Miguel (miguel_ohara) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2022-03-12 17:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | miguel o'hara, ~arcturus black, ~sirius black (1845) |
Who: Miguel, Arcturus and Sirius
Where: Magic house
When: Saturday, March 12, just after this
What: Potions delivery!
Miguel had a small box sitting on his workbench, which contained two little bottles of potion cushioned against impacts with each other and the sides of the box by a quick-setting foam. They represented a lot of research, practical learning and hard work, not to mention they meant that Sirius wouldn't die of some awful disease, so Miguel really didn't want anything to shock things up at this point. He closed the lid over, making sure there was no way either of the bottles could rattle about and then lifted the box and headed out of the lab.
He had to go all the way down to the Spine, travel along the gap between wheels 3 and 2, and then back up to the level where Arcturus' house was, which didn't take all that long given that most of the journey was via elevators, but it still meant a decent length of time spent thinking, and most of Miguel's current thoughts were taken up with "Why the shock are all my clothes fitting me right now?" and "How the shock is the spidersuit cut for a woman's body?" because it was UMF and that didn't get reworked or restyled or anything like that. But the spidersuit fitted him perfectly - he was wearing it right now, under a hologram of his usual clothes - and that made no sense to him at all. That meant it would have needed to be made for a woman. Which he really really wasn't. And he was just too shocking tired to even start thinking about why.
But he didn't have time to keep thinking about his clothes, because there was Arcturus' front door. It opened as he approached, so he walked through and made his way up to the front door of the house on the hill.