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[locked to louis d.]

[It's a long shot, but...] Louis?

[public, anonymously.]

I'm interested in speaking to anyone who has knowledge of [...] magic or abilities. The strange and unexplainable.

I hear that you like magic.

Now, if we can just take a break from the self loathing, abandonment issues, homicidal tendencies, and the broken hearts club for a tiny second and bring it back to my point about fairy tales...

Everyone's hearts are a little dark, a little charred I guess you could say. I don't think you'd all want to just sit back and let the worlds call you wicked. You all deserve to live happily ever after, there's more wicked here than there is good and there's more want here than there is anywhere else too. More desire, and passion, and horror. What does Snow White have that you don't have? I'll tell you. Snow White doesn't have [...] life experience. She was a sheltered little shit, you know. Nosy, bossy. An only child. And a princess.

But sweet in her own way. I took a shine to her right away. But her father not so much, he was old, I was a teenager, what did I want with that? I was in love already. Passionately. Forbidden love. All I wanted in the world was to marry my stable boy and live happily ever after. But no. I was, instead, forced to marry the King, become a mother to a child that wasn't mine. And when I went to tell my lover that I couldn't see him anymore Snow White overheard us and TOLD MY MOTHER WHAT SHE HAD SEEN.

Well. Imagine how well that went. And what happened to my lover.

So. There you go, there are two sides to every story, and I'm sure there are even more than that. One day I'll introduce you to my huntsman, he has a tale to tell of his own. And a heart as black as the rest of ours.

So. While I don't think half of you even know what you want, or what your deepest desire actually is. I do hope you get it. Before you kill each other.

[locked to evelyn t]

A moment of your time, Herald.

Who: Evelyn and Solas
Where: Thedas, the Hinterlands, the Crossroads
What: A romcom approach to a new home
When: After a talk about living arrangements.
Warnings: Totally inappropriate romcom flirting

( then her cheeks turned a rosy pink, barely covered as her hand rose to obscure her mouth )

[PUBLIC, BY EVELYN T]
A question for those who are better versed in this matter.

This [...] hotel: Is there any time constraints as to how long one might linger in its halls?

[The only reason people gawked at him now were the ears. As he sat on the steps to the Metropolitan Museum of art, his hands laying across his knees, the humans stared at his ears and whispered, but they had nothing else to gossip about. He had a respectable wardrobe of slacks and shirts and looked like a casually dressed businessman waiting for a friend for lunch.

She said he'd know her when he saw her, but that didn't actually mean anything to him. The people of New York City were still bizarre to him. The shocks of pink and green hair, the piercings, the strange clothing, all of it combined to leave him in a consistent state of befuddlement. But that was irrelevant. He could feel her - or others like her - moving around him. Some of them were the mutants common to this world, warping the magical background noise that seemed to permeate everything. But a few were those weights, those points not unlike what human science called black holes.

Solas took a deep breath, flinching at the fumes and toxic smells that assaulted his nose, and shook his head sharply, as if that would clear the scents.

That was when he saw her. A dark haired woman, she stood out from the rest of the sea of humanity. She had that weight, but she also flickered with magic. He canted his head to the side, watching her as she approached.] Zatana, I presume.

I've traveled to a lot of places, but through time? That's new.

WHO: Evelyn and Solas
WHAT: Checking out the Marvel Door
WHERE: Central Park
WHEN: IDK RECENTLY, right after this
WARNINGS: Nada

( Thedosian elves weren’t like the ones found in most of human fantasy. They didn’t frolick in meadows and sleep in grassy knolls for the sheer love of nature. At the height of their empire, he’d seen in dreams their sprawling cities of crystal that glittered and floated in the air. But even that paled in comparison to this. New York was monolithic on a scale Solas had never considered in the past. )

[Methos knew that something bad was going down with Sam, but he tried not to think about it. They weren't close, it wasn't his business, and so he really didn't want to stick his neck out. Duncan would have, of course. The man had a heroic chivalry complex that made Methos roll his eyes, and he was set on doing the opposite of what Duncan would do. That meant that what remained of his conscious did prod at him, but he was good at shrugging that off. He'd see her next week, and decide whether he needed to do something or not.

Peru really was nice.

But for the weekend, he was doing what he normally did these days: trying out new bars on his search for some new haunts. The beer in Gotham was actually pretty good, and he found a bar that had a base level of smoke, but an otherwise clean appearance by Gotham standards. From the burly men in suits here and there, he guessed it was also mafia-affiliated. He leaned back against the bar as he sipped his drink, watching the people come and go, the notes of a jazz sax on the air.

Not as good as Joe, but it wasn't a bad place--for Gotham standards, which fit his standards pretty well. He didn't care too much about corruption. All humans were corrupted, full of good and evil. He wasn't going to make quick moral judgments.]

[After this delivery, and when Corvus doesn't respond.]

[Locked to Dylan M]
The elf sent us gold. Also, we should talk about Silent Hill.

[Locked to Solas]
You're welcome, egg.

( The runes were charcoal pressed with thumb on skin, the blood spilled over wood )

[Bruce W]

What do you know of magic, here?

[Public]

[As Zatanna Z]

I seek the ones disturbed by things that are impossible.

[Alfred P]

Alfred.

I am missing time.

I am missing time and my hands are bloody.

My hands are bloody.

What

the

fuck

Who: Evelyn and Solas
Where: Thedas, the Hinterlands
What: A second first meeting
When: After this.
Warnings: None

( he power of the mark was harder to disguise from anyone who was attuned to the magic )

[Email: Sharon C]

[After a series of bounce-backs redirects to Sharon.]

Ms. Carter, I'm sorry about my unplanned absence, there's been a family emergency. If you're willing to give permission I can take the materials home to work there. [Does she, doesn't she, screw it.] And there appears to be a discrepancy in the numbers from Shaw's department.

E Dean

[Public]

Sometimes I wish all those health guides hadn't been updated and you could still say 'screw it' and serve refined sugar and carbs to kids every day.

[Max M

Let work know I'm still not in. Flowers dead yet?

[PUBLIC, BY EVELYN T]
I'm not complaining, per se, as this is much better than the last time I time traveled, but finding the way home is far more difficult. If I could figure out what sort of magic is at work I'd have an easier time with it. Is the book the key? Will the right glyphs appear eventually?

Who: Max and Solas
Where: Max's Flower Shop
What: Old dogs learning new tricks, mostly
When: Present
Warnings: Elfyness.

( there’s too much smoke to see it there’s too much broke to feel this )