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morwen,
telemain

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Morwen comes in the front door, meaning to see if Telemain's still around somewhere. (And whether his spirit of scientific investigation's had the better of him yet, but don't tell him. He probably knows anyway.)
But first, cider.

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He's there alright.

Muttering under his breath as he orders apple after apple. He has five now, each time examining something else. He even has a number of instruments out, and is now holding something metallic over an apple.

Because wow.

"What's so interesting about the apples?"
But even as she says it, she suspects that's not it.

"They won't break my budget, so I can keep ordering. An apple please, Bar."

The metal something goes BING.

And an apple appears.

"...I knew there was a reason I didn't mention that."
It's fond exasperation, but it's exasperation nonetheless.

"I can't believe you didn't mention this. The tests I'm going to have to run."

Child at Christmas.

"Need I remind you that you came in here exhausted? You didn't need a major project presenting itself when you were in that state."
Really, she's not sure he needs it now, but it probably had to happen sometime.

"Utterly beyond the point."

Not really. But.

"First thing it did this morning was give me a plate of food. So it not only takes requests, it meddles. Would you care for an apple?"

"You passing out in unfamiliar territory is not beyond the point. And it would have happened, if I'd said anything."
Rather than answering the question, she just takes one of the apples. "So I'm not the only one trying to make sure you eat and sleep enough to stay upright."

"Don't be absurd. It was probably an anomale."

No, no one's explained the sentience thing to him.

Step right up, folks. Once in a life time experience to see a magician burst from excitement!

...Yeah, about that.
"The bar is apparently sentient. From what I've gathered, that wasn't the original intent of the spell, but it happened anyway."

Well, it's not often that he's speechless, but she's managed it.

Oh, Morwen knows it's a rare thing, and she's savoring it.
"Something you hadn't taken into account, I take it?"

"You have me."

In an absurd moment, he lowers one hand to gently trace down the side of the bar, touching for the sake of it.

"Accidental sentience?"

This is a man who loves what he does, and in this moment he's caught off guard by the strageness and beauty of it.

"From what I've heard, the spell only specified the autonomous serving. The sentience showed up later."

"The location. It must have been. Or distortion from the sheer power. Have you seen who comes in and out of this place?"

He's been watching. Between apples.

"Somewhat. Have you met anyone particularly interesting, or have you been too busy ordering apples?"

"I haven't spoken to anyone particularly interesting. Seen, yes."

He's aware that it's not quite the same thing.

"I woke rather later than I expected to."

...So he's been too busy ordering apples.
"Somehow, I'm not surprised."

"There's time."

He won't mention that he still hasn't found a door. Or that it's bothering him.

"They can wait."

"Perhaps. Is the door still being arbitrary, then?"
...Not that he'd go home if it were there. He'd be too busy analyzing Bar anyway.

"When it becomes an issue, I'll let you know."

No, that's what's keeping him calmer.

But the sensation of being trapped isn't a pleasant one, even if he enjoys the cage just now. He puts it out of his mind anyways. He can try using magic later. When he's a little steadier on his feet.

"It hasn't seen fit to keep you, has it?"

"If you had to deal with my back door on a regular basis, it might not keep you either."
Well, other than the exhaustion bit.

"How many have you got set into it now?"

Her door is fairly tame, compared to some of his inventions he's got rattling around his home.

"About eight, I think. It hasn't hit capacity yet, it just gets stubborn sometimes."

"Perhaps these two should be introduced."

Pause.

"You think?"

A woman as neat as (and with as many cats as) her?

"I got a bit carried away with guest rooms."
Also, the mun needs to reread the bit that lists off everything there.

"As long as you don't find dead animals in there, I'm sure you'll do fine."

Wouldn't put it past those things though.

"My cats have more sense than that."
Whether they act on it is another thing. And beside the point.

(OOC: Slowtime/fade? I need to get to bed soonish.)

"I do believe I've heard you say similar things before about similar situations. Yet I assure you, they are less than angelic.

Tell me about the forest where you live? It's been too long since I was there."

[ooc: fade on this works?]

...She never once accused her cats of being angelic. At least three of them would have Words if she tried.
But rather than say as much, she sets about answering his request.

(OOC: And we're faded. yay thread!)

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