☿ // 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

[Text]

[fionnuisce]

'Inconvenient', that's a good word for it. If I've not gone utterly mental yet, I doubt that I ever will.

[Text]

[sarcasmancer]

How reassuring.

I'll be by the lab a little later to join you in work.

[Text]

[fionnuisce]

Very well. I'll see you there.

[It was probably fortunate Jade said as much--Waver himself didn't seem to be getting a whole lot accomplished.]

[Action]

[sarcasmancer]

[Jade arrives at the lab in due time--longer than probably expected. One can thank that pesky phasing out of reality for chunks of time for that; how much exactly he's lost, Jade isn't actually sure. Highly inconvenient.]

My apologies for my lateness. I had some existential issues of my own. Have you gotten much done?

[Action]

[fionnuisce]

I'm afraid not--it seems my concentration is shot to hell, between the exhaustion and the unplanned trips to utter nothingness.

[The most that was getting done appeared to be by by a maid constructed out of liquid mercury--she was quietly organizing papers and straightening up the lab.]

[Action]

[sarcasmancer]

Mmm. It would be all well and good for me to hassle you for that, but I'm afraid I'm not in much better shape.

[He takes a seat opposite Waver, then glances over at the maid.]

Is cleaning up all that's getting done right now, then?