[open + closed]

[thereneverwas]

WHO: Barrow, Benedict, Brother Gideon, Bfifi, Bmado, you??
WHAT: June catch-all
WHEN: Justinianish
WHERE: around and about the Gallows
NOTES: Individual character starters below, hit me up if you want something specific.

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[nonvenomous]

Having drawn down a jar or pot or satchel of grainy husks, Dick Dickerson pauses with it in his hands, his eyes cool in their consideration of Brother Gideon in the lamplight. He is already touching it, this strange balding man in the wee hours, rifling through the infirmary stores like a particularly bold raccoon.

“No.”

There’s a soft thunk when he places it down on the same surface, his far hand already well on its way to shaking an empty pouch out of his satchel.

[venenifer]

If Dick is a raccoon, Gideon is an opossum, an equally odd little creature of the night who goes similarly still and meets his gaze squarely.

"Mark down what you're taking, please," he says quietly, too politely, his eyes never leaving Richard's.

[nonvenomous]

He pauses again, a prickle of tension coiled taut up the spring of his spine.

...

“Of course.”

He flops the pouch open, busies himself with scooping from pot to pouch, careful not to spill. He cinches the pouch closed before moving on to a bottle of oil and a vial, tipped lip to lip. For someone rarely seen here since Gideon’s arrival, he seems well-acquainted with what lies where.

“Where would you like me to make my mark?”

[venenifer]

It's at least slightly reassuring, knowing nothing will be spilled or wasted. It would be, at least, if Brother Gideon were the type to be reassured.
Remaining very still all the while, he turns to slide a leatherbound book from one end of the worktable to the other, which he then flips open to the appropriate page. Eyes flitting from Dick's chosen reagents to their entries, he points wordlessly at one line and then the other.

[nonvenomous]

Vial corked, pouch tucked away and sources replaced in their cabinet, Richard produces a pencil from his satchel and moves in to comply as directed.

On the first line indicated, he sketches the approximate weight of husks taken in tidy print.

On the second, he writes, Get fucked, measures Brother Gideon a little too directly next to him, and adds, Mage Tower, F4 RA. He closes the book himself, sharply, that same hand left flat over the cover while he shoulders his satchel to depart.

“Thank you for your assistance.”

[venenifer]

Sliding the book back toward where it came from, Gideon puts it away. Then, when Richard has left the room, he slides it back in front of himself again and opens it to look at the entry.