[A general-purpose thread for goings-on in Albedo's little basement lab. Any deliveries, inquiries, or general in-person muse-bothering can go here! (´∀`)ｂ]
[Status: Barren. Despite the flourishing garden outside, there is hardly any equipment here, only a couple of improvised workbenches, a few scrounged-up materials, and some glassware that looks like it was stolen from a kitchen...]
[NOTE: Before the 30th, there is a glass orb sitting on one of the workbenches. After the 30th, there is a fine sprinkling of glass shards on the floor, an overturned workbench, and... no Albedo. Huh.]
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Edited 2022-11-28 06:55 (UTC)
date: /vague handwave. midmonthish? before rinne's town hall
[ Well, Albedo, here comes the immense feather guy into your lab with a bunch of pretty little vials full of long-dried blood. They're marked apart by little strips of ribbon tied around their necks, all different colors -- under his arm he's also got some sheaves of paper, and a little satchel with... something or other in there.
They'd talked about what he was doing here, of course -- about five hours ago, when Kuja touched down from the sky abruptly beside him as he walked about town, and gave Albedo the opening salvo of, "I remembered something. How good are you with blood?"
He follows Albedo in to the lab, and then waits, expectantly, glancing around at surfaces that look vaguely empty of clutter but not wanting to be that asshole that lays random stuff down in someone else's workspace. It's not that he as a moral objection to being that asshole, he's just not gonna sully a working relationship like that when he knows better. ]
Edited 2022-12-02 00:04 (UTC)
Re: date: /vague handwave. midmonthish? before rinne's town hall
[There's a workbench (a dining room table, really) where... it's not that there's no clutter, it's that all the clutter has been pushed up against the wall. There's an assortment of notes pinned to the wall with thin spikes of yellow crystal. Instead of labware, he has Mason jars and wineglasses, along with a very crude still constructed from two jars, a garden hose, and some more crystalline growths.]
[Also, there's a chunk of the floor that someone seems to have gently convinced to go and melt into the far wall, and a patch of bare dirt where it was peeled up from.]
As you can see, it isn't much. The microscope will be a necessary next step...
[Albedo pulls a sliver of crystal out of the wall, spearing the paper it was holding on a different spike, like a butcher bird. In his hand, the crystal melts like butter, and he reshapes it into a crude yellow lens. He holds it up, peering at Kuja through it.]
( she'd meant to come in sooner rather than later, but. well.
the church sort of caught fire? it caught fire. and then she hurt herself trying to be useful again because it turns out running into the night across the town when you've been recovering from strain is incredibly straining.
it's fine.
she's fine.
except not really but it's whatever.
aoi arrives midday, curious and concerned alike- on one hand, she's not sure what to expect from this. on the other, she's not sure what to expect from this.
but she may as well cut to the heart of things. once she politely announces herself, she removes her mittens to show... well. they've seen better days. )
[Today, the sole resident of the orange house in Poppy Hall is bustling around like a madman, clearing weeds, darting in and out of the basement. Moving boxes, it looks like. Some wood is stacked against the house, too.]
[Right now, he's... filling a cardboard box with soil? What's he building in there?]
[The falsely-named bard stretches out his back, lifting one arm above his head and then the other. It seems like somebody didn't sleep very well...]
Ugh...
[... But then Calx - or rather, Albedo - walks by, holding a box full of - dirt? That's a very nice, lush smell. But what exactly is he building in there? We have a right to know.]
Well, I guess - to be more specific... I prefer to sleep outside. I dunno what it is, but beds just can't beat nice, loamy dirt a while after a spot of rain... Long enough that it's not wet, but not so long it's all dry and dusty. It's soft...~
[He can't hold back a little giggle, shifting the empty box aside to cover his mouth with a gloved hand. It sounds strange, coming from him. Like he's not sure how to do it.]
Like a little flower, aren't you? A little cecilia. And what bed does a flower prefer but a flowerbed...
I guess I've figured out where flowers go in fall.
[Speaking of... There's a set of drinking glasses sitting on one of the workbenches. Some are filled with dirt already.]
It's getting cold... likely too cold for even the altered plants I've planted around town to produce anything... so I'm preparing a round of saplings to grow without sun, over the winter. I know it's been done, and I know some of the theory behind it, so... this should work.
...I hope you don't mind if I clear some of the concrete down here—just enough for a fruit tree.
Would you be interested in an artistic commission because I have found myself unexpectedly in dire need of "spy comics" fit for a six year old audience.
I would be hesitant to risk contamination at this present moment but I would suggest a comic by the name of Spy Vs. Spy if the library has it, being as this is a bizarre nexus of worlds.
If I am well by this time next week please disregard and consider your commission accepted. But you will owe me a favor
You will either be glad or dread to know that the flu currently parading its way through our fair Helltown is DEFINITIVELY zoonotic. If your issue is that human disease doesn't tend to take you, well, there's news.
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Albedo's Laboratory
[Status: Barren. Despite the flourishing garden outside, there is hardly any equipment here, only a couple of improvised workbenches, a few scrounged-up materials, and some glassware that looks like it was stolen from a kitchen...]
[NOTE: Before the 30th, there is a glass orb sitting on one of the workbenches. After the 30th, there is a fine sprinkling of glass shards on the floor, an overturned workbench, and... no Albedo. Huh.]
Character:Date:date: /vague handwave. midmonthish? before rinne's town hall
They'd talked about what he was doing here, of course -- about five hours ago, when Kuja touched down from the sky abruptly beside him as he walked about town, and gave Albedo the opening salvo of, "I remembered something. How good are you with blood?"
He follows Albedo in to the lab, and then waits, expectantly, glancing around at surfaces that look vaguely empty of clutter but not wanting to be that asshole that lays random stuff down in someone else's workspace. It's not that he as a moral objection to being that asshole, he's just not gonna sully a working relationship like that when he knows better. ]
Re: date: /vague handwave. midmonthish? before rinne's town hall
[Also, there's a chunk of the floor that someone seems to have gently convinced to go and melt into the far wall, and a patch of bare dirt where it was peeled up from.]
As you can see, it isn't much. The microscope will be a necessary next step...
[Albedo pulls a sliver of crystal out of the wall, spearing the paper it was holding on a different spike, like a butcher bird. In his hand, the crystal melts like butter, and he reshapes it into a crude yellow lens. He holds it up, peering at Kuja through it.]
Hm... looking a little jaundiced.
12/5, between chaos.
the church sort of caught fire? it caught fire. and then she hurt herself trying to be useful again because it turns out running into the night across the town when you've been recovering from strain is incredibly straining.
it's fine.
she's fine.
except not really but it's whatever.
aoi arrives midday, curious and concerned alike- on one hand, she's not sure what to expect from this. on the other, she's not sure what to expect from this.
but she may as well cut to the heart of things. once she politely announces herself, she removes her mittens to show... well. they've seen better days. )
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Date: 11/19
[Today, the sole resident of the orange house in Poppy Hall is bustling around like a madman, clearing weeds, darting in and out of the basement. Moving boxes, it looks like. Some wood is stacked against the house, too.]
[Right now, he's... filling a cardboard box with soil? What's he building in there?]
1/2
Ugh...
[... But then Calx - or rather, Albedo - walks by, holding a box full of - dirt? That's a very nice, lush smell. But what exactly is he building in there? We have a right to know.]
2/2
[it may well be early in the afternoon as we speak]
I hope you slept well, 'cause... Hooooo, boy. I'm still getting used to these beds, uuughhh~
... But seriously, what's in the box?
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[He hauls it into the basement. Then he pokes his head and shoulders out a few minutes later, with—another box?—and says—]
Joking. It's dirt.
What's the matter with your bed? I... Admittedly haven't noticed anything off. [But his back's still killing him. That's normal though.]
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[What an asshole!]
Anyway. Dirt, huh? Whatcha gonna do with it~?
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Like a little flower, aren't you? A little cecilia. And what bed does a flower prefer but a flowerbed...
I guess I've figured out where flowers go in fall.
[Speaking of... There's a set of drinking glasses sitting on one of the workbenches. Some are filled with dirt already.]
It's getting cold... likely too cold for even the altered plants I've planted around town to produce anything... so I'm preparing a round of saplings to grow without sun, over the winter. I know it's been done, and I know some of the theory behind it, so... this should work.
...I hope you don't mind if I clear some of the concrete down here—just enough for a fruit tree.
few days before Christmas / text
Re: few days before Christmas / text
If I am well by this time next week please disregard and consider your commission accepted. But you will owe me a favor
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[ a few minutes later, ]
You wouldn't happen to be suffering a particularly ardent flu right now, would you.
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