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[open post: in a kitchen]
Mar. 27th, 2024 03:58 pmIn his attempts to equip the mansion with medicinal tonics and tea, Claudius has been spending more time in his workshop, idly drinking the old batches of instant coffee. The coffee's wreaked havocs on his nerves, but lately he's been shaking, unable to stop his hands from tremoring no matter how much he looks at them and wills them to be still. It's not because of anything, really. Little things out of place irritate him, and lately, nothing seems like it's in its place. His cabinet of curated wines, emptied. The medicine cabinet, which keeps producing the wrong hairdye. Certain thoughts he can't shake about the past, about as useless as a box of red or purple hair dye to cover his greys. (It's what Magnus described as trauma: feeling something past the need for it.)
As for the wine cabinet, a drink would've been useful for medicating his unsettled humors. There's the flyer under the door about going to Susan for liquor ... but that takes enough a consideration for Claudius to decide he doesn't need that drink. He only craves it, craves it more or less constantly --
But. He doesn't need it. With his latest distillations and extracts, he can experiment with other intoxicants. The cannabis extract, added to mint and ginger tea, has its usual calming effect. Cravings lessen, at least for alcohol. Cravings for food multiply. Claudius notes it all down, in his batch book for alchemical recipes.
Can I do anything else with this extract? That's the thought that leads Claudius to the kitchen. Unfortunately, it's also the thought that distracts him once he arrives. He came here looking for leftover cooking oil, to mix with cannabis extract. Now he can only stare transfixed at the cabinets and think about how ravenously hungry he is.
But he also thinks about the loveliness of the yellowed light from the window -- another result of the extract. Sighing, he makes another note to himself. Causes distraction, he writes under a list of observations.
He would welcome an interruption to bring his focus back.
As for the wine cabinet, a drink would've been useful for medicating his unsettled humors. There's the flyer under the door about going to Susan for liquor ... but that takes enough a consideration for Claudius to decide he doesn't need that drink. He only craves it, craves it more or less constantly --
But. He doesn't need it. With his latest distillations and extracts, he can experiment with other intoxicants. The cannabis extract, added to mint and ginger tea, has its usual calming effect. Cravings lessen, at least for alcohol. Cravings for food multiply. Claudius notes it all down, in his batch book for alchemical recipes.
Can I do anything else with this extract? That's the thought that leads Claudius to the kitchen. Unfortunately, it's also the thought that distracts him once he arrives. He came here looking for leftover cooking oil, to mix with cannabis extract. Now he can only stare transfixed at the cabinets and think about how ravenously hungry he is.
But he also thinks about the loveliness of the yellowed light from the window -- another result of the extract. Sighing, he makes another note to himself. Causes distraction, he writes under a list of observations.
He would welcome an interruption to bring his focus back.
