Rupert Giles (guyles) wrote in thedoorway, @ 2013-03-02 21:25:00 |
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I think we should be taking our time here more seriously. As such, Widdershins will be starting a group for the discussion of cross-world laws of magic. I was thinking of meeting Wednesday nights at the shop, perhaps 7 or thereabouts so as to not interfere with work. What I am envisioning is pulling together magic users from different worlds such that we can address the similarities and differences in magic across experiences, and perhaps learn from one another, brainstorm to assist those who are dealing with drastically different rules of metaphysics, and somewhat selfishly, how a magic shop can meet the sundry needs of magic users. I can provide snacks, but will suggest it be BYOB.
The address is 290 Thompson in Greenwich Village.
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I have to ask what it serves bringing us here. On the one hand, perhaps it is a new chance, but what fresh start is given when the past or our futures are so easily thrown in our faces?
15 years ago, though it was only seven when I arrived here, I lost the woman I loved more than any I ever had in a ironically similar method to how I die in the coming months upon my return home. I threatened a journalist, which may have helped in the moment, but not as much as it should have. Or might have had I actually beaten the man. Instead, I have spent much of the past week brooding, watching and rewatching the episodes she was in, searching her on the computer, running through--perhaps even obsessing--over the memories.
Because I am missing some. I can remember quite vividly finding her, burying her, the ire that flooded over me. I can remember our falling out, and our dates, and I realise that I loved her. I've even read the details, but they are alien to me. I remember the pain as clear as if it were still happening. It makes me sick that Angel is apparently the only one who remembers the details of falling in love.Rupert Giles.
2 March 2013.