eswareinmal | And above all, no wishing for more wishes

Characters: Rupert Giles and YOU!
Open? Oh, yes.
Where: All around Schwanheim and the surrounding farmland
When: All day 2nd of Rebirth's Decline
What: Giles is stuck in a bottle. Giles would very much like to let out of the bottle. Giles will grant you a wish should you let him out of the bottle. And if you don't want a messed up poltergeist throwing furniture around, you should probably take him up on that.
Warnings: PG - Mayhem and chaos, but probably nothing much worse.
A bottle catches your eye, as you go about your business

It might be sitting on the dresser of your room, on a windowsill as you walk down the street, or just laying in the grass as though carelessly discarded. It seems, in all aspects, to be a perfectly ordinary bottle...except, well, you probably know by now that it's never a perfectly ordinary anything. For one thing, it seems to contain something, a swirling white mist that seems to move throughout the bottle like a living thing, trapped and testing the walls of its prisons. For another, well, for those who can sense it there's an undeniable spark of power about the bottle, a sense of magic, something that just makes it stand out. And for a third, it's just quite a nice bottle.

Maybe it was left here just for you to find. How else can you explain how it wound up here, just where you happened to look at this very instant, sitting just where it needed to catch your eye?

Go on, pick it up. It will fit nicely in your pocket (even if you don't currently have any pockets) and a bottle is a useful sort of thing to have around, isn't it?

Well, once it's empty. Maybe you should uncork it and shoo that strange mist out, first. Can't tell what it might do to whatever you put inside, otherwise.

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"N-No, um, sorry. It's not. Um...do you remember me? We, um, we spoke a couple of days ago. It's, um, it's Giles. I...asked about your bracelet." He nods at it, although not without some wariness. Giles still doesn't trust it, whatever good it's doing Snow.

"Oh... the Guide," Snow nodded in recognition, a faint smile gracing her lips. "You weren't in a bottle before..."

" 'Guide'?" Giles frowns, thinking back over their last talk. Did he mention anything that would lead her to call him that...?

But, well, more important question. "Um, no, actually, I wasn't. It's, um, rather a recent development, actually. And, um, an unwelcome one at that."

Considering her other names for people, it's likely that there'd be very little Giles could think of that would give any indication why she calls him what she does.

"Oh." She blinks. "Did it shatter? I'd meant to shatter it..."

And Giles, for his part, immediately perks up at the idea of someone having shattered it. He looks around, but a quick glance is enough to confirm that the bottle is still very much intact.

Needless to say, he sounds disappointed. "Um, no. S-Sorry. Still..." And here he fidgets a bit, growing more than a bit uncomfortable at what he knows comes next. "You, um, you did let me out. So that's...that was, um, very kind of you. I'd, I'd like to, um, repay you for it."

"For not smashing a bottle." There's a bit of a smile on her lips at that.

It does sound a bit ridiculous. Giles is well aware that it sounds a bit ridiculous. But he's been given a script, and if he doesn't want to spend the rest of his life in a bottle, he has to follow it.

"You, um, you got it open. A great many people, um, d-didn't even get that far."

"Opening a bottle's like opening a door. A small door that goes no where but inside."

It was said very pleasantly, but with a detached sort of air that matched the lack of focus in her eyes. "It never helps to crawl inside, you know."

"I didn't 'crawl' inside." Giles gives a huff - really, Snow isn't the first one to ask him what he was thinking, sticking himself in a bottle, and Giles is left to wonder what it is about himself that makes people think this is a thing he'd consider. "I was shoved."

It was more the metaphor for drinking that she had in mind, leaving her a bit confused at the retort. "Oh..."

Clearly, this is the beginning of a twisted and confused relationship. Sensing that he's indeed lost the thread somewhere, Giles hurries on. "A-Anyway. Repaying you for, um, letting me out, yes. Let's just...focus on that."

He takes a deep breath, wondering how best to go about this, and decides to just take the plunge and try for the direct approach.

"A-Anything in particular you'd like, then?"

Snow blinked. And blinked again. "...I'd like Dark Chyld to be happy...."

He can't help but wince, anticipating all the ways such a wish might go wrong. Only the fact that Snow hadn't actually phrased that as a wish saves her. But, in this state, Giles can't help but ask:

"Who is, um, 'Dark Chylde'?"

"My son.... my little wolf..."

"So...if you could, um, do something to make him happy...what would it be?"

It's a wish made for good reasons, right? That has to make it less likely to go wrong, right? This isn't going to blow up in her face...right?

"I don't know... If the past is changed, the future will unravel..."

Oh, dammit.

"There's...nothing you can do for him now, then?"

With a scrape of wood and a "thud", Snow's bedside table overturns itself onto the floor. Giles gives a start and a yelp at the sudden noise.

Snow's response stills at the sound. "...something else there?"

And above all, no wishing for more wishes

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