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WHO: Jack, Elizabeth, Bigby
WHERE: 150 Fables Way aka Woof House
WHEN: 5/2
WHAT: look at this tear, please
WARNINGS:
[ Re: this thread... it had been a trip. Luckily, Elizabeth had time to warn Bigby that Jack was coming over early in the morning (because Jack day-drinking is so much funnier before 10am). She got dressed to the best of her ability, even if Bigby was keen on trying to make fucking sense of what began to now shrink in her shower. The tear, while modest size was getting tinier and tinier. The concern of looking like a fool to Jack wasn't even there, but being unable to come to a conclusion of what it was... that's bothersome. ]
Stop — stop throwing stuff at it! [ She calls out, healing a few clacks of medicine bottles hitting the tub. She's down to the front door, greeting Jack with a tired expression. ] You made it in one piece. Come in.
WHERE: 150 Fables Way aka Woof House
WHEN: 5/2
WHAT: look at this tear, please
WARNINGS:
[ Re: this thread... it had been a trip. Luckily, Elizabeth had time to warn Bigby that Jack was coming over early in the morning (because Jack day-drinking is so much funnier before 10am). She got dressed to the best of her ability, even if Bigby was keen on trying to make fucking sense of what began to now shrink in her shower. The tear, while modest size was getting tinier and tinier. The concern of looking like a fool to Jack wasn't even there, but being unable to come to a conclusion of what it was... that's bothersome. ]
Stop — stop throwing stuff at it! [ She calls out, healing a few clacks of medicine bottles hitting the tub. She's down to the front door, greeting Jack with a tired expression. ] You made it in one piece. Come in.
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[ Jack looks much less put-together than Elizabeth is probably used to - his hair is looser, his clothes less primped and perfect, and he didn't bother with cologne, so enjoy that very faint whiff of tequila, guys. ]
Has it changed any? Bigger, smaller, opened a portal to Hell in your basement, what?
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at least Elizabeth told her husband what was going on before she texted Jack. :) lessons learned. instead of the alcoholic getting punched in the fact, he will go ahead and take his anger out on the foreign object sitting in their bathtub by pounding his knuckles against it. just like punching a wall, it hurts. in the background, the other two will hear: ]
Son of a fucking bitch, if I could kill a goddamned inanimate object right now, I would―
[ that's Bigby pulling the shower curtains off of the rail in a resounding tug, throwing it over the tear in hopes of making it disappear like a magic trick. nope. it just kind of floats on top of it. ]
Grrrrr―
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[ She shakes her head, but it's teasing. She doesn't have a wine glass in hand, but she certainly has some orange juice. It helped calm her nerves, even when she had to deal with the shitshow in her bathroom.
To the master bathroom they go, right down the hall and to the left into their bedroom. ]
It just... just showed up. It was there when I was getting ready. [ Heart nearly leapt out of her throat. But, she ignores the whiff of tequila and instead follows the sound of the cursing furry in the other room. As she pulls the door open and reveals her husband being an utter fool — groaning her own growl. ] Ta-da...
[ She sounds so thrilled... ]
B-Bigby — stop. It's not going away! Maybe — it looks smaller... I don't know! [ A frustrated sigh as she palms her face with defeat. ] It's been a ...long month and this is just another pile of unexplained crap we have to deal with.
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Pfffft.
[ Don't fucking laugh. He's got three hours of sleep and about an entire pot of coffee in him after a very long night, so he can't help the bitten-down smile, but at least he doesn't laugh. ]
Bigby, my man. I think there's something wrong with your scientific process. [ Quickly, hoping to drown out anything Bigby might come back with: ] It definitely looks smaller. Guessing you've already tried sticking your limbs in it, right?
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[ Bigby will stand there like an adult child, a singular finger pointed at the floating shower curtain resting just a couple of feet above their shower's floor. he doesn't actually think he's done something about it, but maybe if they block it from their vision, they can at least pretend this shit isn't happening and isn't going to happen. ]
It isn't going to end here, you know. Next minute, you and I are going to be having sex ― [ oh, hi Jack. didn't see you there. ] ― and there's a bunch of goddamn people looking at us through... whatever the fuck this... is!
[ he continues growling and even raises a foot up to kick it one last time. it should not feel like he's kicking a wall, but here we are. turning around, he looks at Jack and finally responds, opting to ignore his initial comment to favor his question. surprise! ]
No. By all means, stick your hand under the curtain and see if you'll keep it afterwards.
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[ The slight southern twang was obvious when she's stressed — she stammers every so often or gets flustered. Thanks, Dad. Her main concern was not only informing Bigby but trying to get answers. Of course, answers in a place like this are fucking far and few, so Jack was maybe the next step. He can be an outsider, not as intimidating as Ardyn but — all of that thought is gone when Bigby sputters his next line. ]
Hey! Come on — [ Don't start, not around Jack. Her face turns hot red and she instead rips the damn cover off the tear again. It's flickering light low and not even a full foot and a half tall or wide now. ] If that's your concern the answer is not doing it again for a very long time -
[ Not having sex, she means. It's a slight joke but it's fueled by her own frustrations. ANYWAYS. She's looking back to Jack. ]
We threw some items at it... Seems impassable. Like there's some kind of barrier.
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[ Meaning this is all kind of hilarious and Jack is not at all sorry he got up so early for this. Let him just lever himself into the bathroom (opposite Bigby, it's just better that they be as physically far apart as possible) and place a foot on the tear, as if meaning to push it through. ]
See, ya never stick your hand in anything weird. Stick your foot in instead. [ Thump thump. Solid. ] Way easier to replace. So we know it's a window, not a door - this side is, at least. We know living and nonliving things can't go through. We know they don't last forever.
Think somebody could go hop in your neighbor's yard before this thing goes poof on us? Might just be one-way.
[ This is the really wordy version of "iunno lol". ]
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[ having an angry Bigby in a confined bathroom benefits literally no one, and it's fortunate he hasn't gone and broken their brand new sink or mirror yet. Elizabeth can try and threaten him for making comments in front of their (unwarranted, uninvited, unappreciated, etc) company, but he just sputters his lips and runs a hand through his equally messy hair. ]
That's implying I can even get it up after all of this, Elizabeth. I need to schedule a doctor's appointment soon.
[ he will lean back against the aforementioned sink and allow Jack to do his own testing. Bigby is the odd man out when it comes to the science portion of all of this, but in hindsight, it's pretty obvious none of them know what the fuck is going on regardless. the detective isn't about to make himself feel stupid over this. at asking if someone can make their way to where the other end of the year supposedly is, he just laughs. and loud at that. ]
I'm not going to be the one caught with this outside. You both can play rock-paper-scissors for all I care.
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If it's a window, why now? Why here?
[ She doesn't think it's tied to her yet. Haha, oh you sweet child. ]
Wait — what if it's that Goddamn voyeur from Retrosp - ugh!
[ She actually shifts blame to the wrong person, so she begins to storm off - ignoring the comment from Bigby. ]
I need a cigarette, I'll do it. [ She's already digging at this point in her purse for one. Their "no smoking" in the house is strictly enforced atm. who knows how long that'll last. ] Play nice and try not to break anything throwing against it!
[ And off she goes! ]