party up: didymos, day of the celebration A tendency to show off and utter arrogance is a terrible combination. Because as soon as Strange sees some of the wild magic entertainers, his thought is 'hmm, I can do better.' He's found himself a street corner and, just for the hell of it, is practicing and showing off some of his magic. He has had enough sense to lay a hat down for spare change: Bell the hare sits next to and guards it. Though from the few coins he's received, it's obvious that more people are willing to tip the actual performers who've done things like 'practice their magic in a performance context.'
Still, Strange keeps it up, causing some vines to sprout and flower from the ground or manipulating the air to move a small paper plane around in fun patterns. Though he's not averse to audience participation and occasionally tries to shout down someone for a little bit of help. "You there! This trick is best with someone else, come over here and give me a hand."
technically this is looting: didymos, day of the celebration The problem with travel is that it uses up money. Having spent a lot of his time going back and forth between Didymos and the City of the Free Peoples, Strange has found that he's slowly depleting what meager funds he has left. He should settle down in Didymos and take up a job...but he doesn't want to do that just yet, not while there's still that interesting matter of the wolf back in the City of the Free Peoples.
Maybe he'll take up a job later this month. Yes, that's probably for the best. He can't help but think of how proud his wife would have been to hear he's actually seeking employment...and how disappointed she'd be that he's resorting to looting in order to make ends meet. Beggars can't be choosers, alright?
The sun has set and Strange is on the beach of Didymos, peering through various crates and pocketing anything that looks slightly valuable. He's a little on edge, to the point where when he hears something or someone move, he almost instantly looks up. "If you want to find something, there's more crates on the other side of the shore. Go look through one of those."
gossip: city of the free peoples, post celebration Unsurprisingly, the annoyingly open person isn't that good at keeping secrets. Strange has returned to the City of the Free Peoples soon after the festival to the oxen gods but is honestly considering returning back to Didymos. Every time someone mentions Lykos, he finds a wonderful excuse to change the conversation or leave the room. It is not convincing in the slightest.
The most recent conversation involved a very drunk person at the bar of the inn he's staying at, speculating about Lykos's fate in a very loud manner. All the while, Strange just awkwardly stared at his notebook, focusing on his writing in a way that's deliberate as hell. It's only when the man is escorted out that he visibly relaxes.
"Another round," he says, with a little nod to the barkeep. His notes are messy, but legible, and his handwriting is such that someone could easily read it over his shoulder if they wanted to eavesdrop. The alchemical symbol for air takes up a large portion of one page, while the rest is covered in notes about the generation of electricity.
wildcard Strange is spending most of his free time in the City of the Free Peoples, but he'll spend a few days circa festival time in Didymos. hit me up if you want to plot things!
Jonathan Strange | ota
A tendency to show off and utter arrogance is a terrible combination. Because as soon as Strange sees some of the wild magic entertainers, his thought is 'hmm, I can do better.' He's found himself a street corner and, just for the hell of it, is practicing and showing off some of his magic. He has had enough sense to lay a hat down for spare change: Bell the hare sits next to and guards it. Though from the few coins he's received, it's obvious that more people are willing to tip the actual performers who've done things like 'practice their magic in a performance context.'
Still, Strange keeps it up, causing some vines to sprout and flower from the ground or manipulating the air to move a small paper plane around in fun patterns. Though he's not averse to audience participation and occasionally tries to shout down someone for a little bit of help. "You there! This trick is best with someone else, come over here and give me a hand."
technically this is looting: didymos, day of the celebration
The problem with travel is that it uses up money. Having spent a lot of his time going back and forth between Didymos and the City of the Free Peoples, Strange has found that he's slowly depleting what meager funds he has left. He should settle down in Didymos and take up a job...but he doesn't want to do that just yet, not while there's still that interesting matter of the wolf back in the City of the Free Peoples.
Maybe he'll take up a job later this month. Yes, that's probably for the best. He can't help but think of how proud his wife would have been to hear he's actually seeking employment...and how disappointed she'd be that he's resorting to looting in order to make ends meet. Beggars can't be choosers, alright?
The sun has set and Strange is on the beach of Didymos, peering through various crates and pocketing anything that looks slightly valuable. He's a little on edge, to the point where when he hears something or someone move, he almost instantly looks up. "If you want to find something, there's more crates on the other side of the shore. Go look through one of those."
gossip: city of the free peoples, post celebration
Unsurprisingly, the annoyingly open person isn't that good at keeping secrets. Strange has returned to the City of the Free Peoples soon after the festival to the oxen gods but is honestly considering returning back to Didymos. Every time someone mentions Lykos, he finds a wonderful excuse to change the conversation or leave the room. It is not convincing in the slightest.
The most recent conversation involved a very drunk person at the bar of the inn he's staying at, speculating about Lykos's fate in a very loud manner. All the while, Strange just awkwardly stared at his notebook, focusing on his writing in a way that's deliberate as hell. It's only when the man is escorted out that he visibly relaxes.
"Another round," he says, with a little nod to the barkeep. His notes are messy, but legible, and his handwriting is such that someone could easily read it over his shoulder if they wanted to eavesdrop. The alchemical symbol for air takes up a large portion of one page, while the rest is covered in notes about the generation of electricity.
wildcard
Strange is spending most of his free time in the City of the Free Peoples, but he'll spend a few days circa festival time in Didymos. hit me up if you want to plot things!