[video - because bees don't care what humans think is impossible.] fd to 10/16.

[purpleknee]

[Hey, look! Your resident wicked witch isn't looking like he's out for blood today! Yay! Actually, he's almost…suspiciously pleased, and given the fact that the beanie he's wearing is kind of horrible and dorky, it probably has nothing to do with that… Right?]

Now this is more like it. Random useful items! I'd love to negotiate for some books, if anyone’s come across any real ones. In the meantime...

[He gently rattles the jar of bees, just enough to show it off -- poor things didn't need to be bothered any more than they already were, having been stuffed in their glass prison.]

I'd suggest that anyone hanging around Hope’s temple leaves in the next, oh… Ten minutes? That should be enough. Especially if you're allergic to bees. I'm leaving an offering for our dear, beloved god.

[BEEEEEEEEES!!]

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[Video]

[purpleknee]

[HA HA NO IT'S ASHL -- fuck.]

...I like this hat.

[Video]

[thechoiceisyours]

Normally I'd say um, just keep it.

[But this means a lot, way more than a really dorky lavender beanie ever should.]

But um, Ashley's my girlfriend. And she was here for awhile but she disappeared like two months ago.

[And he really misses her, and a stupid hat suddenly feels really important.]

[Video]

[purpleknee]

[...Well, shit. That hits him right in the empty chest cavity.]

If I have you meet me at Hope's temple, do you promise to not take my bees away?

[Video]

[thechoiceisyours]

[He brightens a little immediately at the question.]

Dude, you vastly overestimate my desire to fight over a jar filled with bees. Promise you won't let them go while I'm still there and yeah, definitely.

[Video]

[purpleknee]

[Yaaaay, bees. Curse his bleeding heart, har har har.]

Fair. You know where to find me, then.

[He'll just be here, sitting in midair, wearing this dumb hat and sadly watching this jar of bees.]

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[thechoiceisyours]

Okay, awesome, I'll be right there.

[Since he's at the house and that's not far from the Temple. True to his word he shows up about ten minutes later, though he enters very cautiously to make sure Warrick didn't get bored and decide to unleash the bees early.]

[purpleknee]

[Unfortunately, he's been talked down. Hence the baleful look he's giving the jar. He can't chuck bees at Hope's temple, he can't keep this stupid hat... Ugh. This all sucks!!!

As he registers Chris's presence, he lowers himself delicately back onto his feet, then slips off the beanie the hold up.]

I don't suppose you have anything you'd want to trade for it, since you're all determined to ruin my fun.

[thechoiceisyours]

[He wishes seeing someone floating was still weird enough to really be amazed by, but it's just not. He's gotten all jaded and it sucks.

But he offers a genuine smile when Warrick holds out the beanie, taking it carefully; it's just a hat, and it shouldn't feel this meaningful, but it does.]

Thanks, Warrick. I um, really appreciate this.

[That he just agreed to give it back to him. He shakes his head a little at the question, though.]

I uh, found these socks with stars on them, but you know. Knowing this place they're probably like, someone's favorite socks, so trading them would be a dick move.

[And anything else he has to offer is food-related and with Warrick's water problem he's pretty sure neither coffee nor hot cocoa is going to be particularly desirable.]

[purpleknee]

[Urgh, genuine happy feelings...! Gross. Gross and unfair!! He doesn't get to be hap...py...]

Stars...?

[There's...no chance, right? But the hat had been Chris's girlfriend's, and there's the high possibility of these random items being precious to people...]

Show them to me.

[thechoiceisyours]

[Chris has a small bag with him, having planned to roll this meeting into a supply run, so he actually does still have the socks on hand; he hadn't bothered to clear them out of the bag from earlier on the day. So he puts his hat in the bag but produces the socks in return.]

They're these.

[purpleknee]

Oh.

[He's...kind of transfixed on the socks for a moment, expression blank, but then he quickly snatches the socks out of Chris's hand. His voice is a mix of disbelief and excitement.]

These are mine! Emma gave them to me. I'd know them anywhere. You were right, they're my favorite pair!

[thechoiceisyours]

[...Huh. Chris is really glad he both brought and mentioned the things, grinning a little.]

That's awesome. Weirdly convenient, but awesome.

[Now he feels less like a jerk about wanting the hat back, too.]

[purpleknee]

[His socks!!! His socks...]

It's weird enough that the hat belongs to your girlfriend and I got these socks from Emma. She's...my girlfriend now. Somehow.

[WHAT DID HE DO TO DESERVE SOMETHING SO NICE]

That we were able to trade them easily enough is the least of my concerns.

[thechoiceisyours]

What, are you more concerned that we're losers who don't have anything cool enough to get ourselves so we have to get shit that belongs to our girlfriends?

[It's a joke, though it's also not really wrong.]

[purpleknee]

Hey, I am definitely not a loser. [he is tho] And they are my socks now! She gave them to me.

It's an interesting coincidence, don't you think? I wonder what sort of thing everyone else got.

[thechoiceisyours]

Yeah, um, I'm curious about that too. I'm also kind of wondering why we're getting anything at all, actually.

[It seems like a weird event. Hope's given them stuff before, but nothing from home that he knows of, so what's up?]

[purpleknee]

It's never happened before?

[Man, he could have really used his cannon, or self-stirring cauldron, or any of the other things he stole over the years...]

[thechoiceisyours]

Hope's given us stuff, sure, but not stuff from home.

[That part's new.]

[purpleknee]

I guess this would get some of the angry people from his last screw up on his side again...

[Not him. Hope still sucks.]

Does it have to be him? Delight's helping. Maybe Confusion is trying something new to get more power faster. I mean, we're talking about this because we're lost, aren't we?