Open Log - I feel like I should be cackling

[inferiority_complex]

Who: Chris Halliwell and you (OPEN)
When: August till event
Where: Solvunn and Horizon
What: Witchy shit
Warnings: weird ass ingredients. Beware of pigs feet.

Will match prose or brackets. Plot with me over at caletara

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[inferiority_complex]

Holy crap, a talking raccoon.

[Chris looked at the ingredients he had set up, eyebrows quirking upward, taking in the racoon who was totally a figment of his imagination. Honestly though, he thought his subconscious would come up with something different. Maybe a family member. A demon. Why a talking raccoon? Brains were weird.]

I'm high. I'm totally high. Something in here is hallucinogenic. Holy fucking crap. Sure, I'll just talk to my hallucination. This is great. Does my hallucination know where to find powdered toad, burdock root or anise? Cloves or bay leaves? Maybe some glass bottles?

[He looked over the ingredients he had set up again, various animal organs and body parts he had liberated from the animal, or asked nicely to take, roots and herbs and anything else he'd been able to scrounge up without an actual occult shop, Walmart or basic civilization nearby. He held up a root.] Maybe this isn't parsnip?

[respiting]

[ It's a damned good thing Rocket now understands his own genetic heritage, and more than that, has accepted it — that being the Procyon lotor or more commonly referred to: raccoon — or this guy wouldn't get another word out past his big-eyed face before Rocket leapt up onto the nearest surface to launch himself at him and claw said eyeballs right out.

As it is, Rocket remains exactly where he's seated, arms still crossed and looking thoroughly unimpressed while the humie goes through his meltdown. ]

Yeah, sure, you're absolutely high.

[ Why not play along, right? ]

And I'm a freakin' figment of your imagination. Better yet, I'm your fairy godparent, here to watch over you as you try to cook something that smells like the underside of Drax's feet. Do you even know what you're doing?

[inferiority_complex]

Of course I know what I'm doing. My own hallucination questioning my skills. Freaking figures my own brain is actively against me. This is great. I bet this will be an interesting session with Crane.

[Chris leaned over to smell the steaming, bubbling pot of rather colorful liquid and then wrinkled his nose.] Okay, yeah, it does smell pretty bad. You'd think someone would have made potions smell better by now.

[He looked again at the raccoon.] Okay, brain. I've seen fairies. They don't look like you. So....change into an actual fairy. What's with the raccoon anyway?

[respiting]

[ Who's Crane? What's Crane? Eh, the answer hardly matters. ]

I ain't changing into anything if I don't feel like it. And guess what, buddy? I don't feel like it.

[ Yeah. That's his story and he's sticking to it, petulance and all that. ]

Don't mean I can't change if I want to — and since I'm from your brain and all, you know I'm fully capable of it. Maybe you put something wrong in that potion of yours; or the raccoon's just a visual to fuck with you.

[ He gestures back to the bubbling pot with a claw, serene as they come. Is he going to get into trouble later for messing with newbies? Yeah, probably, but it's a joke, okay! It's funny! Look! They're gonna have a great time laughing over this later. ]

Is it working?

[inferiority_complex]

My hallucination talks back to me. What could go wrong with that?

[Chris kept poking with the potion he had been making. Maybe it did something besides be hallucinogenic? Either way, a hallucinogenic potion could be useful. As long as he wasn't near it. Still, seeing a raccoon wasn't exactly normal. If he could call anything in his life normal. But what else could it be?]]

Fine. What do you want then, oh raccoon fairy godmother? Besides your tutu, wings and magic wand.

And keep your mitts out of my pot.

[Chris dropped a piece of something into the pot and it went a little smokey. And he was still hallucinating. Cool.]

[respiting]

What the hell is a 'tutu'?

[ Whatever. Not important. ]

I ain't gonna touch your shit, dude. But you can tell me what you're trying to make, and why you're making it. That's what I want.

[ This is slowly becoming boring, his interest waning. ]

And who knows? Maybe I can uh ... lend you some advice or something. You know, 'cause that's my duty as a raccoon fairy godmother.

[inferiority_complex]

It's a potion, what does it look like I'm making? Soup? Who knows what I'm going to find in this freaking place, so I'm coming prepared. Or at least trying to. With oh so limited ingredients. This potion is....kind of like magical mace. It'll stop someone long enough for you to get away. Or....gouge their eyes out. Your choice. So. Any advise as my raccoon fairy godmother?

[Chris narrowed his eyes at Rocket, because seriously what the fuck was with this raccoon induced hallucination?]