Sounds like the next thing on the list to ask Carlisle. He uh, actually might know; I think magical electricity was something his uncle was really good at.
[It was obviously a terrible idea and surely Carlisle is going to get suspicious pretty fast at what she's up to but OH WELL.]
Maybe we can hook up the trap wire to a glyph for electricity.
[Maybe they can set up an actual alarm system.
Goddamn, magic is cool.]
Okay then. You first. [She nods at him, at his mug, and arches her eyebrows.] If anything happens to you, I'll get Carlisle. [And if not, she'll go upstairs and inhale the steam from her own tea. Win-win.]
That's an awesome idea, actually. Or even just like, a light that would go off in the house somewhere to let us know someone tripped it.
[Because the tripwires are better than nothing, but there are a lot of tiny improvements that would go a long way.
At her next comment he rolls his eyes, but he's smiling a little bit as he turns off his phone and sets it aside; who knows how fast this stuff will kick in.]
Wow, thanks, Em. But okay, um, I'll give it a shot.
[But he's changing his mind at the last moment and deciding to go the drinking it route. As much as he logically knows he's being ridiculous the idea of drinking it seems a lot less anxiety-inducing.
Though wow, ew, chugging tea is way worse than beer. The face he makes when he sets the mug down is probably not very dignified because urgh.]
She's here for him, sitting patiently as he struggles his way through the tea (come on, Chris, it's tea, not a death sentence), rolling her eyes all dramatically because what the hell else is there to do while she plays nurse or whatever.]
You're such a baby. [She sighs.] So? How do you feel?
[Zapping people would be cool indeed but he's slightly worried they'd get the amount wrong and kill someone.
He manages an unimpressed look--though his nose is still slightly wrinkled--at Emily's response, but then kind of thinks about it for a moment. He feels... Pretty normal. Maybe a little more tired? It isn't hitting him all at once, at least, which is reassuring.]
I um, think I'm okay. It's kind of just sinking in.
[And as soon as he says it he starts to feel it a lot more, but it's as if he's just been trying to fall asleep for awhile rather than something unnatural.]
...Okay now I think I'm feeling it. It uh, definitely kicks in.
[He's ready to test this whole dreamless sleep idea out.]
You look stoned. [She is in face smirkinf a little. It's funny, okay? Also really cool. She made this tea with magic. Fuck yeah.] Lie down. If you fall, I'm not pickig you up. [Rage's blessing be damned.]
[Considering the last--and only--time he'd tried marijuana he'd thrown up and spent the next few hours of the party on the couch, he's hoping he doesn't look quite that bad. But it's mostly a joke, and he makes a mental note to tell Emily that story next time she needs cheering up.
But he decides to take her advice for the moment, laying down and pulling his several blankets over himself.]
Okay. Not passing out on the kitchen floor. Everything's cool.
[She's probably okay to go back to her room if she wants.]
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You're talking about Mello, aren't you.
[God, she hates Mello.]
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[And is probably the most annoying of offenders. At least pretty much everyone else who does it means well, though it's still annoying.]
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[He's not sure what she's learning, but that'd be great.]
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[Emily should never have been given magic lessons, who thought this was a good idea to show her how to tap into such power.]
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[It was obviously a terrible idea and surely Carlisle is going to get suspicious pretty fast at what she's up to but OH WELL.]
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No, better ask Carlisle. Last time she tried on her own, she made the room dark. Playing with electricity might end a lot more painfully than that.]
I wonder if this tea is habit forming.
[Magic drugs. God, what a shitshow their house would become.]
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[He wouldn't have to bother Pell every time his iphone runs out of power; he could just bother Emily instead.
He shrugs at the mention of the tea, giving it another glance.]
He didn't mention it, but at this point I don't think it'd matter that much.
[They'd probably be on some sort of definitely habit-forming sleep aid if they were at home, after all.]
I guess uh... We should go ahead and try it out, though.
[He's pretty much convinced himself to go for it.]
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[Maybe they can set up an actual alarm system.
Goddamn, magic is cool.]
Okay then. You first. [She nods at him, at his mug, and arches her eyebrows.] If anything happens to you, I'll get Carlisle. [And if not, she'll go upstairs and inhale the steam from her own tea. Win-win.]
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That's an awesome idea, actually. Or even just like, a light that would go off in the house somewhere to let us know someone tripped it.
[Because the tripwires are better than nothing, but there are a lot of tiny improvements that would go a long way.
At her next comment he rolls his eyes, but he's smiling a little bit as he turns off his phone and sets it aside; who knows how fast this stuff will kick in.]
Wow, thanks, Em. But okay, um, I'll give it a shot.
[But he's changing his mind at the last moment and deciding to go the drinking it route. As much as he logically knows he's being ridiculous the idea of drinking it seems a lot less anxiety-inducing.
Though wow, ew, chugging tea is way worse than beer. The face he makes when he sets the mug down is probably not very dignified because urgh.]
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She's here for him, sitting patiently as he struggles his way through the tea (come on, Chris, it's tea, not a death sentence), rolling her eyes all dramatically because what the hell else is there to do while she plays nurse or whatever.]
You're such a baby. [She sighs.] So? How do you feel?
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He manages an unimpressed look--though his nose is still slightly wrinkled--at Emily's response, but then kind of thinks about it for a moment. He feels... Pretty normal. Maybe a little more tired? It isn't hitting him all at once, at least, which is reassuring.]
I um, think I'm okay. It's kind of just sinking in.
[And as soon as he says it he starts to feel it a lot more, but it's as if he's just been trying to fall asleep for awhile rather than something unnatural.]
...Okay now I think I'm feeling it. It uh, definitely kicks in.
[He's ready to test this whole dreamless sleep idea out.]
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You look stoned. [She is in face smirkinf a little. It's funny, okay? Also really cool. She made this tea with magic. Fuck yeah.] Lie down. If you fall, I'm not pickig you up. [Rage's blessing be damned.]
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[Considering the last--and only--time he'd tried marijuana he'd thrown up and spent the next few hours of the party on the couch, he's hoping he doesn't look quite that bad. But it's mostly a joke, and he makes a mental note to tell Emily that story next time she needs cheering up.
But he decides to take her advice for the moment, laying down and pulling his several blankets over himself.]
Okay. Not passing out on the kitchen floor. Everything's cool.
[She's probably okay to go back to her room if she wants.]
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Mug in hand, she stands.]
Tomorrow, tell me if you had any dreams. I'll talk to Carlisle if we do so I can get it right next time.
[With that, she gives a sing-song good ni~ght and heads off to her room upstairs.]