6 [video/possible action for Peter waitthatsoundswrong]

[anunluckypenny]

Okay. I think he's asleep...

[Penny's speaking in a whisper, network device held close. She looks unusually high-strung and--is she wearing a purple pajama top? At this time of day? Yes, she is.]

I need someone who can pick locks.

[She turns the camera. There's a silver cuff around her wrist... attached to a silver chain...attached to another silver cuff that happens to be on the wrist of Peter Vincent. Peter appears to be in a drunken stupor. Penny directs the device back towards her face.]

Okay. This is the first time he's been quiet since I woke up--next to him in his bed! Not that--I mean, of course I wasn't there on purpose, so this has to be a curse, but he keeps saying all of these things and I can't change my clothes because I know he'll look! I'm all for giving people second and third and fourth chances, but this is crazy and I need someone to save me before he wakes up and I... I don't even know. I don't think anyone can hold me responsible for anything I might do.

[Penny glances back over at Peter to make sure he's still out. Her whisper might have risen slightly above a whisper there.]

If you reply to this, please reply quietly, okay? And not with text. My typing's awful with one hand.

Comments

[anunluckypenny]

[Peter just gets a little almost-glare.]

No, it wasn't any longer than any of the other five minuteses that've happened today. [She's mildly horrified by the fact that she's starting to be snarky. Let's try that again.] Thanks for getting here so quickly, Howl. Really.

[conesoldstober]

Yes, yes.

[He's concentrating, now hush.]

I don't know where these deities get their magic from, but it's ruddy old and damn near unbreakable.

[anunluckypenny]

Are you older and more magical? Not that you look old, I mean. You don't.

[minigolfandsushi]

He's a geezer. Fucking ancient. He'll fall over and have a heart attack any minute.

[conesoldstober]

Depending on which side you're coming from, but I've never considered 27 particularly old.

[anunluckypenny]

So... that puts you somewhere between twenty-seven and ancient.

Nice hair, by the way. Is that curl natural?

[conesoldstober]

Thank you, my dear.

[No. Not even remotely. He's not a natural blonde, either. He's gonna go ahead and ignore that question, then. Also the one implying he's old.

He cups both hands around the chain, staring intently. It starts glowing a faint blue and vibrating ever so slighty, but doesn't seem to want to come apart. It sparks a few times and Howl leans back, the glow dying.]

Not many things are impervious to that. I'm impressed, actually. Brilliant piece of spellwork.

[minigolfandsushi]

If you're going to start geeking out, I'll need to get more drunk.

[conesoldstober]

Then put something in arms reach and pipe down while I'm working.

[minigolfandsushi]

[Peter kicks his legs petulantly and reaches for his midori.]

[anunluckypenny]

Thanks for trying, Howl.

If you're going to get more drunk, Peter, I'll need to get drunk, too.

[conesoldstober]

I'll have one as well, while you're up.

[GRIN]

[anunluckypenny]

[She offers him her beer. She's just kind of been holding it and thinking about drinking it.]

[conesoldstober]

It's greatly appreciated, my dear.

[Howl takes a sip, green-glass eyes still fixed on the chain.]

[anunluckypenny]

Sure.

...So. They're magic handcuffs. And they're not Peter's fault.

[conesoldstober]

Not unless he's been hiding a ridiculous amount of extremely powerful magic without anyone being able to detect it.

[There's a pause, and Howl's mouth tightens. He hates admitting defeat, but...]

I don't think I'll be able to get them open.

[anunluckypenny]

It was nice of you to come over and try.

[conesoldstober]

[Not too nice, of course. Quick as a whip he's taking his device out of his pocket and snapping a quick picture.]

Thank you very much for the drink, Penny.

[anunluckypenny]

Technically, it's Peter's. ...What're you doing?

[minigolfandsushi]

Yes, that was my beer, thank you very much. [there's only so much he can petulantly ignore]

[conesoldstober]

Nothing, of course.

[He pockets his device again, grinning.]

With any luck, it will be worn off by midnight.

[minigolfandsushi]

God I hope so. I really gotta take a piss.

[conesoldstober]

Then tell her to cover her eyes, if she's squeamish.

[anunluckypenny]

Like I'd want to look. [There is a heavily implied 'ew.']

[minigolfandsushi]

Come on, you've gotta be at least a little curious.