needsnobottle | [03 - Video] Acquire

[The video starts with Tammy sitting cross-legged on her bed, wearing her Christmas sweater, her Furby perched on the bed beside her with it's eyes closed, a small clay statue sitting near it as well. She really needs to look into getting some shelves or something. And though she smiles, there's a clear dark worry in her eyes as she addresses the journal.]

Don't know about the rest of you but if I can manage it I'm going to be sleeping with the lights on for a while. Think maybe Lord D-bag just forgot to pay the electric bill? Least it came back on in time for us all to appreciate our gifts.

[Tammy will wear this with no shame. It's COLD HERE.]

Anyway, I know it's not really in keeping with the spirit of the season--better to give and all--but I was wondering if anyone had any vellum? Or any idea where I can find green glitter?

[That bit of business out of the way, Tammy rubs her palms against he knees before leaning closer to her journal, frowning a bit now to match the concern in her eyes.]

Hey, Doc? You okay out there?

{OOC: As a side note, Keep, if you go into the kitchens looking for prune juice anytime soon...you're going to find the stores a bit depleted. At least until who is in charge replaces the three liters she took.}

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Sounds like it's cowering in fear of your upcoming dismissal.

[See? Bartimaeus isn't leading you astray at all!]

That or being it's usual lazyass self.

[She's still not sure she believes you, Barti.]

I guess you'll never know at this rate.

Doesn't really matter why it's quiet; I'm just going to enjoy the silence while I can.

Remember that statement when you come to me with the goods, begging for that dismissal because he started up again.

I'm not resting on my heels here, I'm still working on the materials; I've no doubt the manipulative bastard will rear it's head again, and sooner than I'd like.

Not as big of a fan about this as he is?

Oh sure, it's great fun, not having complete control over my life and body, and tricking people into losing their souls to their whims. I'm having a blast.

[Oh, so much sarcasm.]

Ugh, it collects souls too? Can it get any more passée?

According to it, it's the only food it can consume. Prior to coming here I've never met another djinn so I've pretty much been forced to believe it's word.

You obviously got a djinni that's touched in the essence. Foliots and imps are the mainstays. Only Jabor makes a habit of eating other djinni. I consider it a professional discourtesy.

What's a Jabor?

An unpleasant and unintelligent showing of essence that barely classifies as a djinni. Thick as a brick, but he could always be counted on to fall for every trick in the book.

He and your head parasite would get along swimmingly.

Think Jabor would eat mine if we gave him the chance?

Without question or hesitation. There are only two problems with that: First, he would eat you as well; second, he disappeared into a rift of space itself and is not expected back. Ever.

[That's what happens when you take on Bartimaeus. Because he... totally... planned to have Lovelace summon a higher being that would rend the very fabric of reality and create a suction that he could then trick Jabor into standing too close to, thus defeating him.]

[Aw ,Barti, she would almost think you care.]

A rift of space? Like a black hole? Or something my feeble human sciences hasn't been able to categorize and label yet?

[A terrible delusion to have, Tammy.]

The kind of rift that happens when you try to put sixty marbles into a cloth bag that holds only thirty.

[A dry summation. Higher beings have so much essence that they basically cause the world to implode.]

Couldn't have given the dude a bigger bag? As a professional courtesy, I mean.

[He snorts. That would be a 'no'.]

I'm not the one that blew the summoning horn's high note. All I had to do was save the world from what happened afterwards.

Oh is that all?

Who twisted your arm to make you do that?

One of those regrettable smears of existence that calls itself a magician.

[Natty-boy may not be a terrible magician, but he has a reputation to uphold.]

Yeah, I didn't figure you for the hero type, unless there was someone behind you prodding you along on your epic journey.

Heroics are overrated and never accurately credited. Do you think I enjoy risking my essence for the good of mankind?

Who knows? You could have masochist or martyr tendencies that I don't know about.

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