Oops? Well, maybe not. Something wrong is cooking.

[master_troven]

It was really bound to happen

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[ashes_ascended]

That prune juice thing... might not get so mentioned any more, not now Sam's convinced his dad that it's actually quite nice, and he's quietly been experimenting with it in the study, as a bourbon mixer.

More curious than perturbed about the sudden noise... it's that kind of household. Phoenix wanders out to, firstly appreciate the effects - secondly, to realise Alec's totally locking the door.

"Balrog?" It's the first thing that comes to mind offhand.

[master_troven]

"Mmm? Oh. Um. Yes?" he lies as he continues locking the door.

Twelfth dimension...

[ashes_ascended]

Okay, so the last one caused all manner of damage, but what's a little rubble to someone of Alec's capabilities? There's also something not terribly convincing about the response.

"Darling. That's not your Balrog expression."

[master_troven]

He pauses for a moment, and leans against the door.

"I have a Balrog expression?" Yes, even in this semi-panicked state he will pause to ponder trivialities.

[ashes_ascended]

"Yeah, sure you do. It's kinda.." He fails somewhat to pull the face, but sort of gives up, because something else has occurred to him. "Summoning doesn't usually happen with a loud bang."

[master_troven]

"Usually."

He hasn't moved from the door.

[ashes_ascended]

"Spill." Phoenix crosses his arms, planting himself stubbornly against the opposite wall, but keeping a wary eye on the door.

The living room door opens a crack, and Sam peeks out, having heard the noise but listening at the door first. "Do we need to evacuate yet?"

[master_troven]

Distraction!

"No Sam, we're all good here. Go finish your homework... or play outside... or... something."

There may or may not be sparkles coming from under the door.

[ashes_ascended]

"There's er, stuff.." Sam points at bottom of the door.

"Go pay Grandma a visit for an hour, baby." Oh yes, Phoenix will play it cautious whenever Sammy's concerned. Sam seems happy about being excused homework, and disappears with a grin to find his teleport.

"And what is that, exactly?" Phoenix asks, re the mysterious sparkly 'stuff' edging away from the door some. VERY reluctant to let anything touch him.

[master_troven]

Alec still hasn't moved away from the door, though he's glad Sam has been sent away. He doesn't know if an hour is enough.

Well, if not, they can always call.

"Vampire dust?"

[ashes_ascended]

Oh fucking gods, that's just too horrible to contemplate. "Sparklepire? You.. Why do I.. HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?"

[master_troven]

"... I don't know?" He's still looking shifty eyed. And it doesn't smell like sparklepire.

It smells kinda cloyingly sweet. Like the sort of thing that'll give you a toothache.

[ashes_ascended]

He knows that shifty look far too well. So Phoenix grabs at Alec's collar, half pissed, half.. okay slightly panicked.. "What. The. Fuck. IS IT?". Alright, so that was a tad too high-pitched to sound fully in control.

"Contagious? Poisonous? Humiliating? I'M NOT spending another three days looking like a freakin' PIXIE"

[master_troven]

The collar is grabbed, and Alec flails a little as he loses his balance.

"It's... not... well it might be contagious, it's not poisonous or humiliating," he says. "It's ... not like that at all."

[ashes_ascended]

He does attempt to support Alec a little. As it's nto a full scale row.

Yet.

"Okay, that narrows it down. Dangerous? Alec! What is it?" Phoenix takes a slow breath, counting to ten. "I promise I won't get mad."

[master_troven]

There's a crying noise from the other side of the door. It sounds like the chiming of bells, sweet and tinkling. There may also be gurgling.

"Um..."