[Closed] I've got the magic in me

[justice_is_blond]

WHO: Five billion mages.
WHAT: The mages Anders has invited mingle
WHEN: The tenth of Wintermarch
WHERE: A warehouse in the docks
NOTES: None atm.

The warehouse is set up pretty sparsely. Part of the warehouse is taken up by a table of food next to a table of drinks next to a table of plates and cups that don't match, near a lot of scattered chairs. A short space away is a deliberate oval of chairs because he, at least, is amused in making sure no circle shapes occur here. Finally, there's a table with a stack of scraps of parchment.

When everyone's gathered and is starting to mingle, Anders stands up and clears his throat.

"Thank you for coming." It takes work to look calm and confident. This feels so important to him and he doesn't want to make a mess of it. "Obviously the food and drink is self-explanatory," he says with a faint smile before gesturing at the oval, "As far as the rest, I figured we could have a small area set up for serious discussion, any heavy matters that people want to talk about, easily joined and left or ignored completely."

He jerks a thumb in the direction of the last table. "Finally, the parchment is for writing down anything you particularly want to teach or learn. Put your name on it, and people can page through them and be in contact. And I think that's enough from me."

Comments

[keenly]

He sees. He hears the fakeness of the whisper. And he smiles, because he's realizing how stupid he must have sounded.

"You got me," he says in a low voice. "I'm a caterer. Who knows? Maybe by the end of the night I'll be a mage."

The smile he gives now is perfectly real. He's getting there. He's starting to think that for the first time in his life, he has power.

[foundmyselfagain]

"Well," Gareth muses, shooting Colin a smile as he spears a bit of salmon (ha ha spear) on his fork. "If you ask me, I think you'd make a pretty good mage. But it's your call."

He tilts his head after a moment. "Though I did tell a bunch of people that you weren't magical, so. If anyone asks, I had no idea. Or I'm just a giant liar." Shrug. "Ignorant or devious? Which is worse, I wonder."

[keenly]

A soft laugh. "I'll tell them the truth: I asked you not to tell, and you're a good friend. They'll understand. And if they don't, then I'm the dishonest one and not you."