A series of events in one of LPAUAU’s many paths.
Pix opens Zloy’s fridge, out of habit. They start a discussion about the stains on the middle shelf. Pix isn’t sure he wants to know.
Pix notices a bottle of what is either mineral water or carbonated vodka in the fridge door. He asks Zloy about it, who has no idea what he’s talking about. Pix assumes the former, because Occam’s Razor and also Zloy doesn’t tend to drink alcohol.
(Zloy can’t be affected by alcohol as a zombie and finds the taste horrendous, so he doesn’t bother)
Zloy says he can have some if he wants, he doesn’t really care, so Pix shrugs and pours himself a glass.
He notices it’s reflecting light weirdly and looks kinda shimmery, but doesn’t think much of it.
It’s not mineral water
It’s definitely not mineral water.
Pixlriffs did not, in fact, drink mineral water.
So now he’s on the floor with a terribly high temperature, coughing up glittery vapour.
Which is. Probably Not Good.
Zloy heard him fall, so he goes to check on him, and he’s not a doctor nor particularly knowledgeable of Human anatomy but even he can tell that when you start spitting sparkles, you should probably get checked.
(Plus Zombies can sense temperature, which is usually used for hunting their primarily warm-blooded prey, but is also activating Zloy’s alarm bells because Pix’s temperature is much higher than usual)
So funnily enough, Pix did not drink mineral water. Or carbonated vodka, for that matter.
No, that was an awkward potion. You know, the one that you have to make before you can make any of the other potions?
The one that’s full of magic but has no way to direct it?
Yeah. That one.
To a Player, that much magic is essentially a drop in a pond. You might notice it, but it’s perfectly fine.
To a Human, however? It’s more like a drop in a puddle the size of an ant
Zloy recognizes the signs of magical overload, at least once he gets his act together long enough to stop panicking, and then he starts panicking again.
Because like. The only way to deal with magical overload is for the individual to use that magic, and Pix is very much not experienced in magic whatsoever. Zloy’s not even sure if Pix believes in magic.
But. Uh. He better start believing quick.
.
So the advantage of potions is that the magic, once expelled, doesn’t come back… uh, usually.
So Zloy figures that one Pix gets it out, with a very minor, very simple spell, he’ll be fine!
(The spell winds up being a very, very small, weak illusion, because that’s what Zloy’s had the most practice with. Pix is pretty out of it, so he figures he won’t even remember)
And it works! The magic’s gone! Pix wakes up with a killer headache a few hours later and not much idea as to what happened.
Zloy makes him promise to not drink any weird liquids out of his fridge ever again.
A week later, in the middle of recording, Pix starts exhaling small wisps of glittery vapour. He doesn’t notice it. Zloy does.
Well, Пиздец.