Strange is pretty ignorant of the chaos of the other two threads. Yeah, he has his radio on him, but the volume's been dialed down a bit low and he hasn't actively been listening to the thing. Not when there's so much more to explore in the first place and...an odd smell of smoke. And scorched footprints. Hmm.

Where there's smoke, there's fire and Mr. Weather Spells over here is confident in his ability to put out said fire without the Athenaeum taking much damage. That is, until he runs to the source of the fire and spots Ignatius there, footprints burning into the stone.

"Oh how wonderful!" he complains, frown on his face as he stays back from the flames. This is exceedingly not good. "What the hell are you doing here?"

After all, if tall and flammable's here, this means that Summer Court's probably giving up any attempt at 'being subtle.'