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Wow! What a weekend! I think my head is still spinning.

I kind of liked being a wizard. I could live like that everyday, I think. Magic and stuff. It's a lot of fun.

But now I've got leftovers. What am I even supposed to do with all these weird symbols on these little pieces of paper? They're all over the place. I've got stacks of the stupid things.

Anybody want one? I guess it's a souvenir from this weekend. You can keep it if you want. If you don't, I guess I'll use them for confetti or something.

I don't think Larry liked being my familiar for the weekend. But Larry doesn't like anything.

Anyway--come get a symbol if you want one.

[ooc: He knows what those symbols are. He knows fully well. Please consider this my apology for being unable to do jack shit this weekend despite my best efforts. Ugh. But Fl(agg)etcher was a visiting teacher from the Salem, Massachusetts, school of witchcraft and wizardry, specializing in sigil magic (among other things). These sigils are not wholly benign. Taking one, keeping one, may allow him access. If nothing else, it'll allow him to gather magic power from your character and your character's surroundings--it's an ad hoc collection net (since he hasn't had time to set up a more complicated network...yet. So help a poor(?) wizard out and unintentionally charge his sigils for him, okay?]

Comments

[valentineluke]

Put them in fortune cookies?

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[dignity_misery]

What do they do, Fletcher?

[ No, she will not take one no matter what he answers, the fucking grinning liar. ]

[anunluckypenny]

What kinds of weird little symbols? They sound neat.

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Carla [he says, laughing] I have forgotten!

[Which is a lie.]

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Hey, that's an idea! I'm not the best cook, but I betcha I could do that. I bet they'd sell great at the Jasmine Dragon.

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They're kind of pretty, lots of loops and swirls and lines and things. Very abstract. Very modern art.

I can send you one if you want. Lemme take a picture.

[anunluckypenny]

I'd love to see one!

[valentineluke]

Decorative bookmarks are another idea.

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I'll tuck them in library books as freebies. I doubt the librarians will mind.

[valentineluke]

Have a few examples handy for viewing? I may want one or two.

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Sure! How's this one?

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Try this one on for size, see if it strikes your fancy:

[valentineluke]

I'm afraid it doesn't.

[anunluckypenny]

I like it. I can really have it?

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Sure you can! Where you do hang out usually? I'll come bring it to you.

[anunluckypenny]

I'm usually around the Welcome Center. It's right off the main square.

[And the walls inside are covered with an eclectic mix of artwork and curse souvenirs. A harmless little leftover from the wizard curse would fit in nicely.]

You really don't need to deliver it, though. It's very sweet of you to offer, but I don't want to be any trouble.

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Oh yeah--I know the place.

[Yes. Harmless little leftover.]

It's no trouble! I like getting out and walking around.

[anunluckypenny]

Then thank you--thank you so much. I'll see you soon?

[unflagging]

You sure will!

[And, as promised, he (in all his Canadian Tuxedo glory) will turn up at the welcome center with the aforementioned and promised sigil. Enjoy~]

[unflagging]

Really? Too bad.

[anunluckypenny]

[On the wall it will go and on the wall it will stay.

Flagg may not escape without offers of cookies.]

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[He will be most pleased--by all of these things. His magic sigils are getting attention and thereby getting "charged" and he gets cookies. Which he will accept, almost certainly.

You see, you have to understand: he's a sugar-addict, as bad as anyone else from Mid-World.]

[valentineluke]

Looks like a can. Won't appeal to most.

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Well, picky, picky, picky.

[valentineluke]

You're the one with Budweiser on the mind, not I.

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Now you're just being insulting.

[valentineluke]

Nod to Andy Warhol, then.

What others are on display?

[sleepingstar]

You could always burn them.

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Yeah, I know I could. But I kind of want to know if anyone else wants them first.

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Maybe I ought to just open a gallery show.

[valentineluke]

You could borrow an unoccupied apartment. Thumbtack them all to the walls, post a public viewing invitation to the Network. Whole set-up wouldn't cost much - even less so with no food or drink offered. Would be a unique showing, defiantly appeal to avant-garde crowd.

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Or I could just tack them up all over the City and call it guerrilla art.

[valentineluke]

Yes. The apartment, though - could leave it for others to find. True seekers as appose to the passerbys.

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What's that supposed to mean?

[valentineluke]

Instead of a easily accessible and passive viewing, make the public hunt for it.

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Yeah, but, like, why, man?

[valentineluke]

Because it could be fun. Variation on the outlaw party.

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Man, that takes me back! That's so 90s. I love it.

Nah, I think I'll stick with giving them away. If you want to have an illegal rave, though, go for it.

[valentineluke]

I was referring more to the events' spontaneity.

I'll still take one.

[sleepingstar]

Why? They're pieces of paper.

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Sure! Want me to deliver it or, I don't know, do you want me to leave it somewhere you can find it yourself? Since that seems to be your thing and all.

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They have drawings on them. Someone might want one if they like the drawing.

[valentineluke]

Drop it off at Circus Carnivore, Underground. For your trouble, a free pass to either Day Show or Night Show. Day is traditional family entertainment; animal performances are primarily domestics during the winter season. Night; from classic burlesque to modern sideshow and almost anything in between - adults only.

Just give me a name to leave at the ticket booth.

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Thanks--mighty generous of you. I'm Rory Fletcher. I'll bring this little thing by today, if I get a chance.

[valentineluke]

Thank-you, Mr. Fletcher. No rush; name's on the guest list and not going anywhere. I'm Carnivore's owner, Luke Valentine.

[sleepingstar]

That's not art. [She's pretty sure, at least. She's never actually understood humans & what they call "art". It all looks like pointless scribbling to her.]

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I'm afraid I'm not in the mood to argue art theory with you at the moment.

[sleepingstar]

Why not? [Obnoxious tween is obnoxious.]