[ A magical blue phone booth isn't the weirdest thing that Felix has encountered today. That "honor" goes to his new fox-like tail and ears, which are the weirdest by far because they're fucking attached to him. A magic phone booth, on the other hand? Shit, given the sheer impossibility of this place, Felix might be inclined to buy into the troll's promises.

But there's just one problem: he'd have to literally buy into them. ]

Ten gold pieces? You're kidding, right? Listen, there's a difference between being ambitious and overreaching.

[ Which is why Felix is currently trying to talk the troll into giving him a free ride. ]

[ Know what? This. This is officially weirder than the tail and ears. ]

Are you fucking kidding me?!

[ Then there's a flash of orange fur as a fox darts away from the place where Felix was standing. Because yeah, there's no way he's getting near that thing. ]

[ Guess who's trying out his bag of tricks? Quite literally: Felix has a bag from which he's drawing seemingly random objects. A bunch of glow sticks; a pair of thick woolen socks; a rubber band ball; the list goes on. Some of them seem utterly useless, but perhaps there's something that catches the eye?

Felix certainly looks more irritated than intrigued. Don't mind him if he greets any interruption with a snapped, ]

What?

Sender: The Fox (The Fox and the Cat) | Felix
Recipient: Everyone

i'm gonna go out on a limb here and say i'm not the only person who thinks this "magic journal" business is bizarre. or, you know, the whole magic thing, period. what ever happened to good old fashioned texting and technology?

i can't be the only person missing their phone, right?

( come at me with something different! felix's workshop comment is here )