And they'll be doomed never to be able to touch, kiss or all that stuff." He's clearly having trouble letting go of the idea.

Date: 2010-05-17 12:02 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] master-troven.livejournal.com
The subject is being completely ignored in Alec's particular reality.

"I'm sure he's old. He's called us all youngen's," he says. "Besides even so, how is he going to get out of the table?"

Date: 2010-05-17 12:17 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ashes-ascended.livejournal.com
"He must have some kinda physical manifestation. How do we know he can't get out of the table? You've tried changing the tables, he got into the new one."

He's beginning to give up on that one, and takes out his frustration by aiming the blaster at the sparkle-dust, firing, and burning several holes in the floor.

Date: 2010-05-17 12:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] master-troven.livejournal.com
He only changed tables at Phoenix's request.

"Well... he only seems to go into kitchen tables in places that I live." Alec scratches his chin. "Maybe he's haunting me."

"You're fixing that."

Date: 2010-05-17 12:29 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ashes-ascended.livejournal.com
His next request is going to be consigning the damned table to the back yard.

"Okay, fine. We're gonna have to age her up and pack her off to boarding school. Or do that there tragic death thing you mentioned. Or fucking kill the bitch ourselves...!" More firing... He does have some immunity to these creatures, but is still very unhappy about the contagious nature of the dust.

"Don't worry, I'll fix it, okay? After."

Date: 2010-05-17 12:33 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] master-troven.livejournal.com
"We could send her somewhere, claim it's Hogwarts, they like that, or Middle Earth or something... and it's really a black hole."

That and the dust leaves a stain.

Date: 2010-05-17 02:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ashes-ascended.livejournal.com
"That'll do. Anything. Wait. Can't you just stick her in a jar? How hard can that be?"

He does actually quit with the ineffective strategy of shooting at things.

Date: 2010-05-18 05:40 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] master-troven.livejournal.com
Alec is about to reply, mostly on the range of "You're no fun" when a sweet voice comes from the other side of the door.

"Daddy? Where are you daddy?"

"Fuck," Alec says.

Date: 2010-05-18 08:09 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ashes-ascended.livejournal.com
"Fuck." Phoenix agrees. and sticks his fingers in his ears. "She's aging!"

"You're not to open the motherfucking door until she's in her nineties."

Date: 2010-05-24 08:03 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] master-troven.livejournal.com
Alec gives Phoenix the most level look he can level at the other man.

"Phoenix. Darling. Love of some of my lives. How old are you?"

Date: 2010-05-25 04:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ashes-ascended.livejournal.com
Phoenix is not at his most level today. Alas. But he gets Alec's general meaning. He thinks.

"You've created a motherfuckin' IMMORTAL???"

Date: 2010-05-25 05:49 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] master-troven.livejournal.com
"I HAVE NO IDEA! I HAVEN'T BOTHERED CHECKING!"

Really, why does Phoenix think he keeps them in jars?

Date: 2010-05-26 04:41 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ashes-ascended.livejournal.com
"PUT IT IN A GODS-DAMNED JAR! PLEASE! Darling."

Bizarrely perhaps, he's never associated things living in jars with immortality.

With the possible exception of Ori.

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