Magic Box | Wednesday

[gospel_of_oblivion]

August was peering around the corner, which meant fall -- and 'Yana's departure -- wasn't far behind.

But that was depressing, and so she was refusing to think about it. Instead, Illyana was behind the counter, feet propped-up, making a three-ring binder inventory of all Jeff's various wardrobe pieces. She had a polaroid camera, a label maker, construction paper, a hole-punch, and markers.

Why inventory the store, when you can make a historical record of Jeff's fashion hits, and make it easier for everyone to dress Jeff appropriately in the future?

The Magic Box was open, and your sorcerer is in.

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[amitragic]

And here was Ulysses with some bagged lunch, again.

And a curious look. "What's with all the --" Sweeping motion towards all the crap on the counter. "-- stuff?"

[gospel_of_oblivion]

"I'm making a Look Book for Jeff, the skeleton out front," Illyana said, carefully gluing another polaroid on to a page. "I don't feel like doing store inventory, but Wanda should know what she has in his wardrobe storage."

'Wardrobe Storage' was a generous term for 'boxes in the back,' but 'Yana would label those too, later.

[amitragic]

Uly's head was tilting way further than it needed to.

"Jeff," he repeated. "The skeleton ou-- you know, I kinda tend to pretend he's not there, actually?"

[gospel_of_oblivion]

"Why? He's probably the least-haunted thing on this island," she said. "The flamingos are more dangerous than Jeff."

"...possibly because I think Scott makes a sacrifice to him every week, but it's more likely he's just a decoration."

Illy, that probably wasn't 'helping.'

[amitragic]

Not really!

Ulysses made a very descriptive pointy motion in her general direction. "Yeah, see, that's exactly the kind of bad vibe I just don't need, you know? So I'd rather just -- not deal with it. Him. Whatever."

[gospel_of_oblivion]

"I'd think you'd support my attempts at keeping Jeff fashion-forward, but fiiiiiiiiiiiiine," she sighed, putting her art project away. "I was mostly doing it because I was bored anyway."

[amitragic]

"Already have enough of a bad feeling," Ulysses grumbled, if a little half-heartedly, finally stepping up to the counter to hand her her lunch. "Don't need more of it."

It was his double Scorpio thing acting up again, he was sure of it.

[gospel_of_oblivion]

"Yeah? What kind of bad feeling?" she asked, accepting her lunch. "Do I need to grab some tarot cards after we eat?"

[amitragic]

"Maybe?" Ulysses said, wrinkling his nose as he reached into his own lunch bag. "It's just this -- I've been having this nightmare? Where, like, everything's on fire?"

[gospel_of_oblivion]

Well, that wasn't great. In her experience, reoccurring dreams weren't coincidences.

"Food first, magic second," she decided, digging in. "Magic burns calories."

"But tell me about these nightmares."

[amitragic]

"It's just... what I already said," Ulysses replied, frowning faintly into the middle distance, thinking about it. "Everything in flames. I'm not even, I don't know where it is that I'm supposed to be, and I can't really tell, either."