Waaaaay backdated sidelog: Let's explore the attic!

[warriorscribe]

Who: Enoch and Armaros, of course.
When: Day 51, afternoon
Where: Home
What: Let's take a look at that attic!

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It certainly hadn't been any great wonder, but the things through the trapdoor in the ceiling were interesting, and some of them beautiful. He knew Armaros would want to see them, so he waited for him to return from his afternoon walk.

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i love attics

[smoothangel]

It wasn't long before Armaros came back, the tell-tale jingling of his jewelry jangling away as he walked. He shut the door, came in a little bit further, then stopped and looked around.

Where'd Enoch go?

Okay. It's the reply link directly under the comment in question. @_@

[warriorscribe]

"Armaros, in here," Enoch called from the hallway.

Armaros would find him sitting on the bottom step of the pull-down stairs to the attic, leaning to the one side unimpeded by armor, of course.

"This is the one place we never took a look at in this house." They had been a bit busy settling in and then getting blindsided by being turned into animals.

[smoothangel]

He wandered into the hallway, only to find Enoch about to go into the roof thing. He stepped a little bit closer, wondering what was up there himself.

[warriorscribe]

Enoch couldn't help but smile up at him. "I'm afraid I've already searched it, myself. But there are some interesting things inside. Do you want to get your notebook before we go in there?"

[smoothangel]

O-Oh, umm...yes. Yes, he would like to get it, please excuse him. Armaros ran to the bedroom and grabbed it before hurrying back aaaa-what did Enoch fiiiiiiiiiind?

[warriorscribe]

Enoch laughed again at Armaros's eagerness and stood to lead him upstairs.

"It's a bit cramped at the edges for the shape of the roof," he cautioned as he stepped aside for Armaros at the top.

[smoothangel]

That was understandable. As soon as he entered the attic, though, he couldn't help but sneeze a couple time. Sheesh, dusty in here...

[warriorscribe]

Enoch smiled at that and headed over to the first box, pulling out the garland and string of lights, though he didn't know what either of them were.

"I admit, I don't know what these could have been for."

[smoothangel]

Armaros just stared at what Enoch was messing with before coming over to take a closer look.

It's so....pretty.

[warriorscribe]

"I take it you've never seen it before, either," Enoch said, handing the garland over to Armaros.

"There's a fairly good mock evergreen tree here, too. Why would they keep a fake tree?" He rolled the top a bit beneath his hand, watching the plastic needles bend on the bottom.

[smoothangel]

Armaros took it upon himself to take a closer look at what the wiry bulb things with the garland would...oh. Oooohhh, okay! These were like tiny lights. Too bad there wasn't a power source to make them work, but at least it looked like he knew what they were, all the same.

[warriorscribe]

He knew he would get somewhere with knowledge from the Tower! "You recognize this one?"

He left the tree behind to head over to look at them with Armaros. "It has something that looks as if it would attach to the fixtures on the walls..."

[smoothangel]

Oh, uh, where was his pen? Finally, something to say, though he wasn't really sure how to explain it.

They're lights. They light up with a power source. The thing at the end is how they get it and light up, I think.

[warriorscribe]

"Lights..." The thing inside of them that he's seen on the objects in the ceiling, then...

"There are larger ones throughout the house, aren't there?"

[smoothangel]

He nodded. Armaros would have brought it up before, but... it wasn't like the lights actually worked. He almost missed them being inside the house if he hadn't been inside for most of his time here.

[warriorscribe]

And the thought had never really crossed Enoch's mind. But of those were meant to be lights...

"...But all of the rooms would be lit if they worked. These must be decorative, for their colors."

He can only assume the light would be the color of the bulb, after all.

[smoothangel]

Yeah, right again! Though, he did look a little bummed about these lights not working. They would have looked so pretty.

[warriorscribe]

Enoch paused for a moment and chuckled at the realization that had just hit him.

"Now you're teaching me."

Sure, he couldn't remember anything he may have taught Armaros, but if Michael said he was the one that told him everything and it didn't feel like he was wrong...

[smoothangel]

Ah...ahaha. Armaros looked down at the floor in slight embarrassment before taking a look at the garland thing.

I don't know what this is, though.

Seriously, what was it supposed to be? Though it did look pretty...

[warriorscribe]

"Some things here...I'm sure Azazel couldn't predict. But this is too long to be a belt or a scarf."

Enoch began unraveling the garland to show Armaros how long it was, moving the boxes with the nativity scene and ornaments aside as he did so.

"I doubt it's something to wear, and...what is it made of?" He plucked a reflective strand from it and held it up to the light of the sole window.