just gotta ignite the light and let it shine

[whattaprick]

Who: Everyone who's stupid enough to show up for this, because legal drinking ages are for people from a different century/planet.
When: Afternoon/Evening, Day 30
Where: Lakeshore
What: Local Carnival workers get wasted and set off fireworks by the lake.
Warnings: Carnival shenanigans, ie. booze, drugs, and people getting set on fire probably. Put any tag-specific warnings in your headers!

So, Wismuth happened.

Lambert's pretty willing to bet a good chunk of the Carnival is pretty happy to act like Wismuth didn't happen, but he also doesn't really care about what sorrows people are drowning or not tonight: he knows he needed this drink, and after he'd slept off the immediate exhaustion that came with running around Wismuth for nearly two weeks with the power of Creation more or less constantly burning through him, he's ready to something, anything to feel like himself again.

Fast-forward to the lakeshore. There's a huge bonfire going, a box of assorted fireworks that's been 'liberated' from wherever the hell engineering keeps their supplies, and probably a crate of wine that's going to disappear sooner rather than later. Anything else, someone's going to have to bring themselves.

[ ooc: This is a mingle log! Bring your own entertainment, food, questionable substances etc. ]

Comments

[dirthena]

"Less than ten years and you think so highly of yourself?" It's said in a jesting manner, but she's also beginning to think he absolutely doesn't know what he's getting into. Still, that he's eager for it is enough that she smiles at him. It's different than the mages back home, the ones in the Inquisition, who weren't ever trained not to live in fear. She tried to help them, in some way.

Lavellan nods in understanding, and takes another sip. "I'm sure, with Solas, we could come up with a test to see if you could." And oh yes, she's dragging Solas into this. He'd know more, after all, and she'd enjoy seeing them clash.

[kingsroads]

He knows he should be a bit more modest. The Ringmaster has pointed out multiple times just how small potatoes Strange's world is compared to others. The magical history of his England is start and stop, an England that's just discovering what it can do. And logically speaking, he knows that Lavellan's world, with it's long, storied history of magic means that she (and by extension, other mages from her world) probably do know more about magic than Strange does.

But she mentions Solas again. And fuck iiiiiiit, Strange is the greatest, he knows this shit, of course they'll find a way to help connect someone who isn't from Thedas to the Fade and of course this won't be possible without Strange's help. He doesn't even bother to hide the smug expression on his face as he leans in towards Lavellan.

"Considering that Solas is the Fade expert, it makes sense to bring him along. But don't underestimate me and my skills: I think highly of myself for a reason." A reason other than arrogance and egotism, that is.

[dirthena]

For some reason, the only thing Lavellan can think of is a offhanded comment made by Solas -- no real god need prove himself, anyone who tries is either mad or lying. Infuriating, in retrospect, but also she wonders how such a thing with Strange. Still, her amusement doesn't fade and she gives him a slight nod. "I will endeavor not to," she says, sincere in that, at least.

She does take a skeptical skip of her wine, however, looking over the rim of her glass before shaking her head sightly. "I would like to know more about those mirrors of yours, however." Because that seems to be a constant between their two worlds.

[kingsroads]

Now this is a good swap of conversation. Strange's eyes literally glimmer with excitement. Talking about magic is fun enough but talking about this particular brand of magic? About the king's roads and the Raven King? And the magic hidden behind there? He could do this all day!

"Then where shall we start? How I discovered the magic hidden the mirrors? Or the roads that lay behind them?"