Stephen Vincent Strange (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
thewarningafter) wrote2016-12-02 02:06 pm
thewarningafter) wrote2016-12-02 02:06 pm
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IC inbox for Snowblind
You've reached Dr. Stephen Strange. Leave a message and my secretary will get back to you.
You've reached Dr. Stephen Strange. Leave a message and my secretary will get back to you.
I'm dying.
[ At least, it feels like it as soon as his attention turns to the thought - he's back outside, stumbling around hopelessly in the dark - until another message flashes on his tablet and draws him back into the present. ]
-No. That's not... something's wrong?
[ At least, it feels like it as soon as his attention turns to the thought - he's back outside, stumbling around hopelessly in the dark - until another message flashes on his tablet and draws him back into the present. ]
-No. That's not... something's wrong?
What?!
[Good feelings gone. Stephen's attention is immediately glued to his tablet.]
Where are you now?
[Good feelings gone. Stephen's attention is immediately glued to his tablet.]
Where are you now?
[ The question's enough to jerk him back to the present. ]
-The chapel. That was weird.
-The chapel. That was weird.
I'm going to guess Vishante doesn't mean the same thing to you as it does to me. Or maybe it does. "On my tongue" could have some sort of greater symbolic meaning.
[English's lack of an imperative case made that statement less clear than in Tevene. It was missing the verb that would complete the command.]
I would talk to Peter about this but I'm not sure of the quality of information I'd receive.
[English's lack of an imperative case made that statement less clear than in Tevene. It was missing the verb that would complete the command.]
I would talk to Peter about this but I'm not sure of the quality of information I'd receive.
No, they're -- a power. Beings. I'm not sure. There's a book. Didn't quite make it onto my reading list yet.
Listen, I need to go. I could talk to you all night -- I could talk to anyone all night, I literally cannot shut up right now -- but I'm going to at least try to sit down and meditate because I don't know the next time I'll have a chance at sleeping.
Listen, I need to go. I could talk to you all night -- I could talk to anyone all night, I literally cannot shut up right now -- but I'm going to at least try to sit down and meditate because I don't know the next time I'll have a chance at sleeping.
Sleep well.
[Dorian logs off before Stephen can reply.]
[Dorian logs off before Stephen can reply.]
Uh....
[How can he tell? Billy sounds confused as hell, but Stephen isn't feeling a whole lot more clarity himself.]
Feelings of deja vu? Fractures in your vision? Green, glowing lights?
[How can he tell? Billy sounds confused as hell, but Stephen isn't feeling a whole lot more clarity himself.]
Feelings of deja vu? Fractures in your vision? Green, glowing lights?
The first one.
When you talk I get yanked back here to the present, but if I think about anything that's happened before...
[ He trails off, apparently lost again. ]
When you talk I get yanked back here to the present, but if I think about anything that's happened before...
[ He trails off, apparently lost again. ]
[ So he's getting to this later than he was planning, but he wanted to try what was suggested first, so he had something to report. -and he was putting it off a little too, okay. ]
Hey, Doc. I heard you were talking to Al about my MN poisoning. It's been getting pretty rough lately. I forget what I'm doing a lot, now. Anyway, thought I'd take you up on the offered medicine, whatever it is.
Hey, Doc. I heard you were talking to Al about my MN poisoning. It's been getting pretty rough lately. I forget what I'm doing a lot, now. Anyway, thought I'd take you up on the offered medicine, whatever it is.
[For once, Flynn really feels more prone to texting on this day and he has an entire message typed out when he remembers that Stephen doesn't really... like texting. Still, he feels a bit too awkward for video right away so he sends an audio message instead.]
Dr. Strange? Hi. Uhm. It's Flynn... Carsen. The Librarian.
We never really got around to talk about magic since [we traveled together and you had that huge awkward falling out with House right in front of us all] the last time we spoke. Is now a good time? If it's not a good time we can talk some other time, I just remembered that we never really got around to talk and I thought maybe now might be a good... time.
Dr. Strange? Hi. Uhm. It's Flynn... Carsen. The Librarian.
We never really got around to talk about magic since [we traveled together and you had that huge awkward falling out with House right in front of us all] the last time we spoke. Is now a good time? If it's not a good time we can talk some other time, I just remembered that we never really got around to talk and I thought maybe now might be a good... time.
Hi, Flynn Carsen.
[If Stephen sounds tired and shaken despite the attempt at a playful response, it's probably to do with having woken up this morning to realize that he'd lost his goddamn mind in the future he'd imagined. He'd been so alone even with Wilson nearby and the network at hand, so lost. Somehow that version of eternity seems worse than the one he's faced before by choice.
It's not really a good time for that particular topic; he feels the loss of his magic more keenly than ever after remembering literal decades without it. For all that, though, the offer of conversation is almost painfully welcome.]
Yeah. Yeah, it's a good time, I'm not doing anything. Don't have any eavedropppers to worry about, either.
[No House, is what he means. Screw that guy.]
[If Stephen sounds tired and shaken despite the attempt at a playful response, it's probably to do with having woken up this morning to realize that he'd lost his goddamn mind in the future he'd imagined. He'd been so alone even with Wilson nearby and the network at hand, so lost. Somehow that version of eternity seems worse than the one he's faced before by choice.
It's not really a good time for that particular topic; he feels the loss of his magic more keenly than ever after remembering literal decades without it. For all that, though, the offer of conversation is almost painfully welcome.]
Yeah. Yeah, it's a good time, I'm not doing anything. Don't have any eavedropppers to worry about, either.
[No House, is what he means. Screw that guy.]
Right -- hi.
[Guess who also didn't get on top of this. Stephen sounds distracted and fatigued, but that's been normal for him for quite a while.]
He was saying you're sleeping less, showing more erratic behavior -- manic. He told me you were manic. There are a number of options for that; I can't guarantee how well any of them will work when it's being induced by MN poisoning but we can give them a try. At least one person here was on lithium and seemed to get at least some kind of result out of that, but it might take a few weeks before it starts to really level you out.
[Guess who also didn't get on top of this. Stephen sounds distracted and fatigued, but that's been normal for him for quite a while.]
He was saying you're sleeping less, showing more erratic behavior -- manic. He told me you were manic. There are a number of options for that; I can't guarantee how well any of them will work when it's being induced by MN poisoning but we can give them a try. At least one person here was on lithium and seemed to get at least some kind of result out of that, but it might take a few weeks before it starts to really level you out.
Oh, good. That's good.
I thought it might be a better topic than... the other stuff.
[Because Flynn doesn't want to think about the other stuff. The bitterness that had taken hold of his heart, the anger. Saying hurtful things to his friends to force a reaction. Beating a heavily injured guy – his friend – and breaking his face into a mild concussion, effectively lowering his chances in this hellhole. All the horrible things that had happened to others.
No, magic, that is the much better subject here.]
Do you have a wand?
[Look, he has to start somewhere.]
I thought it might be a better topic than... the other stuff.
[Because Flynn doesn't want to think about the other stuff. The bitterness that had taken hold of his heart, the anger. Saying hurtful things to his friends to force a reaction. Beating a heavily injured guy – his friend – and breaking his face into a mild concussion, effectively lowering his chances in this hellhole. All the horrible things that had happened to others.
No, magic, that is the much better subject here.]
Do you have a wand?
[Look, he has to start somewhere.]
[Don't even bring up the other stuff, Flynn -- Stephen isn't even going to acknowledge that there's other stuff to talk about. That's relatively easy in the moment, because Flynn's question surprises him into letting out an actual snort of laughter.]
Eleven inches long, holly, phoenix feather core?
No. No wand. Not for me, anyway, there was --
[There was a friend of his, he starts to say, then stops again. Mordo was lost to him even before he came here.]
There are many kinds of relics in my world.
Eleven inches long, holly, phoenix feather core?
No. No wand. Not for me, anyway, there was --
[There was a friend of his, he starts to say, then stops again. Mordo was lost to him even before he came here.]
There are many kinds of relics in my world.
Focus.
[Talking yanks him back to the present? Better keep talking.]
It's a death effect. You're still here; time is still moving linearly from my perspective. You said you're in the chapel?
[Talking yanks him back to the present? Better keep talking.]
It's a death effect. You're still here; time is still moving linearly from my perspective. You said you're in the chapel?
The cloak I've been wearing since I got here, for one.
[There's amusement in his voice. Levi tends to be unobtrusive these days; it does a pretty solid impression of an inanimate object most of the time.]
[There's amusement in his voice. Levi tends to be unobtrusive these days; it does a pretty solid impression of an inanimate object most of the time.]
It's what I've got instead of a wand. The, uh, Cloak of Levitation. We don't do as much levitating as we used to.
[Did he tell Flynn about this before? He can't remember now; it's been years -- no, weeks.]
[Did he tell Flynn about this before? He can't remember now; it's been years -- no, weeks.]
People keep asking that....
[And it's a really awkward question from a technical perspective. Unseen, Stephen smooths a hand over the Cloak's folds.]
Yeah. I'm going to go with yeah, it's alive.
[And it's a really awkward question from a technical perspective. Unseen, Stephen smooths a hand over the Cloak's folds.]
Yeah. I'm going to go with yeah, it's alive.
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