[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! )

Comments

[whattaprick]

"It's not like this'll be the only chance to, if Strange has his way." 'Discussion group' seems like such an innocuous thing to call it. Lambert's attention has turned back to the room, though he hasn't removed himself from Childermass's immediate personal space, ear flicking as he absently runs his tongue over his teeth.

"What do you even call a group of magicians, anyway? A mob? A horde? A disaster?"

[atouts]

"That may be true, but even he can't plan a meeting around anything that goes awry in the future," he points out, matter-of-fact and ever the downer, because who really wants to think of what trouble they might walk into next?

At trying to name a group of magicians, though, makes an amused little sound and offers Lambert a faint smirk.

"And it's a headache."

A headache of magicians.

[whattaprick]

"If anyone would try, Strange would," he says simply, the quick grin he flashes Childermass at odds with the brief moment of seriousness in his expression. Lambert thinks about what they might run into next. Lambert thinks about it a lot, partly because it's his job, partly because he's a cynical bastard, mostly because not once in his whole life has he ever had any reason to expect any better than the worst. It's only a matter of time.

"Headache sounds about right," he says, still faintly amused. "Did Rita tell you she asked to join the nightrunners? That brings the count up to four. Maybe we should swap jobs."

It's bizarre. He's nominally in charge of a group of magic users, about as far from being a witcher as he can get short of giving up his sword and becoming a monk.

[atouts]

"Has she?"

That alone should answer that, no, Rita didn't tell him. Although why she would, Childermass doesn't know. She's about as free to do whatever she wants with her time as the rest are, provided her other work still gets done (and that's Peridot's problem, not his). Part of him considers mentioning the only thing they've discussed is teaching her how to fly better, but, again, that isn't really Lambert's business any more than her being a nightrunner is his.

So, in the end, all he has left to do is consider it. Rita, taking orders from Lambert, running around with the likes of Strange. God...

"There's going to be a lot of fire flying around between her and Mr. Strange... Try not to let them get away with too much of that."

[whattaprick]

Lambert snorts. "As if either of them will let me tell them what to do." Oh, they might follow the general outline of things, but it's worse than wrangling cats. The best Lambert can do will be pointing them in the direction he needs them and letting them loose.

As the one who'd roomed with her for a time, he'd wondered if Childermass had some insight into that, but seeing as he's answered in the negative about being informed, he assumes he wasn't consulted either. Absently, he flexes his wrist, shaking his fingers out.

Speaking of new additions ... "I met one of your new recruits. Cole." His grimace suggests it's not an encounter he cares to relive. "Creepy little shit. If you know a good way to keep him out of places, let me know."

[atouts]

Creepy. Childermass can't exactly argue with that. Unfortunately for Lambert, he can only give his head a small shake in answer to the last part.

"I know very little about him," he admits. "I never notice him approaching until he's just there, suddenly. Was that the part that's annoyed you or was it his odd mind-reading trick he has?"

Or whatever that was. It was never exactly clear.

[whattaprick]

Lambert's expression sours even more. "Both," he gripes. "Turned up at my cabin without warning and starts blathering about how he's in my heart, or some crap, then tried to just hide in plain sight when I told him to get out. Would've worked too, if I couldn't hear him."

His ears flick, a mute indication of the advantage he has in that respect. At least Childermass finally has someone as much of a sneaky fuck as him, but if he can't follow direct orders (or just have the common sense to leave when Lambert's yelling) one has to wonder if he'll have the sense to do whatever Childermass ends up needing him to.