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Who: Eustace ( chap_he_is)
What: Eustace planning for a visit to Jack Spicer's room.
When: This morning
Where: His room 911
Rating: G
When Eustace had told Alex that he wanted to pay the evil boy genius a visit because Jack was getting too repetitive, he had meant it. The evil boy genius was amusing but his threats to take over the castle were getting stale. His prattling about taking over the castle reminded Eustace of Rillian before he was un-enchanted but everything and everyone seemed to have that effect on Eustace lately. Jack hadn’t done any physical harm to the residents of the castle. He hadn’t been stupid enough to provoke the wrath of the girls and woman by asking them for the measurements. He didn’t babble on and on about everyone not dying. He didn’t call everyone trash but maybe lamers was just as bad of a term.
Eustace’s original plan had been to challenge Jack and see if he really had anything to back up his catch phrases. Repicheep would have approved of that one whole heartedly. Capsian probably would have to. The wu that Jack gloried in were supposed to have magical powers. Eustace did not like dealing with magic that wasn’t coming from Aslan. The green witch could have brainwashed Jill, Rillian, and he with her magic if Puddleglum hadn’t realized her plot.
His next plan was to get a goat from the village, put a sign around its neck, and tie the goat to the evil boy genius’ door. That plan was the next piece of paper crumpled up and thrown in the wastebasket because of the chaos that it would cause. Jack lived on the 22th floor and it would be a pain to lead the goat up that many flights of stairs. Secondly, Alex was already annoyed by the noises coming from Jack’s room. She probably would hunt Eustace down and punch him because goats are smellier and nosier than Jack could ever have been. And she would know that it was Eustace. She had seen him before. It had been a brief meeting but she would recognize him if he was on her floor.
He tried to think of things that he could do that people were used to doing back home but they all aimed back at Them and Jack didn’t deserve to be treated like that. Things involving Them involved beatings and scrapes and bruises and broken egos and crying girls.
He finally decided on leaving a pile of dolls resembling the evil boy genius in front of Jack’s door with little scrolls tucked underneath their arms. Jack probably wouldn’t get the meaning behind it but it was worth a try. He made a trip to the village’s dollmaker and gave her Jack’s description. She had laughed and said that she would get some extra staff so that she would be able to have them done by the next day. They decided against doing any porcelain ones because they were too fragile. She didn’t ask him for money which was curious.
The castle ghost’s gave him all the paper that he needed, a few pens, some ribbon, scissors and a ruler. He sat down on his bed and picked up the journal. He flipped back to Jack’s entry on the 16th and he started to practice trying to write like Jack. The head of the experiment house had sometimes made them write lines so Eustace was used to doing things like this. Jack’s writing was not tiny like some peoples or overly large and flowery like the person who liked to write journal entries in flowing words.
One of the papers read as follows:
World conquerors are always swayed by chocolate.
Another one of the early ones had:
My zombies are now goo. Fear my mighty evil powers.
In the end, Eustace fixed most of the scrolls to have five lines.
Hey, lamers! I am the evil boy genius Jack Spicer.
I want this castle. I want China.
Surrender now.
After he had finished writing the thirty messages, he cut the papers into strips and tied them with the ribbons. He placed the scrolls in a bag underneath his bed and then headed downstairs for the library. It had been slightly tedious but maybe it would teach the evil boy genius a lesson. It wasn't very likely because Jack, Dream Team, and his devoted cook didn't seem like they caught on very easily.