IC INBOX: HUGTOPIA.

[begguiling]

Heeeey, you've reached me, Magolor! Actually, you've reached my voicemail. You must be so disappointed. But don't worry, leave a message and I'm sure I'll call you back!

[text/action/other?]

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busts down your inbox, just as threatened

[daikonrose]

[ Hopefully Magolor doesn't like to sleep late, because it's not quite mid-morning when a quick, careful knock is delivered to his door. Kyoko does shuffle from side to side a bit as she waits--gently, though! No messing up the precious contents of this cake box in her arms!

Ah, should she just leave it here? Maybe she should just leave it here. ]

[begguiling]

[Magolor's sleep schedule is all over the place, especially when he doesn't have a regular job with regular hours like running a shop; sometimes he's an early riser and sometimes he's up all night and wakes up at noon. Right now he's on a streak of the former. Lucky!

He does open the door in a bathrobe, though, which looks like his usual clothing—with a hood and everything—except more bathrobey. Good morning!]

Kyoko? Morning~! I thought the kids liked to text first!

[daikonrose]

[ Admittedly Kyoko is not super hip to orb fashion, so she's not... sure if that's supposed to be a bathrobe, but, hm. Ah. Hm. Oh dear.

Thrusting the box toward him, she also bows, all in one quick motion. ]

Yes! Good morning! I'm sorry for suddenly intruding like this out of nowhere! I definitely should have asked first!

[begguiling]

I'm just kiiiiidding! I love company, don't worry about that. Er . . .

[Okay, that's not always true. In fact, the reason he trails off is that he is realizing exactly this second that he's never once had company in Havenwell. He's plenty socially aware enough to have been on the urge of inviting her in, but, uh. Is his place in a suitable state for company? No, no it is not. Because he's been living like a gremlin since Taranza left, never once having considered someone else might want to visit him, especially not when he's been doing the Slight Depression Thing.

Oh no. He looks genuinely embarrassed for a moment before he shutters it, taking the box instead of addressing that.]

What's this about?

[daikonrose]

[ Luckily, Kyoko has shockingly low expectations of manners for everyone besides herself. She didn't come here expecting anything in particular, except to hand over the fruits of her labor, and it doesn't occur to her that she would definitely invite Magolor in were their positions switched. So the only transgression occurring here is that she showed up out of the blue, early in the morning!

Surrendering the box easily, she clasps her hands neatly in front of her. ]

A snack! Please accept it! Even though it's just the same orange cake as before.

[ There were extra caramelized almonds on top this time though. ]

[begguiling]

[THE CAKE . . . THE DELICIOUS CAKE! He holds it to himself in a moment of grateful surprise, like he might think it's going to be taken away again—then he sets it down and moves in to give her a big hug instead. Deal with it, Kyoko!]

Reallyyyyy?! For me~? It was so good last time! I've been thinking about it every day!

[daikonrose]

[ Her eyes widen in the moment before the hug happens, but oh no, how rude would it be to duck away in this scenario? And that time lost to hesitation destroys any chance she had.

She goes completely stiff, neither actively protesting nor reciprocating. She's dealing?? ]

You really didn't have to think about it that much! And it doesn't deserve this much thanks! Really!

[begguiling]

[Dealing is good enough. Dealing still means profit! He holds onto her as he tips up to look at her shocked face, quietly amused. . . . The truth is, he hasn't actually gotten as much touch lately as he was when he was going hard months back, and it turns out he'd acclimated enough to that lifestyle that now he misses it. How embarrassing?! Geez.]

Hehehe, don't get me wrong. I wasn't thinking about it for your sake or anything. I wouldn't waste my time on anything that wasn't worth it! So take the compliment, hmm?

[daikonrose]

[ Wow, something about that compliment felt kinda rude? But she's not totally sure, and Magolor's embrace isn't the ideal place to think it all over. She stammers uncertainly. ]

Y-yes... thank you very much.... Please enjoy it.

[ She is trying to find a polite way to squirm, but it manifests as just plain old ordinary wiggling. ]

also busts down your inbox. this is backdated maybe? to? mystery april?? ???

[whenyouneedme]

[Dear Magolor, were you in the habit of texting all your friends and loved ones with inane chatter? Is there perhaps a chat history here already? Yes? No? Either way, how about this crazy concept: the tablet chiming with a text message that he didn't initiate! Whoa.]

Question.

[begguiling]

[DEAR KAITO . . . there is probably a chat history here already. But surprise! A Kai text!]

Here's hoping I have an answer! I'd hate to look stupid.

[whenyouneedme]

[Surprise!!]

Doubt you would look dumb

Your directory thing's got you down for engineering n stuff. you think you could modify a bike?

[begguiling]

Of course I could! What kind of bike? And modify how? But I really doubt you'll give me any answer I can't work with.

[whenyouneedme]

Course not. its an electric motorbike. been thinking it could use like... storage?

i can bring it over and show you?

[begguiling]

I'll be waiting outside with bated breath! I do want to see this. That's nothing I can't do!

[As above: he realizes his place is absolutely not suitable for company right now, because he lives alone and no one ever wants to visit him, not that he encourages it. Whoops. Outside, outside . . . it's not like he'd bring the motorbike in anyway! Phew!]

[whenyouneedme]

[That's all a Mood right there. Sorry Kai wasn't the "burst through the door at random to say hi" kind of friend. Or you're welcome? A mystery.]

Gotcha.

[Let's not keep the wizard waiting! It wouldn't be too long after that Kai came cruising up on his exceedingly quiet set of wheels, keeping an eye out for the bright spots of color that were Magolor. (He roughly knew where he thought Magolor lived, but the actual house? Didn't know which one. Until.... now!)]

Yo.

[begguiling]

[He waves when he sees Kai approach; both of them are at least unmistakable, especially when a bike is involved! He has a little front yard that he waves Kai into to park and dismount, giving the bike a look over before it even comes to a stop.]

Welcome! You know, I didn't realize you had one of these. When'd you buy it? Handy~!

Audio!

[iustaegis]

Magolor...? [ As soon as he answers the communicator, he’ll hear her a new smile in her voice. ] This is Pyra.

I was wondering if you could assist me with something.

Audio also!

[begguiling]

[He won't switch to video for something like this; he's not here to waste a friend's time. Sometimes. Currently!]

That depends on what it is! But the spirit is willing, let's say. Probably. Unless you're heel turning on me! And maybe even then . . . hehehe. What's up?

[iustaegis]

[ Oh Magolor, she wouldn’t ever betray you. She loves you. ]

I have a power source.... but I only need construct a container for it. A safe one! And preferably a small one. I have a design in mind already, it’s, ah, just that I believe I need your expertise.

[ And because he can literally make wormholes appear out of nowhere, she believes he’s just the person to talk to. ]

[begguiling]

[They'd heel turn together, of course. But today is not that day. Or is it?! This is a very interesting request; he perks up immediately, on his side of the screen. The benefit and drawback of audio. He can react however he wants.]

Weeeeell, first of all, what—no, scratch that! First of all, of course I can do it. I doubt there's anything of that nature I couldn't figure out a mechanism for! And I doubt there's any part of this that would get me turning the work down either. But that said, there's still a lot of information I want and need here. Tell me everything~!

[iustaegis]

Then... .let's talk in person.

[ Because she won't do this over their communicators. Not that she doesn't much care for others listening in, but if they're going to chat, they can also hold hands. ]

Meet me at-- [ Blah blah blah address to some courtyard here. ]

[begguiling]

I'm on my way~!

[In fact, he was already headed out the door, fully confident she'd suggest this if he didn't first. She has a keen mind, attuned to the same things Magolor cares about: effective communication on their own terms, and also holding hands a lot. It's one of her many good qualities. And Magolor doesn't keep her waiting long, zipping along to the courtyard without distraction; he wants to know about this!]

[iustaegis]

[ A soon as he joins her upon a bench, she'll adopt him as usual. Come sit on her lap, you giant floating egg!

Just business, but she appreciates his company now more than ever. He and Somnus had been the first ones that she met in this world.... ]

...An engine. We're constructing an engine. [ A pause. ] Verstael is interested in building a ship of some kind, and, um.... [ Will it actually come to fruition? (And does it matter, when it might be easier to establish more trust with the locals and perhaps acquire a license to build a ship that way?) She doesn't know, but this is giving her something to do. And it is fun, since she does enjoy building things. This is no giant robot, but it's decent enough work. ]

As I mentioned before, all I need is help constructing a container of sorts to house a power source. I have schematics already drafted, but it... does require a fail safe-- in the vain of your abilities. [ His wormhole one. ]

[begguiling]

A ship . . . is he serious?

[Verstael, why are you like this! Not that Magolor disapproves. It's more amusing than anything; why spend his efforts on this? What will he accomplish with it? Why take on a project that'll surely be an obvious undertaking for the locals to pick up on if they should be inclined to track people's movements and the supply chain? These questions probably have good answers—Magolor's not under the misimpression that Chief is an idiot or anything. But without knowing those answers, it sure is funny to think about, in the fond way Magolor likes to think about what shit Verstael is getting up to at any given time.

Anyway.

He's settled in her lap comfortably, and blinks cutely up at her upside-down for the conversation, maybe detracting from the professional tone of talking about power source casing schematics. Or maybe not! That's just the lifestyle on this planet!]

Which abilities do you have in mind? I do have many! But I'm guessing you need something a little better than a lead box here. I have some ways of doing that, depending on what you have in mind and what the energy source itself is.