[Video] - November 3 or so (before the bonfires)

[scarsolderthanyou]

[The network window that opens up for people when they connect, today, shows a mirror in a hallway, with a familiar face in it-- mostly familiar, anyway. Sam Stone's skin has gone gray, literally-- not sickly gray, not pale or ill-looking... just gray. As if it faded from color along with his hair. The only color left to him are his eyes, still light blue.]

Anybody listening today? I thought maybe we should catalog all the weird changes we're all going through. I'll start.

[He holds up his hand-- also gray.]

I got that bloodhound-league sense of smell thing a while ago, and on Halloween a spider turned my skin gray. Crazy, right? Also, I can growl when I'm grumpy about something. Demonstrations available if you want 'em.

Who else has had some weird shit change for them?

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[vernal_miss]

[Her laughter sobers in a hurry at the information relayed about a bald man, and she corrects her position from laying on her side to prone up on her elbows. This sounds like a lead to what may be behind all the magic.]

What did he do? Did he say anything? [Out of the ordinary especially.]

[scarsolderthanyou]

He was fussing with the old bomb they found, and he looked at us funny. Might have acted a little like he either knew who we were, or knew something about us somehow, but that might be reading into things.

We didn't see him very long.

[vernal_miss]

Maybe he could tell we have a bit of the magic...

Why do you think he was interested in that old bomb? Wouldn't that be dangerous?

[scarsolderthanyou]

It would be, unless he knew what he was doing with it. The day after he messed with it, they had to detonate it instead of defuse it.

Might be he's behind that. Can't think of why he'd want something like that blown up, though.

[vernal_miss]

[Either the man had been incompetent in his messing with the bomb or he had purposefully made it worse. Neither option is tolerable and Nel frowns with her nose wrinkling.]

That’s rotten. It broke lots of stuff and kept the museum closed for a long time.

[Nel likes to create, not destroy.]

[scarsolderthanyou]

I know, it is. Also put a lot of people out of their homes and work. I'm keeping an eye out for that guy, in case he shows up again. And remembering his smell.

[vernal_miss]

[Nel enjoyed having Sam stay over, but he had to do so only because the bomb was found.]

Does he smell funny?

[scarsolderthanyou]

A little. Like too much body spray, ozone, and... and a cat maybe?

[vernal_miss]

[That poor cat.]

That sounds gross… What is ozone?

[scarsolderthanyou]

[He pauses, trying to come up with words. Describing smells is hard.]

Like. Jet exhaust mixed with warm wind mixed with, I don't know, that smell you pick up on a hot day? Not quite the asphalt roasting, but more like hot sand.

Smells are really hard to put words to, I'll have you know.

[vernal_miss]

...that sounds even worse. [Her assessment is completed with a tongue tip stuck out at the end for emphasis.]

I've never tried to describe a smell before. Any time I think of something important I could smell, it's something most people already know. Like when mum cooks.