Who: Marekxbwl & Kirleyheir What: getting high... or at least, cheerful. When: Saturday (backdated) Where: Marek's room, in the unit he shares with Melinda Warnings: TBD, but rather likely. JUST SAYING.
Marek's terrible mood, the one that had been present pretty much since he'd gotten to the compound, had lifted. It had almost gone away a few times before-- like in Medieval World, when he'd gotten his own smithy again-- but right now he felt truly amused and cheerful. It was potion-induced, that much was obvious; the creation he'd concocted for Gamma's experiment had not been nearly as poisonous as he'd intended it to be. Obviously, he'd known it wouldn't be a strong poison; he knew enough about poisons to realize that none of the ingredients would actually kill him. Which was why he'd tested it himself, to see what the effects would be.
This was how he'd gotten himself poisoned quite a few times before, but this time he'd gotten nothing to that effect at all. Instead, he'd suddenly found himself grinning and laughing at nothing in particular. He was now draped cheerfully and lazily on the couch in his room, amused by the simplest things, like the color of the draught (a nice threatening bright red, or cheerful bright red, depending on your perspective) and the tapping of his fingers on the glass vial it was in.
He'd not bothered to get up when Duke said he was coming over, but waved his wand to unlock the door from where he was sitting, so Duke could "surprise" him whenever he got here. Surprise him, ha. As if he could possibly manage that.