The Days That Bind Us 2: Still Bound
WHO: Mages, anyone else who cares
WHAT: Give us liberty or give us potatoes, or: a most noble strike for a most noble purpose, or: pissy mage babies throw a tantrum
WHEN: 14-19 Cloudreach 9:44
WHERE: The Gallows
NOTES: This is for consolidating RP regarding the strike. Your character doesn't have to be striking themselves to top-level or tag around, as long as it's tangentially related.
WHAT: Give us liberty or give us potatoes, or: a most noble strike for a most noble purpose, or: pissy mage babies throw a tantrum
WHEN: 14-19 Cloudreach 9:44
WHERE: The Gallows
NOTES: This is for consolidating RP regarding the strike. Your character doesn't have to be striking themselves to top-level or tag around, as long as it's tangentially related.
The morning of Cloudreach 14, with minimal fanfare, a significant fraction of the Circle mages working with the Inquisition across Thedas stops showing up for work. On the other hand, a significant fraction doesn't stop. But the not-working fraction is significant enough to cause problems, and for the Inquisition to not delay or prolong the discussions already set to take place at Skyhold with a few representatives of the aggrieved mages and a number of Templar and Chantry representatives.
In the Gallows, most of the mages who are refusing to work relocate—voluntarily, unless being scowled at by Kostos Averesch qualifies as being forced against one's will—to the dusty recruits' quarters in the former Templar tower for an indefinite, politicized slumber party, featuring uncomfortable bunk beds and a lot of unseasoned starches. For a cause.
ooc | Remember that striking characters are generally losing access to confidential information, Inquisition equipment or materials, and any amenities, comforts, or privileges beyond the "plain potatoes for dinner" and "not thrown out into the streets" level.
In the Gallows, most of the mages who are refusing to work relocate—voluntarily, unless being scowled at by Kostos Averesch qualifies as being forced against one's will—to the dusty recruits' quarters in the former Templar tower for an indefinite, politicized slumber party, featuring uncomfortable bunk beds and a lot of unseasoned starches. For a cause.
ooc | Remember that striking characters are generally losing access to confidential information, Inquisition equipment or materials, and any amenities, comforts, or privileges beyond the "plain potatoes for dinner" and "not thrown out into the streets" level.

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Cyril doesn't seem freaked out at all. In fact, he seems rather impressed. He turns a bit to give Colin more of his focus and seems to be hanging on his every word. "Is that true? That there are spirit energies all around us? Is that the Veil or something else?"
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He sets the book down in the air in front of him and leaves it hovering.
"What could I be doing here? Am I pulling a table through the Veil to set it down on?"
The book rises into the air about a meter.
"I could do this before I knew anything about this school of magic. A lot of magic theory is based on what mages observed themselves doing, rather than what mages thought they should be able to do. We look at ourselves floating a book in the air and we think of how we could be doing it. I'm not generating wind here, I'm just thinking about moving the book, and the book moves. Since there's no physical force that's doing this, I must be using a magical force. But it's affecting the physical world, not just the Fade, so it must exist here, on the waking side. So perhaps there are eddies of things, residual forces that move between this world and the Fade. And the Veil itself seems to be one of them--not the source of the magic at all, but maybe a product of it."
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He doesn't fully understand a lot about what Colin is saying and will probably think of questions to ask about it later. But, for now, he thinks he gets the jist of it.
"That would mean that everything is far more connected than they teach. There would be some kind of energy connecting you and this book, right? Some thread we can't see or perceive. That makes the Fade less another place and more the same place, like you and this book are totally disconnected. Like you and I, or any other person aren't." He presses his lips together in thought.
"At least... perhaps it's like that." He sighs, forcing himself to not get any more carried away. "I wouldn't know, being disconnected myself. You'll have to tell me how it feels to you."
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"How would that feel?"