Magic Box | Thursday

[dishesonthetoprack]

It wasn't that cold by a lot of people's standards, but it was still chillier than Scott was used to in November. So while he was in a big stupid parka that was probably a little much for the weather, actually, and while he was also clutching a peppermint mocha (never too early!), he was also concerned for the people who couldn't necessarily look out for themselves.

So here he was, wrapping a blanket around Jeff's ankles. Kind of like a Christmas tree skirt, actually? But it seemed more effective than trying to put socks on the guy, you know?

[opennnnnnnnn]

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[wildgalegirl]

Charlie was out and about and saw him tying a blanket around... "So... what's going on here?" she asked.

[dishesonthetoprack]

"Making sure his feet are warm," Scott told her cheerfully.

Obviously, Charlie. Obviously.

[wildgalegirl]

Charlie looked at it for a moment. "Can it get cold?" she asked curiously. "Like I mean, this is Fandom, but... Or is it alive, like - oh hey, no offense, whatever you are if you can hear me."

[dishesonthetoprack]

"That," Scott noted, cocking a finger at her, "is exactly my line of thinking. This guy comes to life one day, we want him to remember that people were kind to him and looked out for him, right? And his name is Jeff, by the way."

Just again, to be very cautious, in case he was listening.

[wildgalegirl]

"Jeff!" Charlie said warmly. "Aren't you just a handsome dude. Imagine the luck I'm having today talking to two handsome guys. I'd give you a hug, but you look like you're just skin and bones. Or just bones really."

"Plus," she said with a teasing glance toward Scott, "I have no idea how old you might be and I wouldn't want to get either of us in trouble, you know?"

[dishesonthetoprack]

"I've never asked," Scott admitted, playing along. "Seems rude, you know? Sure, he seems old, but I'm not sure whether he died as a very tall adolescent of a different species or something, you know?"

[wildgalegirl]

"Definitely rude," Charlie admitted. "Especially as he can't speak up to say. Cat's got his tongue or something."

[dishesonthetoprack]

"You know, I should give him a pen," Scott decided. "Maybe he can still write things down for us. Like, not in front of us -- but I've been feeding this guy since the summer, and the food's always gone."

Definitely because Jeff was eating it, yes.

[wildgalegirl]

Now there was an idea! "You could give him a little pad of paper with a pen attached and he could write to us when he felt like it."

Ooooorrrr, certain people could write their own notes from 'Jeff' on the pad when no one was watching.

[dishesonthetoprack]

"We'd have to plan for weather," Scott noted, frowning thoughtfully. "It rains a lot here."

So maybe a pad of paper inside a plastic baggie? Or a Magna-Doodle, maybe.

[wildgalegirl]

"Hmmm..." Part of her thought a small rainbow colored umbrella that would cover the pad from the rain woud be cool, but that wouldn't always be effective. Which made her think of something else.

"Are you going to bring him in when the snow starts falling," she asked. "A blanket around his feet won't cut it then."

[dishesonthetoprack]

"That's gonna be Wanda's call," Scott decided, frowning thoughtfully. "I mean, she might have a magic shield around him or something. Like an invisible coat."

And more to the point, Scott super did not want to run afoul of any kind of magical wards that might be in place to ensure no one ran off with Jeff in the night.

[wildgalegirl]

"I haven't met Wanda," charlie said. "Is she good to work for? Tisarwat is great."

[dishesonthetoprack]

"Best boss I've ever had," Scott told her sincerely. And he was including Hank, since Wanda was a lot nicer. "But she's also a friend from back home so she's really doing me a favor with the job, anyway."

[wildgalegirl]

"That's great," Charlie said. "But I'm sure you do a great job here, favor or not."