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

[moderatelymaladjusted]

[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]

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[sauntered_downward]

Isn't that what this is all about? Trying to make a superhero group? Save the town, save the world or whatever?

[moderatelymaladjusted]

No? It's about trying to find a way to solve this? To find a way home.

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[sauntered_downward]

[The last time someone changed their tune this fast, Meatloaf was moving from heavy metal to soft rock.]

What do you need from me?

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[moderatelymaladjusted]

Nothing? Help, of you want to?

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[sauntered_downward]

I have some...abilities. I would prefer that they stayed private.

But I want to leave this place. Possibly more than most.

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[moderatelymaladjusted]

That's fine, you don't have to tell me anything you don't want to. This is all voluntary.

That's why we need to help each other and find out what else is here. The forest looks massive, there has to be something else in there. Maybe even a way back.

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[sauntered_downward]

We have to make sure she doesn't know we're trying to leave. The Lighthouse keeper. She might try to stop us.

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[moderatelymaladjusted]

You probably shouldn't talk like that. Not through texts. No one really knows how secure these are, right?

I don't think the Lighthouse keeper would try to stop us, she keeps saying she's here to help? 😉

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[sauntered_downward]

[Crowley hadn't thought of that]

Let's meet up somewhere. Where is your cabin?

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[moderatelymaladjusted]

My place isn't an option. Where do you live?

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[sauntered_downward]

One of the cabins. Miner's Castle #3. My flatmates won't mind. Come when you want.

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[moderatelymaladjusted]

Should I just knock or what?

By the way, I'm outside the cabin. I hope it's yours.


[Clutching the tablet in one hand and his lantern looped through his belt, Quentin knocks on the door to Miner's Castle #3.]

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[sauntered_downward]

[Crowley swings open the door.]

Come on in. No one's home.

[moderatelymaladjusted]

Oh. Right, hello.

[Quentin steps up closer, folding his tablet and stuffing it in to his pocket.] I'm Quentin, hi?

[as he holds his hand out, feet just barely over the threshold of the cabin as he's trying very hard not to stare at the sunglasses.]

[sauntered_downward]

[Crowley looks at the man's hand, as if he's considering not shaking it. But after a moment, he reaches out to take it.]

Crowley. You want to leave this place, right?

[moderatelymaladjusted]

[Quentin does the two-pump handshake and pulls his hand back, not really stuffing it in to his pocket, but it hovers just close to it like he might want to. So, it's straight to the point? Fine.]

I don't really give a shit if I leave? But yeah, I want to find a way out of this fucking place. If there's a way in, there's a way out. And I'm going to find it.

[sauntered_downward]

[Crowley's not about making friends here, he's about getting away and getting away fast.]

I have to get back home and fast. Something's going to happen there I have to stop.

What's your plan? What do you need from me?

[moderatelymaladjusted]

What makes you think time is even moving back where we're all from? We're from different times, different timelines and really, we might not even all be from earth[So much fucking experience with time, with resets and alternate timelines. So much fucking around with time by Jane, her pocket watch and the Clock Barrens, and some days, Quentin has to spend too much time just remembering if this is actually real or not, because crap like this just happened all too often. They died, and sometimes they came back.

They battled ancient evils and won, but the piece was always, always too fucking steep. Always with so much worse results than what they could have possibly imagined. Here, though, he just tilts his head and looks at Crowley, one eyebrow raised questioningly.]

[sauntered_downward]

[The thought had literally never even occurred to Crowley]

How do we know it isn't?

There has to be a way to know.

ooc - gah, sorry about messed up html

[moderatelymaladjusted]

There isn't? Not unless we could get out and, uh, see for ourselves? But that would mean we have to find a way out. So, we're back to square one.

[Quentin shrugs again, hands in his pockets.]

Or we need to talk to someone from outside? That could work.

no worries bb

[sauntered_downward]

[Crowley's eyebrows go up]

How do we do that? Is there a way to do that?

[moderatelymaladjusted]

...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.]

[moderatelymaladjusted]

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.