[Network - voice] @ SuprNerd- we could be heroes, just for one day

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[The audio starts with the sounds of rustling papers, as if Quentin is reading this from something he's written down (he is) and his voice starts out stilted.]

Hello? This is for all of you who live here in Beacon and it's about something I've thought about since the town meeting. At this meeting, there was one thing we didn't-- okay, so there were actually two things, but I want to talk about the one thing and-- shit. Sorry. There was one thing we didn't talk about, and that's the fact that several of us can do things. I've talked to some of you and-- fuck. Hi. I'm, uhm, Quentin and I'm a magician? We're from, well, Eliot and I are from the same world? Or, the same timeline? I don't know what to call it, but we came from the same place? But, yes. I'm Quentin. Hello.

And I've talked to some of you and you could do amazing things. Brilliant, magical things and that made me think that, what if there's more? What if a lot of us can do amazing things, but we just don't know because we haven't told each other yet? So I'm proposing that we talk to each other and if you're not comfortable with everyone knowing what you can do-- and I get that, I do, because back home we weren't really supposed to talk about magic either, at least not to non-magical people. But okay-- if that makes you uncomfortable, you could always just talk to me? There's a private setting to these texts or we could meet up. Or maybe some of you will want proof of magic and I can show you?

But most importantly, we can do these amazing things and that could maybe help with some of this? Right now, everyone is searching through the forest on foot and in small groups. If we find out what we can do, maybe it's possible to make teams that can search without having to put themselves in harms way? Maybe someone out there can fly? Someone who could fly out and see which way we need to go to get through? Maybe someone is telekinetic? Or, can talk to plants? Maybe one of you can warg in to some of the spirits? Maybe someone is a shapeshifter or a skinwalker-- or, god, you're getting all of this from popular fiction and now everyone has to hear about it... sorry, where was I?

Okay, so maybe if we talk to each other about this, maybe we can find a better way of exploring this place and maybe we can find a better solution to the problem of World Eaters coming for us.

Because the X-men were better when they were a team? And-- and even Frodo couldn't get the ring to Mordor without the Fellowship. So, maybe we can do something like that. Make powered teams and use this, to defend ourselves and to explore this world.

But, uh, it wouldn't be fair to expect any of you to share with me, if I'm not willing to share myself. So, if-- I can do simple wards? For our homes. To ward places like the church, which we know has been destroyed once already or maybe the Inn? I'd need someone to cast with me, but I think we can do it. Ward it from harm or put a shield spell on it, so it's safe. I can mend things, and if anyone wants help mending small objects, I'm willing to help.

I guess that's all I have to say. I hope you'll consider this and that you'll help me keep us all safe.

[indistinct and muttered] and fuck that guy for saying I couldn't. Stupid, fuck-- [click]

Comments

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...no? I, uh, haven't found a way yet? But? I haven't been here that long and, uh, I'm still working on it? The lighthouse keeper said we had about 2 years before everything goes to shit, so.

[sauntered_downward]

That's basically no time at all.

[Certainly not for a creature who lives more than 6000 years and has been known to take 90 year cat naps.]

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Uh- [Since two years seem like a pretty long time to sit here, waiting for doom and World Eaters to find them. Plenty of time for fear, panic and mass-hysteria to set in.]

So, we have time? To figure something out, but the best thing would be if we had a better idea of-- if we had a map of this place? I've looked in the library but I haven't found anything. Yet. Not that-- not that that is the only thing I've been doing or anything? [And what is up with the sunglasses? Like a serial-killer or someone really hating sunlight even in the dark. There's no hint of eyes behind them, just his own reflection and it's more than a little creepy.] There has to be somewhere around here, somewhere in this world, with a way out.

[sauntered_downward]

The question is, where?

[Crowley leans back, thinking about it]

Things come into this world, there has to be a way for them to go out. Not a lot of one-way entrances in the world. If we can find the way in, we can probably find the way out.

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[Quentin just shrugs, shoulders hunched a little.]

Not necessarily? I mean, uh, sure. I believe that there's a way out? But I don't think it's the same way we came in? I-- I came in through a doorway in the Underworld? And-- and I don't think it was supposed to lead me here? I know it wasn't supposed to bring. There's someone else it really wasn't supposed to bring, but it did? So. I first guess would be the forest? Somewhere deep inside, because the spirits are all in there? Guarding something.

[sauntered_downward]

What about the waterway? The ferry comes from somewhere.

[Not that he's about to talk about his plans for the ferry any time soon.]

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Too dangerous and I don't think we just, like, portal in right there on the ferry? I mean, there are the lanterns? And the tablet? Someone is putting us on the ferry and placing those things? So, I think the entrance is somewhere else? It could be the lighthouse? Somewhere in the woods?

[A cave in the middle or lost in the mountain that were maybe out there. A cave with a secret entrance or a riddle to open it up, some kind of test to show that the quester is worthy of knowledge or entrance.]

[sauntered_downward]

The ferry arrives with us on it, we've got to be put on it before we arrive.

The woods are where the spirits are, they wouldn't be going where the out is---why would they?

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They might be guarding it? I mean, why would the portal be on the water? That doesn't make sense, since that would risk people drowning or-- or maybe. No, wait. So, I think the portal home is somewhere in the woods, because that's where they always are. Okay? it's always hidden at the end of a rainbow or in the deepest cave. With someone guarding it. And the spirits seem really-- they don't want us to go there? No one wants us to go there. Why not? Because that's our way out.

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Or they have a nest there. Something bigger and more dangerous.

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Or they have a nest, yeah. [That could very well be true, but why would they build a nest far from the portal? It's out there and Quentin knows it, and he's going to find it even if he has to walk the whole forest himself to find it.]

It's not-- uh, both things can be true at the same time? A nest and the portal out.

[sauntered_downward]

Or we're just walking right into something we can't get out of.

[Not that Crowley is expressly against this---he loves getting himself into situations he can't get out of.]

I just want to play devil's advocate, as it were. If we're going to do this.

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Why?

[Quentin makes a vague hand gesture, just throwing his hands up in the air for a second.]

Why would you do that? It's-- look, we're all stuck here together and from what people are saying, most people also want to get out. So. And there's already so many things we don't know? And things we're not being allowed to know? And, really, I've been doing my best here and how you want to play the devil's advocate? Why? How is that helping?

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Better than jumping in and getting ourselves trapped. What is it they say happens if our lanterns go out?

[Says Crowley, who is definitely planning on jumping in later this week on a plan he hasn't fleshed out at all]

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We die. For good this time, but-- [And this is where it gets hard to explain, but dying for good isn't really that big of a worry for Quentin. He already gave his life to safe the world, that's how he ended up in this fucking place. Giving it up again to find a way to save the people here? Not a problem. So, he makes a frustrated noise, flapping his hands around.] That's not-- we can't let something like that stand in our way. I can't. I know there's a way out, there just has to be. The supplies and the gifts and the people, they all come from somewhere.

It's in the woods, I just know it.

[sauntered_downward]

[Crowley doesn't agree, but he'll do anything to get out of here. He lets out a little sigh]

So how do we get there?

[moderatelymaladjusted]

Uh, I figured I'd just pick a way and start walking?

[sauntered_downward]

What about the forest spirits?

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I have magic?