Enactive Modes.
Who: Dairine and Spike
What: Magic of various types
When: Late late night Wednesday
Where: The park
Rating/Status: Low/closed
She was behaving, no doubt about that. But Dairine had things she needed to do, and didn't think that Tosh would appreciate that they needed doing in the middle of the night.
The past few weeks, Dairine researched. She sat in the library, Spot open in her lap and running his manual functions, finding information about this particular universe and how it differed from her own. Finally, on a dark, chilly Wednesday, Dairine readied herself for her first big spell in ages.
The digital clock at her bedside alternated blinking between "1:30" and "2454964.56250" -- the Julian date. Dairine rubbed sleep out of her eyes as she checked Spot's screen for the tenth time this hour, checking and triple checking the rough draft of the spell she'd constructed. Can't put this off any farther... Retying her sneakers, Dairine scooped the laptop into her arms and said the ten syllables of a transit spell that placed her in the middle of the park. There was hardly a pop of displaced air.
--
Ten minutes later Dairine was in the middle of the construction of her spell. Spot bobbed silently in place, following Dairine as she worked, wrapped in a low-area antigravity wizardry.
"Thirty-foot perimeter..." The redhead stood back and brushed hair out of her eyes to look at the spellwork unfolding around her. Dairine stood in the center of a large, glowing circle, inside of which were three smaller circles, touching the perimeter of the larger. Accompanying these was an assortment of shimmering lines and angles, and all of which were inscribed with an Arabic-looking script. The Speech, though universally understood in its spoken form, still looked foreign when written.
Each line, though, stated exactly what the purpose of the spell was. Dairine wanted to know how far the space/time anomaly of this town spread. She wanted to know what the parameters were for deciding who appeared in town and who didn't. She wanted to know how to fix it.
Though naturally the last bit wasn't going to be as easy.
She approached a break in the circle and knotted it shut with a final symbol, the figure-eight of a wizards' knot, took a deep breath, and began.
"This is a Class B Peripheral Approximation Spell."
What: Magic of various types
When: Late late night Wednesday
Where: The park
Rating/Status: Low/closed
She was behaving, no doubt about that. But Dairine had things she needed to do, and didn't think that Tosh would appreciate that they needed doing in the middle of the night.
The past few weeks, Dairine researched. She sat in the library, Spot open in her lap and running his manual functions, finding information about this particular universe and how it differed from her own. Finally, on a dark, chilly Wednesday, Dairine readied herself for her first big spell in ages.
The digital clock at her bedside alternated blinking between "1:30" and "2454964.56250" -- the Julian date. Dairine rubbed sleep out of her eyes as she checked Spot's screen for the tenth time this hour, checking and triple checking the rough draft of the spell she'd constructed. Can't put this off any farther... Retying her sneakers, Dairine scooped the laptop into her arms and said the ten syllables of a transit spell that placed her in the middle of the park. There was hardly a pop of displaced air.
--
Ten minutes later Dairine was in the middle of the construction of her spell. Spot bobbed silently in place, following Dairine as she worked, wrapped in a low-area antigravity wizardry.
"Thirty-foot perimeter..." The redhead stood back and brushed hair out of her eyes to look at the spellwork unfolding around her. Dairine stood in the center of a large, glowing circle, inside of which were three smaller circles, touching the perimeter of the larger. Accompanying these was an assortment of shimmering lines and angles, and all of which were inscribed with an Arabic-looking script. The Speech, though universally understood in its spoken form, still looked foreign when written.
Each line, though, stated exactly what the purpose of the spell was. Dairine wanted to know how far the space/time anomaly of this town spread. She wanted to know what the parameters were for deciding who appeared in town and who didn't. She wanted to know how to fix it.
Though naturally the last bit wasn't going to be as easy.
She approached a break in the circle and knotted it shut with a final symbol, the figure-eight of a wizards' knot, took a deep breath, and began.
"This is a Class B Peripheral Approximation Spell."