[open] december will be magic again

[kingsroads]

Who: everyone!
When: the evening of D15
Where: A small meeting hall on the moon, close to the portal to the carnival
What: a whole bunch of show-offs meet up to show off their magic, people interested in magic come to learn about said magic, and other people show up to see if something inevitably gets set on fire. (aka mage club)
Warnings: none so far, will edit if needed.

The meeting hall is a large open space, with hardwood floors and a rustic decor. A few chairs and tables are scattered around, though there aren't enough for the amount of people who'll hopefully show up. Some food has been set out: mostly finger foods (tiny sandwiches, fruit, veggies & dip) though there are some savory options and plenty of home-baked cookies, courtesy of Rin. Drink wise, there's water, hot chocolate, hot tea, and a few bottles of wine because tipsy magic sounds like an awesome idea and this is what happens when the alcoholic makes the dinner menu. Aside from the food table and the few tables, there's not much of anything in the room: plenty of open space for showing off or getting out of the way of someone who wants to show off.

One of the doors of the meeting hall leads to the outside. There's a wider, 'backyard' sort of area with plenty of room for people to cast magic as large and impressive as they want. A fire pit stands outside also for warming your hands and other fire-based magic. Please don't set the building on fire.

This is all very informal. If pressed for details, Strange would have told anyone to just come whenever, stay as long as you like, and so on and so forth. The emphasis is on learning about each other's magic, displaying one's skills and talents, and helping anyone who wished to learn magic decide on a path for them to take.

Showing off is just a given.

( ooc: This is an open mingle log! Feel free to make your own top-levels & tag around! )

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[whattaprick]

"So you could say he's a Solass?" Lambert grins, though he shakes his head on Strange talking about removing the barrier to magic.

"Does she actually want it removed? She didn't exactly sound thrilled on the radio." Yeah, buddy, guess who can eavesdrop too. "Pretty sure I heard something about "demon possession" in there."

[kingsroads]

"She might not want it removed but it certainly needs to be removed," says the person who only has the barest amount of knowledge with regards to the situation and is saying this pretty much entirely due to his own beliefs and self interests. It's obstructing magic. Of course it needs to be removed. There's too many parallels with the state of magic in Strange's world for him not to have an opinion on this.

"People were wary of magic returning to England as well, but it worked out in the end. They'll adapt."

[whattaprick]

"You're doing that thing where you sound like you've got your head up your own ass again," Lambert says amiably, with no real judgement. It's mage business, so what the hell does he care?

"Just don't let it get in the way of doing the job. Also, did you miss the part about 'demon possession'? Because if that's something that can happen to her here, using her magic for the Carnival, that seems like one of those things you want to know about before it's a problem."

[kingsroads]

Wait, he's doing that again? Ah shit, he's supposed to be humble, sounding like he's got his head up his ass can't help in that regard (even if a part of him still believes there must be a way to return magic to Thedas without much harm and she just hasn't found it yet.) Strange briefly looks apologetic, but doesn't exactly say anything with regards to Lambert's comment. After all, there's magic to talk about.

"I'm still not sure if the demon possession is a feature of Miss Lavellan's magic or Miss Lavellan's world. If it's the latter, then there's not much to worry about within the carnival."

But if it's the former...well, then they'll have problems.

[whattaprick]

"Magic's always something to worry about, Strange," Lambert snorts. "One of these days, I'm going to get that tattooed on you."

After everything they've been through, to claim otherwise seems willfully blind at best, and many unkinder things Lambert could call it besides that.

[kingsroads]

Strange can't help but smile a wry little smile at that. "Yes, but it's not something to worry about to the extent that people here worry about it. Worrying about magic is like worrying about the rain." You only worry about it in specific circumstances.

He certainly knows magic can be a problem. Half of the problems at the carnival can be boiled down to 'magic'. But then again, a good majority of those problems were solved by magic as well.

[whattaprick]

"Some people lose all they have to rain, Strange. All it takes is one storm and a flood can take it all." The simile doesn't impress Lambert, that much is obvious from the flat look he levels Strange, but after a moment. he shrugs.

"If you're so set on bringing magic back to England, you're still going to have rules." If there's anything human society is damn good at, it's coming up with those. "Just because you wouldn't use magic for something doesn't mean someone else won't."

Though there's precious little Strange wouldn't use magic for, he's sure.

[kingsroads]

"I'm afraid Childermass is going to have to come up with the rules, what with the fact that I'm cursed and trapped in faerie." Strange, to his credit, does look a bit apologetic at the fact that he's essentially shoved a new system of governance and rule making on poor Childermass's head. Unsurprisingly, he didn't think his plans through.

"This is England though, I'm certain they'll come up with some needless rules and silly plans eventually." Regulating a new and terrifying system of magic isn't 'silly', but Strange obviously has a different opinion than most about the state of magic. "I can only hope that whatever they come up with doesn't quash the spirit of magic and the desires of the magicians themselves."

[whattaprick]

Lambert outright snorts at that. "Trust me -- not a lot can crush someone who uses magic. If they're even a tenth as stubborn as you, they'll have nothing to worry about."

Though that other thing gives him pause. "What do you mean Childermass has to come up with the rules?" He hadn't been under the impression Childermass was in charge of anything, but the last time he'd spoken with either magician about the state of their world at any length, circumstances were slightly different.

[kingsroads]

"Now that Norrell and I have vanished, he's possibly the greatest authority on magic in the country," Strange explains, in a matter of fact tone of voice. Oh, there were other practical magicians: Segundus and Honeyfoot spring to mind. But neither of them had the knowledge that Childermass did. After all, there were very few books of magic and what books there were, Norrell owned them (and books that Strange is certain Childermass read when Norrell was asleep or ill or both.)

This made John Childermass one of the most learned men on magic in England. Childermass probably hated it.

"But you're right. England is about to enter a new age. It needs to change and flourish, not follow the whims of a madman or a book hoarder." Strange only hopes that people let it change and flourish.

[whattaprick]

"It'll follow the whims of someone," Lambert answers, knocking back another gulp of wine with faerie ale. In that context, at least, it explains some of how Childermass acts. It's terrible being the one people turn to for guidance, and for a man so fond of disappearing in shadows, that attention is like standing under bright, unforgiving light.

"That's how these things work. He's going to have his work cut out for him just getting them to give him the time of day."

[kingsroads]

Strange takes another larger drink of his portion of the faerie ale. It's still a bit sharp and he's still getting used to the taste, but he could see himself getting properly wasted on this stuff.

He can't help but look a little guilty as Lambert mentions the very obvious fact that poor Childermass is in for a time and a half. He didn't mean to get cursed and fuck off to who knows where. It just happened.

"He knew me, knew Norrell, and was at the edges of all of this mess. Hopefully he can use that as leverage." And if not, Strange knows that Childermass has another ace up his sleeve: the book of the Raven King. Something that won't mean anything to Lambert, which is why Strange is keeping it to himself as they talk.