Oops? Well, maybe not. Something wrong is cooking.

[master_troven]

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.

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[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.

[master-troven.livejournal.com]

They do like that!

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

[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."

[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?"

[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."

[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..."

[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'?"

[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."

[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.

[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?"

[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.

[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."

[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."

[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.

[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.

[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.

[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."

[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?"

[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???"

[master-troven.livejournal.com]

"I HAVE NO IDEA! I HAVEN'T BOTHERED CHECKING!"

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

[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.