And Callie was a goner

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Who: Callan & You
What: The Lake Guardian escapes gay baby jail I mean prison I mean the lake—
When: Forward-dated 7/31
Where: The Grove
Warnings: usual Callan warnings apply, so this log will probably mention eating people & violence, as well as Callan's usual shapeshifting to have too many limbs/eyes/etc.


The fog wall imperceptibly rolls back after everyone arrives back on dry land, back to the safety of Aldric's Grove, where the scary wet creatures cannot get anybody anymore.

Well. All except one scary wet creature, who realises with a start that the fog wall is passing over his head, stopping in its roll-back at the opposite edge of the lake. Which means he's free. He can leave the lake.

Finally.

Thus does this half-corrupted Thing haul himself out of the lake on long, spindly human limbs and scuttle through the woods, making a three-day journey in the record time of about four hours, plowing over trees in his wake. And when he arrives at the Grove, he still doesn't stop moving; a blur of black is all anyone will see, a strange shape in the daylight, as Callan skitters forward and then pitches himself into the well.

...

Anyway, good luck with that, y'all.

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[Damn, can't believe that worked.

Siffrin makes a face at the slimy feeling, even through his gloves, but he turns and sets off towards...the general store? Maybe? This plan is admittedly a bit haphazard, but he's doing what he can. Time for an adventure, Callie! It's a fight the whole way there trying to keep the slippery little thing from squeezing between his fingers.]

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[Well, Siffrin will probably make it to the general store okay, while Callan wiggles in his grip and giggles madly... have you ever held a really upset baby snake, because this is basically the feeling x6. The tentacles continue to poke and prod at the gaps between his fingers...

A tiny voice chirps,]

Where are we going!

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[The tiny, clueless voice almost makes him feel bad. But Siffrin persists. He will not be swayed by a sympathetic facade again.]

Just looking for something cozy, that's all...

[Still keeping a firm grip on the wriggly little thing, he scans the shelves. Maybe there's, like...a fishtank or something...? He doesn't intend to hurt the little guy just in case it is ultimately harmless, just...y'know. Perhaps find something to keep it in to better keep an eye on it.]

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[Yeah, Heimr will sell him a fishtank. People used to fish lots 'round here, and sometimes they'd keep 'em in their homes and all... sure, have a fish tank! He is very aware that Callan is just in there and maybe this is a horrible idea, but also Callan is Callan and who knows, this might be one of you kids' harebrained schemes to fix everything again?? Complete 100% old man trust here.

Meanwhile, Callan starts singing a song, except he's too small for it to really be heard, so it sounds like a distant mosquito sound with a beat to it. Hooray.]

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[Thanks, dad.

Siffrin carefully sets the tiny Callan inside the fishtank before quickly closing the lid again.]

See? Homey, right?

[He even picks the fishtank up, carrying it back outside where the view is possibly more interesting.]

You could even call it a...mobile home?

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[Callan climbs the fishtank walls and sticks to the side of it with his tentacles. Anyone looking from a long distance might think that Siffrin has some sort of black marimo, or maybe even straight up hair, just clinging to the side of that tank there.]

A mobile home! That means I can go anywhere I want!

[...he can already do this.]

I'm going to move this home everywhere! Thanks, little hat guy!

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[...This monster guy really isn't the brightest, is he? Maybe Siffrin didn't actually have to worry about them that much.

Oh well. Too late, they're committed now.]

You sure can.

[In theory. If he carries the tank. Which maybe he will, if Callan promises not to eat anyone in exchange. For now, Siffrin just carries the tank across the grove to the inn.]

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[You put a trickster god in a fucking fish tank, he's having a phenomenal time. He will cast Create Water (miniaturized, of course) and fill the tank with clear water, which will make it that much heavier to carry, unless Siffrin has already put him down at this point.

Second house! Hooray!]

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[Siffrin is still carrying it, so the sudden added weight makes him stagger and curse. But he's surprisingly strong for such a little fella, so he manages to recover without dropping the tank and gets it back to his room safely.]