| 87 You cast fly on a random creature within 60 feet of you | 14 You cast confusion on yourself
( Aalis bought she and Waverly a round, insisting they do a shot. It's only fair. Waverly brings Dolls his drama, she gets to break bread with Aalis. So-to-speak, she's not clear on if there is food here or not. If there is, they should order, though, shouldn't they? Two pretty women sitting together shouldn't waste the opportunity, doesn't Waverly think?
A bright, blinding light frames Waverly's features, and then her body. Aalis has never been this taken by a person before. It's too late, before she knows it, this isn't Waverly's appeal, it is something Otherworldly and it engulfs them both.
The light goes out and Aalis realizes she's been gripping her chair, knuckles white. It's too similar to something she's encountered before, but don't ask her what it was. She puzzles over that thought as her eyes go wide. The woman at her table has floated a few inches out of her chair. Aalis shifts, her eyes searching her surroundings. She slides her chair back frantically, stopping herself from falling backward. )
Wh-what's going on? What are you doing? What's happened?
[Waverly is likely not helping matters, because the minute she starts taking flight, her body starts reacting instinctively. As her feet lift off the ground, her wings slip out from behind her shoulder blades - large black feathered wings that give her the impression of something terrifying.]
I'm ... flying. But I'm not doing it on purpose. I think there was some kind of magic flair?
I don't think so? I can't speak for your tolerance but it would take much more than one shot to get me drunk.
[She grabs hold of the barstool to pull herself back down to the ground, and rolls her shoulders to put her wings away. She then gently moves Aalis back towards the table.]
( If she focuses on that, then that does -- make sense. They are fine. Nobody's hurt.
If she sits, maybe things will come to make sense. )
I'm sorry, I just don't -- know, I don't --
( She shakes her head, shaking off the minute long confusion as things center. Everything snaps into place. (19) )
It's called wild magic. Something went awry and idle enchantments are sweeping through the city. Hopefully, all as temporary as these. ( Her name... ) Waverly. And --
( She narrowly misses a chair falling at her feet as she gets to her feet. She chastises Doc. )
Be. More. Careful.
( The fire on the bar rages, but if Serena touches something, she'll find it won't catch.
[Waverly lets go. She takes a step back and moves to help Doc up instead.
Serena eyes the way things are starting to settle. She taps her dress gently, and when she doesn't set her dress on fire, she reaches over the bar for the water spray gun and uses it to douse the existing flames, just to be safe.]
It means one of two things, that, one, the big crazy magic - is over. Or, two, that the big crazy magic? Comes in waves. Unfortunately, without foreknowledge of where this came from, why, and what it was made of, we have no reason of knowing if this is the end. Is everyone alright?
( She asks our crew and also some other patrons who get their bearings again. )
What a freak power surge.
( She amplifies her voice in spell form, the words 'freak power surge' echoing in the civilians minds (17). Various civilians can make will saves. She's not intending it in her compatriots' directions.
Wynonna, who is not present, fails the will save she didn't know she needed to take (5) as she and Dolls return to the restaurant. Looking up above her, bubbles cascade out of her mouth quite gingerly as if she's admiring the ridiculousness of New York's power grid. )
[It takes a second, because that's a lot of Doc-specific words, even for Doc, but once he does follow the context clues, he glances back to Serena, confused:]
Fire isn't really your thing.
[Serena throws up her hands in victory. "That's what I said!" She glances to Doc. "And rude, I am not a pyromaniac, I was just ... briefly incendiary."]
("If wild magic resembles a dangerous and unpredictable wild animal, than I whole heartedly agree," Doc says, no, not apologizing to Serena. But, he thinks he understands. )
Wilde with an e. Untethered magic, with no destination, or, perhaps, a compromised destination.
( Either way, something went wrong.
Wynonna almost bubbles, again, leaning in close to Waverly, but instead:
"Did it cause the power surge?" She pauses. "Hey. Ariel's got her voice back. Boo-ya." She turns in Dolls' direction with a smile. "Fuck you very much." She nods. "That felt good. Now, all's I need is a little Prince Eric action, hell, I'll settle for King Triton," she says, looking at Serena who happens to be the nearest. "Big zaddy energy, know what I mean?")
[Serena will happily follow this line of conversation.]
The cartoon, eh. I do love some me some Javier Bardem though.
[Dolls can already see this slipping away and they need to stay on track. "Can we focus please? We need to figure out where that magic came from and how many might be affected."
Once a guy giving orders, always a guy giving orders.]
(Less than five seconds. Doc agrees, though. He can keep things on the track so-to-speak.
"Aalis, might you be able to pinpoint where the wilde magic with an e came from?"
Aalis, while not lost in the pop culture, is quite bored of the pop culture. She is a purist as things come out, so she likes original black and white films, old animation. Why fix what isn't broken. But, being a woman of New York the past few decades, she greatly appreciates theatre, and always has. She remembers when Shakespeare was performed by all men. But The Little Mermaid still slaps.
Not the point, though!
"I can try, with Xavier, since it drew itself to him, innately," she says, stepping around the chairs, and then over one, stepping up and back down, back to the entrance, offering her hand. Once they make skin to skin contact, she attempts a retracing.
But, between his dragon attributes and the botched original spell, she gets a (1), which only gives her flashes of who's involved and then knocks the lights out completely.
In the pitched dark, she opens her eyes again. She only recognizes one person in her flashes.
"Young adults are involved, none I recognize, but there is also... a Bennett witch.")
Aalis gets three blank stares at that information as Dolls (9), Waverly (2), and Serena (6) can't exactly put a face to that bloodline. Though Dolls gets the closest, holding up a hand as he tries to process that.]
Because it should, if you run in those circles, which, clearly, none of you do. She derives her power from her family line. And she assisted in this spell.
( The one that went entirely wrong. Bonnie Bennett hasn't come up in conversation with Doc (16), as he is more adjacent to anything, but Wynonna (16) is well-versed in the name, Bennett.
"My father knew a Bennett, Erma, or Elma. Elma Bennett." Wynonna says. )
Could be the same.
("Bullshit. They're the same. They have to be the same. Coincidences don't exist in Purgatory, and I'm willing to bet they don't ever exist, not in our worlds." Wynonna gestures, throwing an arm out to make her point. )
[Dolls looks over at Wynonna and Waverly, and his expression goes blank, almost as though he doesn't know what to make of it. This isn't how he wanted to come back into their lives, but it's how it happened.]
I'm not sure if there's anything I can say that will keep her from doing that anyway.
Just take credit. Own that you tucked your tail between your legs, blamed Black Badge and Bulshar and a third bitch-ass B on the decision you made. You and Jeremy.
( She's almost past it, deflating with every word, but mostly because the bubbles took it out of her. )
[Him making a choice. Jeremy kept him apprised, but he never came back. He knew it was going to hurt them which is why he wanted to avoid this conversation in the first place.]
But my choice was lab rat or not and I chose not. And I'm not sorry for that. I am sorry that you found out this way, because this wasn't how I would have wanted it done.
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infrequent flyers | waverly & aalis
( Aalis bought she and Waverly a round, insisting they do a shot. It's only fair. Waverly brings Dolls his drama, she gets to break bread with Aalis. So-to-speak, she's not clear on if there is food here or not. If there is, they should order, though, shouldn't they? Two pretty women sitting together shouldn't waste the opportunity, doesn't Waverly think?
A bright, blinding light frames Waverly's features, and then her body. Aalis has never been this taken by a person before. It's too late, before she knows it, this isn't Waverly's appeal, it is something Otherworldly and it engulfs them both.
The light goes out and Aalis realizes she's been gripping her chair, knuckles white. It's too similar to something she's encountered before, but don't ask her what it was. She puzzles over that thought as her eyes go wide. The woman at her table has floated a few inches out of her chair. Aalis shifts, her eyes searching her surroundings. She slides her chair back frantically, stopping herself from falling backward. )
Wh-what's going on? What are you doing? What's happened?
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I'm ... flying. But I'm not doing it on purpose. I think there was some kind of magic flair?
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( Was there, she means to say as she attempts to gather her thoughts. )
We're - you and I had just - ( They'd taken a shot each. ) Are we each drunk?
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[She grabs hold of the barstool to pull herself back down to the ground, and rolls her shoulders to put her wings away. She then gently moves Aalis back towards the table.]
But I think we're okay. At least for now.
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( She really doesn't know what she is, only that she knows her tolerance is what you'd expect a person of her age to be. Vast.
From the chair a few tables away, Doc yells out. "Waverly!" )
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[She calls back over her shoulder, but keeps her focus on Aalis.]
Yeah. We are. Nobody's hurt, nobody's bleeding. Everything's going to be fine.
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( If she focuses on that, then that does -- make sense. They are fine. Nobody's hurt.
If she sits, maybe things will come to make sense. )
I'm sorry, I just don't -- know, I don't --
( She shakes her head, shaking off the minute long confusion as things center. Everything snaps into place. (19) )
It's called wild magic. Something went awry and idle enchantments are sweeping through the city. Hopefully, all as temporary as these. ( Her name... ) Waverly. And --
( She narrowly misses a chair falling at her feet as she gets to her feet. She chastises Doc. )
Be. More. Careful.
( The fire on the bar rages, but if Serena touches something, she'll find it won't catch.
And then back to Waverly, competently. )
You can let go.
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Serena eyes the way things are starting to settle. She taps her dress gently, and when she doesn't set her dress on fire, she reaches over the bar for the water spray gun and uses it to douse the existing flames, just to be safe.]
So does this mean the big crazy magic is over?
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( She asks our crew and also some other patrons who get their bearings again. )
What a freak power surge.
( She amplifies her voice in spell form, the words 'freak power surge' echoing in the civilians minds (17). Various civilians can make will saves. She's not intending it in her compatriots' directions.
Wynonna, who is not present, fails the will save she didn't know she needed to take (5) as she and Dolls return to the restaurant. Looking up above her, bubbles cascade out of her mouth quite gingerly as if she's admiring the ridiculousness of New York's power grid. )
What is wrong with her?
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[Waverly moves to check on her sister, concern all over her face. Serena, however, has got her priorities in order:
"What happened to your shirt?"]
Freak flash of light decided to set me on fire.
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That freak flash of light caused quite the slippery wicket in here and your chanteuse took up vandalized the bar top with her pyromania.
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Fire isn't really your thing.
[Serena throws up her hands in victory. "That's what I said!" She glances to Doc. "And rude, I am not a pyromaniac, I was just ... briefly incendiary."]
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( "If wild magic resembles a dangerous and unpredictable wild animal, than I whole heartedly agree," Doc says, no, not apologizing to Serena. But, he thinks he understands. )
Wilde with an e. Untethered magic, with no destination, or, perhaps, a compromised destination.
( Either way, something went wrong.
Wynonna almost bubbles, again, leaning in close to Waverly, but instead:
"Did it cause the power surge?" She pauses. "Hey. Ariel's got her voice back. Boo-ya." She turns in Dolls' direction with a smile. "Fuck you very much." She nods. "That felt good. Now, all's I need is a little Prince Eric action, hell, I'll settle for King Triton," she says, looking at Serena who happens to be the nearest. "Big zaddy energy, know what I mean?" )
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The cartoon, eh. I do love some me some Javier Bardem though.
[Dolls can already see this slipping away and they need to stay on track. "Can we focus please? We need to figure out where that magic came from and how many might be affected."
Once a guy giving orders, always a guy giving orders.]
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( Less than five seconds. Doc agrees, though. He can keep things on the track so-to-speak.
"Aalis, might you be able to pinpoint where the wilde magic with an e came from?"
Aalis, while not lost in the pop culture, is quite bored of the pop culture. She is a purist as things come out, so she likes original black and white films, old animation. Why fix what isn't broken. But, being a woman of New York the past few decades, she greatly appreciates theatre, and always has. She remembers when Shakespeare was performed by all men. But The Little Mermaid still slaps.
Not the point, though!
"I can try, with Xavier, since it drew itself to him, innately," she says, stepping around the chairs, and then over one, stepping up and back down, back to the entrance, offering her hand. Once they make skin to skin contact, she attempts a retracing.
But, between his dragon attributes and the botched original spell, she gets a (1), which only gives her flashes of who's involved and then knocks the lights out completely.
In the pitched dark, she opens her eyes again. She only recognizes one person in her flashes.
"Young adults are involved, none I recognize, but there is also... a Bennett witch." )
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Bennett witch - why does that sound familiar?
[Sorry Aalis.]
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( The one that went entirely wrong. Bonnie Bennett hasn't come up in conversation with Doc (16), as he is more adjacent to anything, but Wynonna (16) is well-versed in the name, Bennett.
"My father knew a Bennett, Erma, or Elma. Elma Bennett." Wynonna says. )
Could be the same.
( "Bullshit. They're the same. They have to be the same. Coincidences don't exist in Purgatory, and I'm willing to bet they don't ever exist, not in our worlds." Wynonna gestures, throwing an arm out to make her point. )
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[She's not going to put all their money on there being only one Bennett in the entire world. Dolls agrees.
"Whoever it is, hopefully they have a way to fix this. But for now, how long do you think until this all blows over?"]
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( She can feel it. )
This was far-reaching but not far-acting.
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[He glances around at the patrons who are starting to trickle out at the sign that everything is safe, and he nods.]
Then we should probably get out of here too.
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( Just a suggestion, Dolls.
"Respect on Carrie Underwood," Wynonna says. "But, I'm more embarrassed for a woman that can't shoot whiskey." )
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I'm not sure if there's anything I can say that will keep her from doing that anyway.
[She's angry and she has a right to be angry.]
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( She's almost past it, deflating with every word, but mostly because the bubbles took it out of her. )
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[Him making a choice. Jeremy kept him apprised, but he never came back. He knew it was going to hurt them which is why he wanted to avoid this conversation in the first place.]
But my choice was lab rat or not and I chose not. And I'm not sorry for that. I am sorry that you found out this way, because this wasn't how I would have wanted it done.
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( "Wynonna," Doc tries, understanding her self righteous fury, but not wanting her to push over the edge now that the bubbles have ceased. )
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