THE JARS THAT BLEED BEFORE THEY BREAK.

[glassjar]

Congrats! You've somehow stumbled upon the pocket dimension where five people with questionable morals (some more questionable than others) live and operate. Are you here on business? Do you have an appointment? Or are you here to see a friend? (Come on, don't make us laugh.)

Maybe you're here on accident due to some multiversal, magical, or otherwise supernatural nonsense? It's happened before, it was bound to happen again.

You can wander towards the house, see if anyone's home. Or you can explore the lush grounds, and maybe run across the wolfman groundskeeper who might try to usher you out towards the nearest portal, anyway. The world is your oyster, just try to be a good guest.

Comments

[oren]

Yes.

[He glances at her fishing rod and then back at Lyra.]

Just visiting. Was about to leave.

[But he's not in a hurry.]

Are you well?

[lyrelyre]

Me? Yeah, I’m okay. The last few days have been kinda slow, though, so I’m looking for ways to kill time around this place.

[She studies him for a second.]

Just visiting? No work? Maybe that’s for the better. If Jake saw you he’d blow a gasket, considering what happened the last time we ran into each other.

[oren]

Brought gifts. For everyone.

[And thus, that will make everything better.]

Gave them to Morgan. Late apology, but better now than never.

[lyrelyre]

Oooh. Presents. Can’t wait to see what you brought.

[She smiles and waves him closer.]

Morgan, huh? Well, that’s… something. I’m sure he’s assigning who gets what as we speak. You got him to come out of hiding, though, so I’m impressed.

[oren]

Good tea. Good wine. Something to fit everyone's taste.

[Oren concedes and moves a few steps closer to stand near Lyra.]

I just waited. A long while. For some maybe.

[lyrelyre]

You sure didn't have to... But I'm glad you did. I call dibs on the wine, no matter what Morgan says.

[She seems happy enough that he's standing closer.]

Patience goes a long way, I guess. I'm glad you got to talk to meet with him eventually. Can I, um, ask what you talked about?

[oren]

[Oren lets out what could be interpreted as a sigh. He answers her anyway.]

Asked what everyone did. Saving in reserve.

[... And as if to soften what he says, the golem adds:]

If really needed. Not any time soon.

[lyrelyre]

[Her lips quirk. Did Morgan wear you out, honey?]

Not anytime soon? You'll make me sad, Oren. What, are we too... sus for you?

[oren]

[Well if Morgan did, Oren wouldn't admit it. He looks at the young woman blankly.]

Delinquent, yes.

[Rude.]

Maybe more. Otherwise, keeping options open.

[And this is for Iona and for Berna. Should there ever be a time when ties fall apart, he'll have learned more, or at least enough to keep them safe.]

[lyrelyre]

[That actually makes her go "pfft" aloud.]

Delinquent. That's one of the nicer things we've ever been called.

[But she shrugs a little, eyes drifting back to the pond. It's no real skin off her back. And she looks far, far from offended.]

But yes. That's us. An option. If you find yourself in a tough spot, make sure you think about us, okay? Hey... you should take back a souvenir, actually. So you don't forget.

Interested?

[oren]

... If it's portable.

[Well, sounds like he's interested.]

Accepted.

[lyrelyre]

Great.

[She's pleased. And now a little excited.

She hands him... the fishing rod.]

Let's see what you drag out of the pond. I think it'll be something small. And portable.

[oren]

[Huh. Fishing... Oren takes the rod and looks it over. Seems durable enough. It's been a while, but he seems to take to it and moves toward the pond.]

Are they edible?

[He's going through a list of recipes in his head, don't mind him.]

If not, I'll still keep it.

[lyrelyre]

That depends on what you catch. Down there…

[She points at the pond, makes a little swirling motion.]

There’s more than just fish. There are trinkets. The small ones can sometimes be caught on a hook if you’re lucky…

But you could also just catch a fish, too, I guess.

[oren]

I can make sushi.

[Barista, housekeeper, babysitter, business management, magic... And sushi chef. This rock, man... ]

Trinkets, I'll take them home anyway.

[And so, without skipping another beat, Oren casts the line. And for a second, the fishing line glimmers— he's added a bit of magic, just to see what it can attract.]

[lyrelyre]

You can? A regular chef, you are.

[The line casts and shimmers along the surface of the water. Lyra doesn’t seem to mind if the golem uses magic to draw up more attention — she’s interested in seeing what will bite, and what won’t.

Eventually, a nibble. And then a tug on the line.]

You got something—!

[Should Oren reel it in, he will indeed have a fish on the line. But as it wiggles on the hook, one can see that it’s no ordinary fish — it is, in fact, a little mechanical one, made of intricate gold-plated metal, and scales of an alien, iridescent stone.

It isn’t alive, technically, but it sure acts like it is.]

Well, you did catch a fish after all. I’m not sure what that one is… but then again, I can’t keep up with everything in the pond. It’s probably worth something.

[oren]

[Oren's expression can only be described as: ???

Not that he hasn't seen Things but every now and then life can hit you with a live mechanical fish. He plucks the oddity from the line and while it tries to flap itself away from his grasp, he holds onto it firmly to look it over.]

Not edible.

... But it makes for a good souvenir.

[He might give it to Berna when he's able.]

What do you usually catch?

[lyrelyre]

No, definitely not edible.

[It wiggles on the line. If taken off, by the mouth, it will still wiggle, but perhaps with less vigor. Its "gills" open and close, open and close.]

Me? I catch fish, but usually, I throw them back. Sometimes I'll catch other little nicknacks from old jobs, the ones that float closer to the surface. That's where some of our "less" valuable stuff goes, you know? Things the others won't miss.

[Floating around, near the top of the pond. It almost sounds like they use this place as a dumping ground??]

That's why you can take that with you. [She rests her chin on her palm again.] No one will care too much.

[oren]

[There's a thoughtfulness to Oren's gaze as he stares at the fish's scales. Something about the iridescent material seems to resonate with him internally. Almost. ]

Less valuable. So a different type of storage. Different way to hoard.

[lyrelyre]

[Could be a little strange, a little magical! Who knows. It's probably wiggling about on its own somehow, after all.]

Hey, don't look at me. [She raises both hands, palms outwards, in an innocent gesture.] I'm not the hoarder around here.

[oren]

Who hoards the most?

[It's a subtle way to ask, at least for Oren who has a good guess but would rather confirm with her. Lyra has been more upfront with him after all.]

[lyrelyre]

Oh, Morgan for sure.

[Like, that's not even a secret. She doesn't care about sharing her opinion on it; anyone here would have agreed. Morgan himself would have agreed.]

We have soooo much crap it's not even funny. "Resources". Bargaining chips. Leverage. All that kind of stuff, important to this sort of work. And then just some stuff we hold onto because it looks pretty, or might be useful in the future.

Like, you have no idea how much junk is in this pond. ...Not that your fish is junk. But you know what I mean.

[oren]

I see. Thank you. For telling.

[Oren uses a finger to tap the side of the flapping fish. A spark of his silvery magic as a result and it finally stills.]

Pond magic? No water damage?

[lyrelyre]

[She takes the rod back from him so he can have both hands free, magically stilled fish or otherwise.]

I guess?

[She scrunches her nose up as she says it.]

Well, no, not really. I don't think anything here is very magical unless we bring it back with us. Not like in a... casting spells kind of way. None of us can do that.

[She gestures around her. She has to speak vaguely, but a broad explanation should be fine.]

But this whole place doesn't go by the rules of normal reality. Things get weird. Sometimes they change, like a dream. Weird storage-pond included.

[oren]

Hm. Ever shifting.

[Oren falls quiet before saying:]

One more thing. For you.