fjordicswagger | Tamsin's House of Sharp Things And Presently Not Enough Alcohol, Thursday Evening

For a couple of minutes, Tamsin had contemplated the idea of just opening up Town Hall for the party, but... what would be the point in that? People were fired up on hormones, people wanted to get laid, you needed a space small enough to get 'em close together. So to speak.

Also, this way she got free booze out of the deal, so-- win win.

She'd hung the black sheets back in front of the large store windows (partly to keep the light out, partly so it was slightly less obvious the house was technically a shop she was technically maybe squatting in). She'd tossed a ton of pillows and an old mattress on the floor, since she didn't actually have a sofa, per sé. The rooms upstairs were... well, okay, they were rooms.

And there was a table for incoming booze. With solo cups. Of course.

Perfect. Time for a party. If anyone had seen the posters...

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"But it's better than nothing!" Navaan protested. "There has got to be a way to help you. This is literally the saddest thing I have ever heard."

"Oh, I know." Bob sighed mournfully. "I did manage a bit during that wishing week, actually - wished myself up a bevy of beauties and got all the fun I could while I could. But except for something like that, it's possession or nothing, I'm afraid. Unless you know a way to make a ghost corporeal."

"I could give you a fake dead body to work with?" Navaan offered. "I mean, you'd look like me, so at least you'd be hot."

She looked around the room. "Or, well, anyone I used a fake death on, I guess. But I don't have any of those handy."

She gestured to her costume (http://ic.pics.livejournal.com/doesdoctorstuff/54143955/8840/8840_600.jpg). Where would she store it?

"I have no idea if that would work." Bob looked thoughtful. "How do you use a fake death?"

He asked as he looked down at her costume, too. A lot. It really was wonderful.

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Navaan was very creative that way!

"You just hit someone with it," Navaan explained. "And then a copy of them falls over. A naked copy. It looks like they're dead! I got a bunch of them in my room (http://ic.pics.livejournal.com/doesdoctorstuff/54143955/12532/12532_600.jpg). I use them for decoration."

Copies of herself, that was.

"Huh." That was...interesting. Bob had never heard of a spell like that before.

"...Does it have to be the whole person? What happens if you only have a part of a person and hit that with it?"

"I've never tried on just bits before. Why?" Because that question was at least a little weird.

It wasn't any weirder than Bob!

...okay, not saying much.

"Most of me is long gone," Bob answered, "nothing you could use a physical spell on. But I do know where my skull is."

"But if it's already dead, why use a fake death on it?" Navaan asked, not following his train of thought.

Probably because hers was permanently derailed in the gutter.

"Or is it like the Fun God, who was actually the god of fakes, and a fake death really killed it?"

"Oo, clever! But no," Bob explained. "If it would create a whole body from a piece of one, I could have a fake death that looked like me." If possessing it would even work.

"I just wanted to see what it looked like naked," Navaan confessed. Because of course she had. "But, huh. I'm not sure about that. I guess you can bring your skull around sometime and we could check." She eyed Bob. "If it works, we can have sex, right?"

"First thing!" Bob promised.

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