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[rachelfuckudied]

[Man, so how 'bout that eclipse, huh? Crazy new powers? Sudden lack thereof? Wacky. On your way back to your cabin to recuperate from a day of this, you may notice IT IS MYSTERIOUSLY UNLOCKED, as are any locked containers you may have kept valuables in. You may also notice something of yours is missing

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[buffleheaded]

[quite calmly collecting a few precious gems from the pile]

Gargamel just can't seem to get a good night's rest without them...

[rachelfuckudied]

Gargamel?

[buffleheaded]

He's my familiar. He's gotten a pretty good little hoard going here.

[rachelfuckudied]

Ah, got it! Well, by all means take them back.

[myblackwand]

*picking up several smooth, palm-sized stones, each engraved with runes*

...really, one would think a thief would know better than to rob a sorcerer's workroom.

[rachelfuckudied]

Hey! Don't call me a thief!

[myblackwand]

I am at a loss, then, sir, as to what to call you; you perceive, you entered my work-room, which is not generally open to the public, and removed these flash-stones, which are certainly not intended for the use of any who desire them. Regardless, you could have done yourself considerable harm with them.

[rachelfuckudied]

I prefer the term 'treasure hunter'. And at the moment, I'm a treasure hunter who can open locks with his mind. I mean, you see how I had to take advantage of that, right?

And anyway, I know to be careful with magic stuff. I took what looked the least dangerous.

[terror_of_deth]

*pulling on what appears to be a pole sticking out from the middle of the pile, though it doesn't seem to be moving*

So this is where this thing went to.

[rachelfuckudied]

--Oh, here, need some help with that?

[terror_of_deth]

Yeah, I would.

*pauses on the pulling to kick some stuff off the top of the pile*

Damn, that's really wedged in there.

[rachelfuckudied]

Yeah, sorry about that...

[pushing stuff from the top of the pile to the sides, with pauses to more delicately remove fragile-looking things]

[is_my_copilot]

[. . . about the only thing Canaan owns is a candleholder, and he's retrieving it from the pile with an irritable expression]

[rachelfuckudied]

[waves and smiles in a "yeah, I see you taking your thing back, no harm done right? :D" sort of way]

[is_my_copilot]

[may be carefully examining the glass petals of the candleholder for damage]

You know, I'm fairly certain I locked the cabin door when I left. And that my footlocker doesn't have a 'help yourself' sign attached.

[rachelfuckudied]

[Locke was very careful with breakables ♥]

You did and it doesn't. Sorry, new powers. Begged to be tested out.

[bioengineered]

You know, Locke. I thought you'd be a little better at not being so obvious about this sort of thing.

[rachelfuckudied]

Hey, Max. I wasn't exactly trying to hide it, I just wanted to try out these new powers and have a little fun with it.

[bioengineered]

And what, turn it into a scavenger hunt?

[rachelfuckudied]

Sure, why not?