WEEK 3

[strangerpeople]

WEEK 3

[It has begun. With the death of the Spinner and the execution of the Indulgent, they remaining Titled will be plagued once more by vivid dreams. And just as last week, they are awoken by the sounds of doors creaking open.

Just like last week. But no one had died last week. Right? No one had been subjected to that...thing.

And yet the strange, cold feeling of foreboding remains. And it is certainly most worrisome to those living in rooms 3, 4, 6, and 15. Those who pass by room 7 and 8 will feel that same, worrisome feeling of foreboding as well.

What will they wake up to find? Who knows, now. If dragons are real, anything is possible.

There are thirteen strangers in this place.]

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SHIT, LET'S BE HOGWARTS (potions lab)

[poorlovefool]

[In an attempt to ride out and distract himself from the virus, Eric has gone to the laboratory. It's still in here, and he can try to read the potions books he grabbed from the library. He isn't sure he'll be able to accomplish much - he was a below average student, after all, but it at least seems less likely to injure himself than forging a sword or using a spinning wheel. He sets the open book onto the table, where he can turn the pages slowly as his body will allow.

Still, if he's forced to accept that magic is real in this place, there's a dim hope that there will be something in here that can help him.

What can he make?]

[strangerpeople]

[ The book is a simple book of potions. It's very helpful to a beginner in alchemy! Go ahead, peruse and experiment, we encourage it. ]

[poorlovefool]

[He's gonna do his best!! But... what the sweet fuck are any of these ingredients? Please tell him the components in here are labeled.]

HERE COMES NEVILLE

[defriendestration]

NYEH-HEH-HEH!

[Here comes Chibi Skeletor!]

ERIC! ARE YOU DOING THINGS TO HELP SAVE EVERYONE?

but is Eric a Ron or a Draco

[poorlovefool]

[make that a NYOOM chibi skeletor, since Papyrus is not even afflicted with the virus! Eric already feels a headache coming on, but... he swore he was going to try and be less of a dick to Papyrus the next time he saw him, so he just. Sets his jaw, before nodding.]

It doesn't hurt to try. I don't know what any of this crap is though...

He is the terrifying fusion known as Dronco

[defriendestration]

DON'T WORRY! I DON'T EITHER!

I CAN GET THE STUFF YOU NEED IF YOU NEED ME TO!

Ah yes. Dronco Measlfoey. His Wizarding alias.

[poorlovefool]

Well, on second thought, "wheat" is pretty straightforward.

[There are one or two things that he would recognize on sight, wtg. Though stuff like mandrakes may have been creatures in a tabletop campaign now that he looks more carefully, but that doesn't do squat when you have to look for them in real life.]

There's a potion in here called 'cure disease.' Wanna give it a shot?

[Though when his eyes fall on "human heart" in a couple of the potions, he looks around nervously to see if they have something like that in the jars here.]

[defriendestration]

OF COURSE! LEAVE IT TO ME! I WILL GET AS MUCH WHEAT AS YOU NEED!

[So off he goes to get every piece of wheat he can get his hands on!]

[poorlovefool]

Ah, wait - that was for the wrong recipe!

[Is he already gone though. Who can tell, Papyrus is so fast??]

[defriendestration]

[He is, sorry! Though he's really going normal speed.

Behold the giant pile of wheat with bones sticking from it.]

THIS SHOULD BE ENOUGH, RIGHT??

[poorlovefool]

Uh... holy shit. Yeah... yeah, that's definitely enough for something...

[Like 50 loaves of bread. He guesses it couldn't hurt to try and make the potion with the wheat. Eventually!? Or as practice.]

Anyway, the recipe for cure disease is...

[He'll list it off, talking to Papyrus very slowly.]

[1/2]

[defriendestration]

EXCELLENT! NYEH-HEH-HEH!

[defriendestration]

...

...

SO, WHAT KIND OF PLANT IS A SHEPHERD'S PIE? IS IT ANYTHING LIKE THE YUMMY PURPLE PLANTS?

[poorlovefool]

What? No, it's... aw, crap.

[Now he realizes what he just said, and he looks back at the book. It's definitely on the list.]

It's ... something we'd have to bake? Damn, that's a pain in the ass. I don't know the recipe either, so we'd have to see if anyone else knows how to cook.

[He's got butter though, so that's one potential use for it?!

But that would require so much running around to organize and get done. It sorta defeats the purpose of bunkering down in here.]

Well, maybe we can try "restore health" instead for now? That could do something too, right?

[Probably not but hey, it's worth a shot!!]

[defriendestration]

SURELY IT CAN'T HURT TO TRY! I CAN TRY AND MAKE PIES! SURELY THEY CAN'T BE HARD, RIGHT?

AND WHATEVER YOU NEED, OF COURSE.

ESPECIALLY IF IT'S WHEAT. I NOW HAVE LOTS OF WHEAT.

can Maglor be McGonagall

[bythewaves]

Eric? Are you doing alright?

you bet

[poorlovefool]

[He looks up from where he was poking at the alembic, not a hundred percent certain what he's doing with it. He forces a smile when he sees it's Maglor though. He doesn't want to worry him.]

I... yeah, fine! I'm great. Just... seeing if there's anything we can do from this.

[He holds up the book he was looking at. And he's talking slooowly, it does not sound natural.]

It's pretty stupid though. This 'cure disease' needs a pie... I wish I really was a baker, haha.

\o/ he refuses on principle to be Snape. Snape doesn't take care of his hair!!!

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor wanders over and eyes the recipe warily ]

Those do seem... oddly arbritary.

[ He looks thoughtful ] I can cook, and I suppose baking is not out of the question, but firstly, does it specify what sort of pie, and secondly... do we have the ingredients to even bake one?

fortunately McGonagall is good at everything

[poorlovefool]

Umm, shepherd's pie. We'd need lamb, I guess? The pie crust is probably the hardest part to make...

[He's got some butter though, which probably helps.]

lol

[bythewaves]

I don't think I have seen lamb in the kitchen, so that might be difficult... most of what is there is beef, I am sure... do you think it would matter? And ... hm. I don't know if we have flour, although eggs are easy enough to come by.

[poorlovefool]

[He shrugs at that question about whether a beef substitution would matter. Obviously he wouldn't be that picky if there weren't any other choices, but he knows fuck all about how magical components interact.]

If we don't have flour... [Well, his eyes travel to this giant fucking pile of wheat Papyrus put there earlier?? Tell him if you know how to turn this into that, Professor.]

[bythewaves]

[ .........uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Maglor looks at the wheat doubtfully ]

I... do not know. I suppose we could see if there was any instruction in that regard...

[poorlovefool]

Yeah, I don't know. There's another potion that actually uses it, and it says it can restore health... it could do something.

[He shrugs.]

I'm just throwing shit at the wall hoping it'll stick.

action

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor laughs, startled ]

That is an interesting turn of phrase!

[poorlovefool]

[Then after a moment, he'll laugh because Maglor's laughing.]

It is, isn't it?