Open Post: What a yarn

[sporesprouter]

There's still quite a bit of winter yet, according to the calendar, not to mention whatever Dark is, and Tress got an idea for a project fairly recently. It's appropriate and it gives her a chance to stretch out a skill she hasn't really gotten an opportunity to use in a while.

So she's in a cozy parlor, sitting curled up in a big comfy armchair right by the window, a basket of yarn at her feet, and she's knitting. It's still too early to be immediately obvious what it is she's knitting, but she's moving with the easy confidence that indicates it's definitely not a new craft she's just now decided to take up.

Sometimes, after all, it's nice to go back to something old and familiar.

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[quote_gentle_unquote]

Susan gives her a small, distracted smile, and starts unloading the contents from the box. They're - eclectic, to say the least. Most seem to be junk: broken toys, queer machines, things like that.

[sporesprouter]

Tress glances over curiously as Susan unloads the box. "What are you working on?"

[quote_gentle_unquote]

"I've decided to start categorizing the contents of the sheds behind the orchards," says Susan, holding up to the light something that seems to be a thin sheet of plastic of unfathomable purpose. "But it's too cold today to do it out there. What do you suppose this is?"

[sporesprouter]

She frowns thoughtfully as she looks at it. "I have no idea. How strange. Maybe it's a cover for something?"

[quote_gentle_unquote]

"Perhaps," Susan agrees, twisting the sheet to the side and peering at it. "Yes, I do believe you've the right idea of it."

[sporesprouter]

"I wonder what it's meant to cover, though. Hopefully that becomes more evident as you find more things."

[quote_gentle_unquote]

In response Susan draws out the next thing, which appears to be a binder full of -- "Arithmetic worksheets?" She pages through it. "Ah. Incorrectly calculated arithmetic worksheets."

[sporesprouter]

She blinks. "Why under the moons would that be here?" A pause. "Although you could ask why anything is here, I guess, us included."

[quote_gentle_unquote]

"I believe you're right." Susan turns a page. "Whoever completed this hasn't the faintest idea how fractions work."

[sporesprouter]

"Well, I'm sure they're good at something to make up for it, at least."

[quote_gentle_unquote]

"Oh, surely." Susan sets the binder aside. "What are you knitting?"

[sporesprouter]

"Oh, a pair of gloves. They're for Galahad. We switched places when that happened, and I found out his fingers tended to get cold, so I thought I'd, well... do this, I suppose."

[quote_gentle_unquote]

"That's very thoughtful," Susan says, pulling a broken tin toy from the box and setting it on top of the binder. She offers: "I switched with Thomas."

[sporesprouter]

"It really was such a terribly awkward event, wasn't it?"

[quote_gentle_unquote]

"Oh, very," says Susan. She thinks for a moment. Lancelot isn't a secret, though she shan't share Lancelot's personal business and traumatic neuroses with anyone. Still, she might as well admit - "More for Thomas than me, I think. He woke up next to Lancelot." A pause. "Did you wake up with Claudius, then? If you were Galahad?"

[sporesprouter]

Tress is only barely acquainted with Lancelot but she very much understands that awkwardness. "Oh, goodness." She shakes her head, though, at the question. "I thought I had, at first, but Claudius had also switched, so I woke up with Aziraphale in Claudius' body."

[quote_gentle_unquote]

"My condolences."

[sporesprouter]

She shrugs. "It was... well, after everything got sorted out, it was fine."

[quote_gentle_unquote]

"At least it's all behind us."

[sporesprouter]

"And thank goodness for that. Hopefully whatever comes next is a little less... embarrassing."

[quote_gentle_unquote]

Susan latches onto this topic. "What do you suppose it shall be?" she asks. "The next thing, I mean. I think we haven't a hope of guessing, in truth, but I also expect it might lessen the sting to make a betting pool of it."

[sporesprouter]

"It's hard to say. The fact that the swaps happened in two batches throws a whole new wrench into things, because it didn't fit the pattern. It makes me wonder if it's an indication that something that's already happened will get an encore."

[quote_gentle_unquote]

"I was led to believe that it was also queer that the undead followed the truth compulsions so closely," says Susan, thoughtfully. "Has there truly been a 'pattern' at all?"

[sporesprouter]

"It was strange, yes, although the truth compulsion day was only the second event here, so it was less notable until they continued on without a followup. Even then, though, the zombies were only a few days later, not a couple weeks. There's definitely a pattern, even if it's not a very strict one."

She frowns thoughtfully. She doesn't have her notes to hand, not expecting to need them, but she's gone over it recently enough, especially after the oddity of the switch, that she knows without having to look it up. "The events occur about a month apart, with margin of a week or so on either side. It's about a thirty day baseline, although it's never been exactly thirty days, so the average shifts from event to event. It's odd, though, because the first swap was only twenty days after the language translation, which made the second swap thirty-three days afterward, almost like the first one was bumped a little early so the last one could be closer to the rough timeline."

[quote_gentle_unquote]

Well, Susan is obviously tremendously impressed! "You've taken careful notes on the subject," she says, reaching for her own notebook and flipping it open to the relevant pages. "You believe there's an element of purpose to the events?"