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[aroundthecoroner]

So it's day 2 of Ikea madness,
and I figured we should set up some kind of cragslist situation,
so that people can get rid of things they really don't want.
Or if you for some reason feel like filling your house with this stuff
follow your dreams?

Anyway I found this yesterday:

[Attached is a photo of a very odd table, the front half of it, anyway. It's sticking out of an apartment wall at an odd angle, legs mostly horizontal. There's a second photo of the back half, which appears to be in another room.

A jacket is hanging off of one of the hooves. Looks like someone has found a use for it, at least.]

If anyone knows how to get this out of the wall
without like, destroying said wall
they're welcome to it.
But to be honest I'm kind of getting used to it.
Might call it "Dave".
This I'm not too keen on:

[Another image, this one of a kind of unsettling chair.]

Frankly you can just have it.
Please.

[Everyone is welcome to post their new furniture they don't want, or offers to acquire more. Michael is not going to moderate, but it's a platform at least!]

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[tongueamok]

Perhaps they can alleviate their fear by finding more productive uses of their time that don't keep the rest of us awake.

[And this is one of the many reasons no one invites Carlisle to parties.

Once they're out the door to the Spire, Carlisle sets his end of the table down for a moment, rubbing at his forearms as he cycles a breath through his lungs, in and out.]

We can leave this here for now if you'd rather not haul it all the way to the riverside. I can call Glacius and have him pick it up.

[aroundthecoroner]

[Is this guy like a Puritan? He uses magic, so probably not. Probably.]

Yeah, I guess that might work better. I mean, it's up to you.

[But maybe walking the table all the way to Carlisle's house is a bad idea if Michael wants to stay on good terms with him. Who knows what other subjects might be the same kind of landmine as "parties".]

[tongueamok]

[Spoiler: many other subjects are the same kind of landmine as "parties" when it comes to Carlisle.]

Frankly, I'd prefer not to haul it across town. I'll leave it to him.

[This is what muscle-bound icy aliens are for, clearly. He does offer Michael a polite nod, at least.]

Thank you again for your assistance, and for the table.

[aroundthecoroner]

[Michael therefore assumes that Carlisle's partner must be someone much more suited to table-carrying than either of them. Which would be... a lot of people, honestly.]

Yeah, any time. Thanks for getting it out of my wall.

[He thinks about adding "hope it doesn't turn out to be haunted", but decides against that, and gives Carlisle an awkward little wave before heading back inside.]