The Magic Box, Wednesday
Jenkins was just about done setting the store to rights, and all set to begin his experiments again. This week especially seemed like a good time for it, with the general lack of people on the island -- something about a school trip, he honestly wasn't paying that much attention.
So naturally this was the week the Guardian would find herself a problem she couldn't solve alone.
"-- It's not the Genie's Lamp, Eve, I've told you -- because it's never the Genie's Lamp. . . . Yes, well, that was an aberration. The exception that proves the rule if you will -- Oh. No, no, I suppose that could . . . yes, yes. With wild magic back out in the world someone probably could end up with a false -- Eve -- Eve. Colonel Baird. . . . Well then I'm not going to be able to help you anyway, am I? Mr. Jones will just have to be patient. I know it's not his strong suit but -- I am sure it's perfectly comfortable inside that lamp. . . . Try the stormy night room. . . . No, that's the monsoon room. Ask Mr. Stone, he's spent a great deal of time -- yes. Excellent. And you'll call back should you need anythi -- yes. That doesn't mean I don't care. . . . Of course not. I'll have one of the doors in this place set up just as soon as I finish calculating the precise magical spin of the interdimensional -- oh cosine and tangent! I had no idea she could do that cross-dimensionally. . . . No, I imagine she didn't either. I'll be sure to get right on that. Have fun and tell the Librarians to come back alive for me. Alright. Goodbye, Eve."
So. He'd begin his experiments just as soon as he finished setting up the semi-permanent door to the Library in his back room. Which he'd get on just as soon as the headache from having interdimensional quantum geometry shoved into his brain faded a bit more.
For now . . . tea.
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So naturally this was the week the Guardian would find herself a problem she couldn't solve alone.
"-- It's not the Genie's Lamp, Eve, I've told you -- because it's never the Genie's Lamp. . . . Yes, well, that was an aberration. The exception that proves the rule if you will -- Oh. No, no, I suppose that could . . . yes, yes. With wild magic back out in the world someone probably could end up with a false -- Eve -- Eve. Colonel Baird. . . . Well then I'm not going to be able to help you anyway, am I? Mr. Jones will just have to be patient. I know it's not his strong suit but -- I am sure it's perfectly comfortable inside that lamp. . . . Try the stormy night room. . . . No, that's the monsoon room. Ask Mr. Stone, he's spent a great deal of time -- yes. Excellent. And you'll call back should you need anythi -- yes. That doesn't mean I don't care. . . . Of course not. I'll have one of the doors in this place set up just as soon as I finish calculating the precise magical spin of the interdimensional -- oh cosine and tangent! I had no idea she could do that cross-dimensionally. . . . No, I imagine she didn't either. I'll be sure to get right on that. Have fun and tell the Librarians to come back alive for me. Alright. Goodbye, Eve."
So. He'd begin his experiments just as soon as he finished setting up the semi-permanent door to the Library in his back room. Which he'd get on just as soon as the headache from having interdimensional quantum geometry shoved into his brain faded a bit more.
For now . . . tea.
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