[ ooc: canon point is late S5, just before the musical episode. ]
The Endless
[ Her first thought is that George Ball is after her again, until she remembers she already gave him what he wanted, and he's not the type to waste his time. Alice sighs shakily as panic loosens its hold on her. It's certainly some kind of spell, or a world yanking her in, or someone who remembers her as a niffin— something or someone malicious, who pulled her into this foggy, snowy forest.
Getting to her feet, Alice dusts the snow off her clothes. There's a path, and anything beyond it just gets foggier, until it's so thick she can't see her hand in front of her face. (Yes, she tried it, and about faced and got back to the path.) Okay then. She'll stick to the path. She might be feeling like she should just quit everything altogether, but she's not willing to let herself get killed (again). She won't just throw away her life, Quentin's last gift to her.
The chasm reminds her of the endless well on the mountain of ghosts, and so it doesn't scare her. Most people aren't afraid of heights so much as they are of falling, and that's the primal fear that snakes down Alice's spine. She steps back from the edge and thinks about levitating herself to the other side. Could she do it? Would her right hand be able to steer magic correctly, stabilizing it for the duration of the crossing? It's more likely to make the spell launch her up into the air and fall to her death one way or another, and given this is a new world, it's not worth the risk.
She tries (and fails) to cast something with her right hand— a little ball of light. It comes out like a bright, brief flare that feels hot against her palm. She shakes out her hand, then flexes and clenches her fingers. A new, nervous habit she's picked up, courtesy of the Couple. ]
Shit. [ Muttered, under her breath.
After a moment, she sighs. ] Okay. Backtrack and take the other path.
[ And damn if this doesn't feel like some fucked up fairy tale. ]
Bodies w/o souls
[ How could anyone expect Alice to not spend time in a bookstore?
The selection is frustrating, but at least it gives her some information about what year it is or may be. The inventory lists in the back office helpful in that regard, but otherwise this proves a largely useless endeavor.
Until she sees the safe.
With a new goal, she forgets about the lights and the tapping in the windows. This right here, it's actually achievable. She tries several different spells to try and unlock it, and then goes and sits at the desk, grabs a pen and paper, and starts to work on probability problems. There are only a finite amount of possibilities for the combination. Easy stuff, if time consuming.
Eventually, she needs light, so she works with what's in the office and manages to get a little fire going in a mug. It's warm, and the glow casts dancing shadows on the walls. The light spills out into the store. ]
The End Is Near af
[ The bulletin board couldn't be more unsettling if it tried. Blood, a cryptic, threatening message— a warning?
By this point, frustrated with her lack of success at finding anything out so far, Alice is glad to find some stray math problems to puzzle out. Taking some pen and paper and one of the equations on the board, she sits down at the reception desk and starts to solve it. What a nerd.
When she's done, she pins the equation and the solution on the board. ]
Hope that helps someone. And whoever's blood this is, I hope you're okay.
Alice Quinn | The Magicians | will match format
The Endless
[ Her first thought is that George Ball is after her again, until she remembers she already gave him what he wanted, and he's not the type to waste his time. Alice sighs shakily as panic loosens its hold on her. It's certainly some kind of spell, or a world yanking her in, or someone who remembers her as a niffin— something or someone malicious, who pulled her into this foggy, snowy forest.
Getting to her feet, Alice dusts the snow off her clothes. There's a path, and anything beyond it just gets foggier, until it's so thick she can't see her hand in front of her face. (Yes, she tried it, and about faced and got back to the path.) Okay then. She'll stick to the path. She might be feeling like she should just quit everything altogether, but she's not willing to let herself get killed (again). She won't just throw away her life, Quentin's last gift to her.
The chasm reminds her of the endless well on the mountain of ghosts, and so it doesn't scare her. Most people aren't afraid of heights so much as they are of falling, and that's the primal fear that snakes down Alice's spine. She steps back from the edge and thinks about levitating herself to the other side. Could she do it? Would her right hand be able to steer magic correctly, stabilizing it for the duration of the crossing? It's more likely to make the spell launch her up into the air and fall to her death one way or another, and given this is a new world, it's not worth the risk.
She tries (and fails) to cast something with her right hand— a little ball of light. It comes out like a bright, brief flare that feels hot against her palm. She shakes out her hand, then flexes and clenches her fingers. A new, nervous habit she's picked up, courtesy of the Couple. ]
Shit. [ Muttered, under her breath.
After a moment, she sighs. ] Okay. Backtrack and take the other path.
[ And damn if this doesn't feel like some fucked up fairy tale. ]
Bodies w/o souls
[ How could anyone expect Alice to not spend time in a bookstore?
The selection is frustrating, but at least it gives her some information about what year it is or may be. The inventory lists in the back office helpful in that regard, but otherwise this proves a largely useless endeavor.
Until she sees the safe.
With a new goal, she forgets about the lights and the tapping in the windows. This right here, it's actually achievable. She tries several different spells to try and unlock it, and then goes and sits at the desk, grabs a pen and paper, and starts to work on probability problems. There are only a finite amount of possibilities for the combination. Easy stuff, if time consuming.
Eventually, she needs light, so she works with what's in the office and manages to get a little fire going in a mug. It's warm, and the glow casts dancing shadows on the walls. The light spills out into the store. ]
The End Is Near af
[ The bulletin board couldn't be more unsettling if it tried. Blood, a cryptic, threatening message— a warning?
By this point, frustrated with her lack of success at finding anything out so far, Alice is glad to find some stray math problems to puzzle out. Taking some pen and paper and one of the equations on the board, she sits down at the reception desk and starts to solve it. What a nerd.
When she's done, she pins the equation and the solution on the board. ]
Hope that helps someone. And whoever's blood this is, I hope you're okay.
Wildcard
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