Goldstone Mingle!

[youdontneedapictureofme]

Who: Crew and visitors aboard the SS Goldstone
Broadcast: N/a
Action: aboard the SS Goldstone and planetside in the Yadrolla System
When: Throughout May?

[It's a mingle, ya'll!]

Comments

Engine room

[nomadeupname]

[It's quite impossible for Stephen not to sense, nor to notice the wards placed around the ship. The are borne from a different magic than his, but their signature is magical none the less. Once he feels more at ease to navigate through the ship, Strange follows the flow of magic to its source, only to find himself in the engine room.

The pulse of magic is strong here and Strange watches in silence the young man as he infuses what he guesses is the center of power of the wards. He doesn't hide as he waits for the other man to finish, knowing better than to disturb a magic user during a spell.]

That's an interesting idea. They're protection spells, right?

[lord_wizard]

[He appreciates the consideration, though he's mildly startled at finding he's no longer alone, once he opens his eyes and turns to see the source of the voice. Stephen is only vaguely registered as 'the newcomer', though he's not had the time to remember more than that. His surprise takes another note once he registers the words, brow raising slightly.]

Yes. Very perceptive of you. [It's one thing to sense magic - many people in the fleet could recognize it on the basic level, if they had anything similar. It was another to recognize the form as being more than that. Color him intrigued.]

You'd be our newest arrival? We haven't been properly introduced. Felix Harrowgate. [He offers a hand]

[nomadeupname]

[It's more a question of deduction than anything else: there's no sense in putting destructive wards on a ship in the middle of space, especially when one is on said ship. Their transport isn't powered by magic either, so protection is the next best guess.]

Mmm, it was a lucky guess. [Not really, and Strange doesn't say that out of modesty, that's not in his nature. But he's not either about to reveal too much about himself either. Not until he knows the crew better.]

I am. Dr. Stephen Strange, [he offers, moving to grasp the man's forearm instead of his hand to shake. It's just as polite, and much less painful for Strange. His grasp is firm despite the scars on his hand and the light tremor of it.]

I arrived a few days ago. [Form the thin, tight line of his lips, it's easy to figure that this isn't a place he wishes to be stuck in.]

I wasn't aware that this ship had sorcerers on it.

[lord_wizard]

[Felix hums in thought, clearly skeptical of Strange's answer but letting it rest for the time being. He would have preferred more honesty, truthfully, but dragging it out of the man wouldn't help any.

The altered handshake throws him for a moment, but he understands the intent after a moment, his smile flaring back to life on his face.]

Well, technically speaking it doesn't. I'm a wizard. But that's semantics.

A doctor, though? Well, we're lucky to have you on board with us. Sorry for the lack of a proper welcoming party, but the crew tends to scatter to the winds the second we come into sight of a habitable planet. Ah, which reminds me...[He moves back, opening a compartment on the far wall and removing a small basket]

Take one of these. It will key you into the wards. Do what you want with it - put it a piece of jewelry or just keep it in your pocket - just as long as you have it on your person at all times while you're on the ship.

[nomadeupname]

[It's nothing personal against Felix, but considering that the only other sorcerer he knows beside the masters of the mystic arts is Loki, Strange tends to keep his cards close to his heart. For now.

That answer raises an eyebrow slowly on Stephen's face:]

There's a difference between the two of them?

[Not that it matters much to him, as he will always see himself as a master of the mystic arts.
He smiles lightly:]

I am. My specialty lies in neurosurgery. Well, used to be that, I guess. [The reason why it's not anymore is fairly easy to guess from his hands.] And don't worry about the welcoming party, I wasn't exactly expecting one either.

[Stephen watches as Felix retrieves something and peers into the basket when it's presented to him. Strange chooses a green stone that reminds him of the Eye of Agamotto hanging around his neck and nods curtly:]

Thank you. How do they work?

[Strange is not sure he will ever need a protection ward, but he's not about to turn down something that might come useful in the future.]

[lord_wizard]

[He's used to people playing their cards close to their chest, especially when it comes to magic, so he takes the hint of evasiveness in stride.]

That depends on where you're from, but at the end of the day it's largely a matter of persistent nomenclature.

[Smirking lightly, he backs up to replace the remaining stones back in their cubby]

The stones are a way to help the wards recognize friend over foe. The wards, besides protecting the structure of the ship itself, will also incapacitate anyone on the interior of the ship attempting to attack the ship or the crew. Technically speaking, they are more exclusive than inclusive, as anyone with the stone will be considered a viable target for the wards. For instance, in the event we were boarded by something hostile and you went to attack it without the stone on your person, the wards would incapacitate you first.

((ooc: You can design your stone here))