☿ // 008; [text]

[fionnuisce]

There is a concept in my world known as 'Second Magic'. The details of it are not common knowledge, nor is it widely used or explored at all by more than one individual. What is known is its definition in the broadest sense: 'the operation of parallel worlds'.

In short, parallel worlds where I come from are confirmed fact. And while I am not a scholar of Second Magic itself, now I find myself seriously considering the subject. Personally, I don't believe things are predetermined...and yet now I find myself wondering. Even if we restore everything to the way it was, what is the probability any of us live in a timeline that will end well? Mathematically, the odds are astronomical.

I don't know what I hoped to accomplish by communicating this. Maybe I'm so fucking tired I'm just going to ramble incoherently about magical theory until I officially go insane. Of course, maybe I already have gone insane. I might not be able to tell anymore.

On the slim chance anyone decides to come looking for me, I'll be in the laboratory. Exhaustion or not, I have work that needs to be done.

Comments

[fionnuisce]

I would vastly prefer not to.

[midgarhorizon]

I can pull rank.

[fionnuisce]

And I can say I'm a fucking lord, but that won't accomplish anything either.

[midgarhorizon]

All right. I can tell Dearmoot and sic him on you but he'll probably be just as exhausted. Muud? Mood? How the hell do you spell his name.

Fuck.

[fionnuisce]

'Diarmuid'. It's fine, Gaelic is strange about spelling.

At any rate, I'm sure you're absolutely right. I need to talk to him myself.

[midgarhorizon]

Thanks. He'd probably kill me if I tried Dearmeat.

Good.

Wait

You both are idiots you'll probably do something idiotic

Tell him to go to bed too

[fionnuisce]

Christ's sake, Reno, what are you expecting we'll do? Calm down, I'm not about to suggest anything stupid.

[midgarhorizon]

You got any idea what it was like waiting up here for you? Had no idea if any of you were coming back.


Did he give it to you yet

[fionnuisce]

Cry me a damn river, I assure you we didn't know either.

[A pause, and then:]

excuse you the fuck is that supposed to mean

[midgarhorizon]

[Reno has to take a few moments to figure what the hell Waver is on about, and then-]

Get your mind out of the gutter, idiot.

[fionnuisce]

Then what the hell are you on about?!

[midgarhorizon]

I guess you'll see.

[fionnuisce]

What are you babbling about?

[midgarhorizon]

Already spoiled too much. Bye Waver.