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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[tedandroses]

Teddy actually laughs a little this time. They can't tell if he means a sporting goods store, a Gun & Pawn, gunsmiths, hunting rifles, hunting rifles in Walmart, or all of the above. Given the conversation, it's probably just the Walmart, but his shell-shocked (heh) expression could indicate all of it.

"Oh, you're from a true-blue state," she says, with a little "ah" of a nod. "Yeaaah, my impression of San Francisco is that your sporting goods section is a little more of the yoga variety." Diplomatically, Teddy adds, "I mean, my impression of San Francisco is also like... Large bridge, seals, pretty houses, super gay, super expensive. Occasional earthquake." She tilts her head. "I'm not working with a lot of local knowledge, is what I'm saying."

They furrow their brow a little and lift an eyebrow. It was, in fact, not at all what they were saying, but it's not ...not correct. "If you can make your explosions have parameters like that...yes. A targeted projectile would be better than an general explosion. Assuming something crazy happens in a tunnel again, which we can't, but." Teddy huffs a laugh and gives him a thumbs up. "Yeah, if we're in a claustrophobic underground bunker and you need to kill something, grab the bullet potion and not the bomb potion."

Teddy pulls her knees up to her chin and sets her arms on them and her chin on her arms, squinting at him for a second, and then another one for effect. "You know you just asked 'what do people do for fun around here', right? Sometimes, when you ask that, there's this thing that happens..."

He goes on, and Teddy falls silent, nodding. Their busy-ness has often been because of a thing they're pretty sure qualifies as fun, even when it's stressful, but...when they stop having things to do, things get bad. Their mind just doesn't tolerate it well.

"Yeah," they say, slowly, nodding. "I -- kinda get that. I mean. I was in a band back home, and we played gigs, real tours, as much as we could. Booked all our own shows, all that stuff. I was in college for the first couple years, and I was on a merit scholarship, so I made damn sure I showed up to class, got my schoolwork done, got As. In high school I was in a different one that played local venues. There was only a break of maybe two years where all I concentrated on was school. Which...actually, that's kind of a lie. I was still recording my own stuff. And also that was the least concentrating I even did, I think I partied more not being in a band than when I was in one.

I love making music, so I'm sure I had a lot more fun than the kind of being busy that you're talking about. But...you know, it is kind of a culture shock to not have a plan like, a month out, now that you say it."

Teddy doesn't bring up that it's a culture shock she, admittedly, has already had to get used to in some ways, even if being at home isn't quite as slowed-down as being in Solvunn. No one needs to hear about having seizures mid tour within an hour of meeting her. She's rambling too much already.

They smile, genuinely, when he describes Eddie as excellent. Points in his favor. Teddy huffs a little laugh. "No, I wasn't going to show you this really cool place where the sun goes down. Uh, the Horizon is what they call this..." Teddy hovers. "Kind of another dimension?" They make a face; that sounds crazy.

Maybe less crazy to someone who makes potions. She forges onward, just doing her best to explain. "You usually have to go with someone your first time, because it can be kind of weird. If you know how to meditate, or just kind of relax and clear your mind -- I usually focus on my breathing and these days, it helps to picture it. Basically, all of -- us, the people who were Summoned here -- are able to. I guess it's like ...astral projection, sort of, or like a dream? Your body stays here, but it looks, feels, like you're really there. And everyone has their own little space that, once you're familiar with it, you can kind of manifest things into. Whether that's ...your house, or, fucking Disneyland, a really cool forest, whatever you want.

And people can meet up there, too," she adds, because that was sort of the point she was getting to. "Even if they don't live anywhere near each other, if two people agree to go into the Horizon, it's not -- very big, spatially? So that can be another way to have fun, especially if your domain has...you know, fun stuff. Like. I've got guitars there but I also have an old Nintendo, you know? If someone wanted to play Mario Brothers with me we could, hypothetically."

Wrap?

[inferiority_complex]

Chris does in fact mean everything Teddy has mentioned. Or ever would mention. He's pretty sure it doesn't exist in San Francisco. But especially the Walmart part.

"For someone without much of a working knowledge, that's...pretty accurate."

He gave Teddy a look. HA, could he make his potions and spells have parameters like that, of course he could. Okay, potions more likely than spells, but he could make it work in a pinch. "Bullet potion vs bomb potion. Love that classification."

Music, okay, that was something they could bond over. Kind of. "I don't really know a lot about music but my mom owns a club? So.....I can listen to it?" Yeah that sounded kind of pathetic. Like a really, really bad pick up line. Okay, next try. "At least you got farther than I did schooling wise. Shit kind of hit the fan around 9th grade." That was putting it mildly. Chris hadn't figured out what he did for fun because he'd never really been allowed too. Never been given the time. Responsibility. World ending drama. All that shit.

"All right. Show me this other dimension you got here."