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[Fortescue is used to losing a little time here and there. That's the life of someone who drinks heavily. But coming back to herself in a part of the ship she's never been in? While sober? That's different. She's about to chalk it off to the ache in her healing right knee that's been bothering her — maybe she's back to the woozy part of her injury — but then she spots something that doesn't really fit the decor of the ship. Something painted, angry and red, and she decides to get back to a part of the ship she recognizes.

A bar, more specifically. Because suddenly she really, really needs a drink. And to sit down, because her knee is back to shooting pains up her leg. She downs half of the drink quickly — barely paying attention to what it is — before she pulls her comm out. Jazz is spends the time prowling the bar, the slim black cat stopping occasionally to sniff interesting objects.]

So who's the madcap artist having a bit of fun?

[It had been interesting. She'll give it that.]

While this place could use some livening up, I'm not sure that disturbing painting really sends off the right vibes. Much like those smiley faces.

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We've got quite the varied crowd on this thing.

you have NO idea

anyway
whered you see this arm reachy picture

It was on the floor but apart from that I can't really tell you.

Kind of got turned around.

[By hearing voices. Whee!]

oh yeah thatll happen
ive been marking things to keep going ih̏ͨͭ̋́̕͟e̴ͥ̔̌͑̂ͪͥ̈́͠ ̷̿͛͐̃͛́̚T̿͗͂ͨͬͬ̌̏͏̡͟

[a few minutes later]

does that look weird to you

Just a little. Did you mash a few buttons, darling?

no
buggery network thats all

[ruining his game]

might be related to the paintings actually
anyWAYS i was going to t͏̨҉e̡͡llyou to start making additions on your own
definitely cuts down on any pot̕҉eti͟aļ̕lly creepy bits when the arms have all got socks drawn over them̷̭̭̘̞͖

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[She chuckles, although softly when she considers all of this being connected...]

Then I need to track down a permanent marker. It's a shame we don't have any sticky googly eyes around here.

oh i could me̴ͥ̔̌͑̂ͪͥ̈́͠ ̷̿͛͐̃͛́̚T̿͗͂ͨͬͬ̌̏͏̡͟ke you some
if your ht͏̨҉e̡͡art̕҉ is really set on em

Really? That would be awfully nice of you. How?

maļ̕gic

how largt͏̨҉e̡͡ dyou want̕҉ em
normal size or comically massive̡͡

[Magic? Making googly eyes? Oh, she wouldn't ever miss this. She might even be a little jealous.]

Comically massive, definitely.

rļ̕ght

4t̻̙͎̘̳̤̜͞h level be there in 20 mļ̕nutes̪̞̞̟̹̮̼ time

I'll be there. Black cat. Hard to miss.

[If she does say so herself. But mostly, she means the cat, because he's a great identifying marker as he follows her around everywhere.]

brļ̕lliant ļ̕ love cats̪̞̞̟̹̮̼

[Which is, actually, true, doggishness and all. And in twenty minutes time (more or less, with added time for casual lateness), Sirius can be found wandering along the corridor, his hands in his pockets, whistling aimlessly and looking, idly, for a black cat. Who is probably accompanying the person he was texting and not actually doing the texting itself but then again, any decent wizard wouldn't necessarily rule out texting a cat.]

[Jazz would certainly love the ability to text, just, possibly, for the chance to text people for food when he feels that he's being starved. One hour is too long to go without a scrap of food.

He is, however, perched on Fortescue's right shoulder like a fuzzy parrot, as she steps off the lift and looks to either side of her. She doesn't know what to look for, exactly. Maybe some googly eyes in a person's hand?

Given the fact that she's the marker, with the cat, she mentally shrugs a little and then decides to do a bit of wandering down the corridor.]

[Cat.

Sirius is considering one of the doors in the corridor (Sally's door, actually), sizing it up as a potential canvas for drawing a glowy rune, just for fun. And then, stepping off the lift, way at the other end of the corridor: black cat, with a fit woman who was likely the one doing the texting.

Got it. Sirius drops his wand arm and shrugs his hands into his pocket, and takes the rest of the corridor at a stroll as he wanders over to meet her.]

Googly eyes?

[Not much in way of greeting, but certainly bound to get attention.]

[It's direct and to the point. Fortescue chuckles, smiling, raising an eyebrow.]

I'm afraid mine aren't very googly, but I've heard tell that there are some hanging about. Or will be.

[Jazz blinks curiously at Sirius, staying where he is.]

[Got it in one. He grins a little and stops, his hands shoved into his pockets.]

Hovering, maybe. But probably not hanging. You've got nice eyes, I'm glad no one's googled 'em for you.

[When he pulls his hands out of his pocket, he's got his wand held in his right hand, and he twitches it toward her like he's scratching at something in midair.]

I dunno that I can do the sort that come pre-sticky, you might have to work out how to stick 'em on for yourself. But you seem clever, so I s'ppose you can manage. [In his other hand, he's got a rather large button, like one snipped off of an overcoat, and he holds it out to her.] This is for you.

Thank you, love. I've been known to scratch a few brain cells together.

[She accepts the button with a curious raise of her brow, her eyes mostly on Sirius' wand. Fortescue's seen stories in elven fairy tales about this sort of thing, but she's wondering if that's... what she thinks it is.]

There has to be some form of adhesive on this ship, or it's in trouble. More than it already is, anyway.

What a vague threat--

[--He says, as he squints down at the button in the palm of her hand, with a critical eye--first from one angle, and then another. After a moment of this close consideration, he raises his wand, somewhat thoughtfully. And he grins, and darts a quick look up at her.]

I like it. Leaves room for action.

[And then he taps his wand against the button, with a murmured word. Latin, of course, too mumbled to make out properly--and it presently will no longer matter what he's said, because the button is expanding upwards, puffing up as if it is filling with air, swelling until it's about the shape of a disgusting boil.

Sirius gives it another poke, and silently, the whole thing goes translucent. Now it's like she's holding an overlarge snowglobe.]

Good start, yeah?

[Fortescue chuckles, although it dies down a moment later as she watches the button wriggle and puff. She hasn't seen magic quite like this before. It exists back home, but the people who can do it shut themselves into labs. It's all quite secretive.]

Quite good.

[She raises a brow curiously.]

Have you made one of these before?

Nah.

[He taps it again, right in the dead center of the bulgey bit. It quivers, once, like a gelatin, and then a black dot begins to well up in the center. Clearly, this is the googled pupil of the googly eye.]

And I've only ever seen the googly eyes in muggle shops. Wizards haven't caught on to the trend yet, we still google our eyes by hand. But it's not exactly hard to work out, is it. Especially not as a favour to you.

Well this is quite kind of you, in that case. [Her gaze is on the black dot, swelling into the pupil in the middle of the clear 'eye'.] Perhaps when you go home, if we all get there, you can start a new trend.

[Fortescue's mostly joking. She's heard all kinds of stories about memory troubles. But hey, if one did remember, googly eyes would be a fun trend to be responsible for, right?]

Think there's a market for 'em?

[The pupil has, by now, swelled to fit the comically large bill, and Sirius gives the eye another tap. There's a blorp; the surface quivers, and then solidifies, all at once.]

Ta-daaaah, as the muggle magicians say. One comically large comically googly eye. For you.

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text; -> action??? super late action??? or we can handwave whatever works!!

super late action works for moi c:

awesomeeee

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