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lord_wizardWho: Felix Harrowgate (& any crew/visitors)
Broadcast: none
Action: SS Starstruck
When: Today-ish
[It's the first time in weeks that Felix feels like himself, rather than a ball of misery. The only benefit to his extended bout of sickness, outside of an increased sense of sympathy for his brother who attracted winter colds like a magnet, was the extra time it gave him him to work on a project he's had in the largely conceptual stages for months. The somewhat delirious wandering about the ship, which Wanda chided him for repeatedly, served more than just his stubborn nature.
Today, the wizard is in his usual station in the Starstruck's kitchen, carefully placing a small stone sculpture on the center of the table to serve as a focus - regrettably in the form of a large chicken, but he'd long abandoned the idea of finding something more dignified. There are intricate chalk circles and symbols around the statue and marks that are a companion to this centerpiece can be found on various key points on the walls of the ship itself.
He's tried for a moment when he believes most of the crew is out and about, but as long as they don't touch anything they shouldn't, it won't matter. Standing at the edge of the table he gathers himself, back straight and eyes closed. What's more, power gathers as well, palpable even to those without any kind of ability as a density in the air, along with the slightest whiff of ozone. Placing his hands on the stone, he mumbles to himself, letting the magic build, mentally connecting all the points of his spell mentally and physically.
And then the tension snaps. The stone glows as if it were white hot, though his hands remain in place, and all the symbols on the table and all around the ship do the same, burning with heatless, sourceless energy. A small current of static sweeps through the air before everything extinguishes in one final incandescent burst, the symbols gone. The statue, against all reason, now gleams like opalescent opaque glass, shimmering just slightly under the surface with light that casts a halo into the air but illuminates nothing else beyond it.
Felix wobbles and sits heavily into a chair, vision swimming.]
There. Done.
Broadcast: none
Action: SS Starstruck
When: Today-ish
[It's the first time in weeks that Felix feels like himself, rather than a ball of misery. The only benefit to his extended bout of sickness, outside of an increased sense of sympathy for his brother who attracted winter colds like a magnet, was the extra time it gave him him to work on a project he's had in the largely conceptual stages for months. The somewhat delirious wandering about the ship, which Wanda chided him for repeatedly, served more than just his stubborn nature.
Today, the wizard is in his usual station in the Starstruck's kitchen, carefully placing a small stone sculpture on the center of the table to serve as a focus - regrettably in the form of a large chicken, but he'd long abandoned the idea of finding something more dignified. There are intricate chalk circles and symbols around the statue and marks that are a companion to this centerpiece can be found on various key points on the walls of the ship itself.
He's tried for a moment when he believes most of the crew is out and about, but as long as they don't touch anything they shouldn't, it won't matter. Standing at the edge of the table he gathers himself, back straight and eyes closed. What's more, power gathers as well, palpable even to those without any kind of ability as a density in the air, along with the slightest whiff of ozone. Placing his hands on the stone, he mumbles to himself, letting the magic build, mentally connecting all the points of his spell mentally and physically.
And then the tension snaps. The stone glows as if it were white hot, though his hands remain in place, and all the symbols on the table and all around the ship do the same, burning with heatless, sourceless energy. A small current of static sweeps through the air before everything extinguishes in one final incandescent burst, the symbols gone. The statue, against all reason, now gleams like opalescent opaque glass, shimmering just slightly under the surface with light that casts a halo into the air but illuminates nothing else beyond it.
Felix wobbles and sits heavily into a chair, vision swimming.]
There. Done.
