reverie overflow.

[vecna]

i still haven't put something less stupid here

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[vecna]

[Upon closer inspection, the inscriptions are clear.]

Well, if there's one place where your things would have been left-

[Tilts his head to indicate the Basilisk doorway.]

You may as well find out.

[velluminous]

[ gingerly she reaches out and strokes the carved basilisk head... and then opens the door.

inside are a bunch of beds arranged in a circle, and their respective nightstands ]

Aha.

[ does. does he follow her in. because... ]

[vecna]

[Of course he does. The door's open! He's curious! Why not. 8) ]

[velluminous]

[ WHAM ]

[vecna]

[THE DOOR. RIGHT INTO HIS FACE.



The rare, sharp sound of surprise from Henry emanates from the other side of the door; otherwise she won't be able to see him unless she goes to see what's the matter. A shuffling noise, as he throws his foot back to keep from staggering backward, too. What the fuck.]

[velluminous]

[ pivots and wrenches the door back open??? ]

[vecna]

[And there Henry stands, frowning deeply, a hand to his nose. BLEEDING FAINTLY. AGAIN.]

[velluminous]

...

Did you walk into door?

1/2

[vecna]

[Snaps at her, edged with (again, rare) biting sarcasm-]

Yes, I forgot how doors work.

[vecna]

[Ah, rein it in, rein it in-

Gentler, still covering his nose:] ...It closed on its own.

[velluminous]

[ eyebrows up

then arching ]

Hurm. I hold this time, come.

[vecna]

[He steps forward, leery of the door until she has a good grasp on it, halfway ready to use his powers to force it away in case it comes flying at his face again.

your dorm's door is rude!]

[velluminous]

[ IT COMES FLYING AT HIS FACE AGAIN

i'm kidding. he steps through. ]

Good?

[vecna]

[HE MADE IT.

Drops his hand, nose smarting.]

Good now.

[velluminous]

[ this handkerchief is getting work. she produces it with a flourish that seems a necessary component of the spell... or else she's just Like That ]

Why on Toril would door slam itself shut on you...

[vecna]

[Is someone tired of washing this handkerchief, yet? He takes it automatically, dabbing at his nose.]

I'm not Basilisk, remember?

[velluminous]

I remember, but that would not have stopped you bef—ah. I see.

[vecna]

[A noise of acknowledgment, still a little sore (figuratively) from the door's insult.]

Your door must have thought I was an intruder. Let's make sure that doesn't happen again.

[velluminous]

[ the door's got his number.

gracelessly going to fumble through the first nightstand ]

I do not imagine you will need to enter "Basilisk" for many reasons after this.

[vecna]

I may. You never know what could happen in this place.

[Watches her rifle about.]

[velluminous]

[ there are things in here that don't belong to her, but neither to this prison. too new, too unique. this sparks a hopefulness in her, and she moves on to the next and down the line until she suddenly exhales sharply and clutches something to her chest ]

Mammon. Found it.

[vecna]

[Interest piques despite himself, he moves forward to get a better look.]

And all intact, too?

[velluminous]

[ frantically rifling ]

Elsewise terrific fake.

[vecna]

[Casts his gaze about, even though this is hardly "his" assigned quarters.]

So then all of our odds and ends are collected in our rooms. You won't be the only one relieved.

[Oh, maybe he can change his clothes and get out of these prison stripes then.]