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נεғғεяsση (haberdashery) wrote in theconsolelog,

It was a thing. She appeared here, and she wouldn't leave this place. Perhaps there was a method to that. Going where one entered, or being easy to find.

"You grew up in a land without magic, where the crime rate in larger cities is more barbaric than the slimiest parts of the Enchanted Forrest. There's little excuse for a lock-less door." He was too old to argue on about this. His little girl would know better and they lived in a cottage made of mud. Magical land of children loving monsters was making her feel all mushy and safe, but he'd already said there was no safe in a new realm. And no one listened to him. Why did he bother?

Jefferson grabbed for the battery operated power tool and pushed up from the couch to go to the front door and begin to mark where to place the screws. "The larger one is supposed to hold the basics. Though the mystic cautioned to make sure you practiced in a safe place. Away from others." He looked over his shoulder but briefly to stare at her pointedly. "And take it seriously. It wasn't easy to get her to part with those."

And with that, he began to screw in her lock so that she wouldn't be susceptible to the Ghastly that was lurking out her window but apparently held no danger.