multiversallogs | A toast to that invincible bunch [OPEN]

Who: Mina and YOU
What: A "thank God we're not dead" party
Where: Common Room, Valhalla Inn
When: Wednesday evening
Notes: Party log; please specify if you're tagging someone in particular, or if it's open season on your character
Warnings: Angering Mina probably results in unhappiness

There were two things Mina rarely did; over-indulge and wear dresses. Tonight, she decided, was a night to throw both inhibitions to the wind. And so, as she made her way up to the common room, she made her way in style, wearing a slinky crimson gown with no back and a plunging neckline. She looked good. Classy, as any society woman of her day. Well, the 1930s, anyway, since she would always consider her day to be the 1720s, really. The only drawback of the dress was that it left both her pirate brand and her Valkyrien Amazon tattoo uncovered, but at this point, Mina was fairly certain that no one would recognize or care about either marking.

The room had been arranged to her satisfaction. She enjoyed ostentation immensely, but opted for a more low-key take on the celebrations. The lights were pleasantly dimmed and there was jazz music playing out of some marvelous contraption that Mina had borrowed. Around the room, she had a few trays of food arranged. Since Mina had no sense of taste to speak of, she hired someone to take care of the food and drinks. The only culinary arrangement she had made for herself was a special mixed drink; store-bought blood (dreadful though it was) laced with ample amounts of rum. That was being kept under a table for now.

She glanced at her reflection in the mirror, adjusting the angle of her fedora slightly. There was no telling what to expect tonight. And frankly, given her experiences in Chicago, she probably should have known better to arrange for any kind of public affair. But Mina was in a bad mood and when she was in a bad mood, she tended to revert into her flippant, false persona to spare herself of too much thought. Besides, she was in the mood to dance with someone handsome.

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"A badger into a tea kettle?" That is indeed perplexing in terms of what it would be useful for. "I suppose if you needed a tea kettle in an emergency—though wouldn't it be easier to just, you know..." She waves her hand, mutters something, and lo, a tea kettle drops into it. "The transition from life to matter would just make it harder..."

She's actually thinking about this pretty hard. Surely they must've had a reason, but she can't come up with one.

"My mentors were always more theoretical sorts, I suppose. I had to learn more philosophy my first week in than I knew existed."

"I had nothing of the sort, except the kind you can bodge together during war," he says, referring to philosophy. "I've recently had the opportunity to learn more about it and I'm...it's slow going, but I like what I've read. I like that there's options."

It might be an odd thing to say, but Sebastian is both astounded and angry by the variety of knowledge available. As enthusiastic as he is now about all the books that are available to him, he can't help but wonder why wasn't this his before? Why was he denied the opportunity to know?

"Isn't it great? I didn't have much in the way of a real education until I started learning magic," she says, wistfully. Those days had been magical in more than the literal sense of the word. "Suddenly there's all these things that I never knew that even existed where I could have found them before—I just hadn't known where to look, you know? It's a shame they didn't teach it at your school. I mean, a certain amount of philosophy on the use of power and ethics is a must, in my opinion."

She lets out a low chuckle. "There's really far too many people who get handed mundane power that could use a bit more of that, really."

"A little bit of ethics might've gone a long way," he says, wryly. While he supports learning transfiguration, the cavalier attitude to the suffering of those badgers, toucans, and tortoises bothers him in a vague, nebulous sort of way. There are times when he wonders if that sort of indifference to the discomfort of animals translated and affected how easy it was for wizards to turn on each other.

"Then again, for a whole host of reasons, a little philosophy is a very dangerous thing."

"The really worthwhile things always are, a little bit," says Jones, smiling. "I like to hope, though, that if you teach people to think, they'll come to the just conclusion in the end." She brushes a stray strand of hair behind her ear and her mouth twists slightly. "I hope, anyway."

"It's a good thought." And something that he believes in as well.

"So," he says carefully, looking down to his cigarette more than up at her face, "You said you might be able to help me see? How would that work? Exactly?"

"Well, I mean, I can't see like that all the time; it'd be really hard to see where I was going, really, because it all looks so different." She waves her hands vaguely. "Basically, it's just the same thing I do for myself, to see, erm, beyond, I guess? It's perfectly safe, no chance of blindness, etcetera."

"Maybe. Someday." As much as Sebastian would like to See whatever it is that Jones is able to, he's not about to put himself in a situation that could put him under her power when he's only just met her. Not only that, he's torn between wanting to see and knowing that it would ache to be involved in magic and yet remain unable to work his own.

"I should get going soon."

"Oh. Oh, that's quite all right." Really, she understands. Mages aren't quick to trust, not even each other. "I shan't keep you, then. I..." There's a funny fluttering sensation in her stomach. "I hope I'll see you around soon. It was nice talking with you."

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