With what he’s learned from Wysteria about this place, and his own magical capabilities, he’s able to help bluff their way into the higher echelons of the party. It helps that Doctor Strange’s magic translates well into a Talent: the hard rote study, the precise movements, the places where a few out-of-place runes can make or break his own spells. He’d like to pick these magicians’ brains for a year, actually.

He’s spent a bit too much time communicating with his compatriots through the magic pocket mirror, however, and people have noticed. An opportunistic thief finally makes their play: collides with Strange, snatches it right out of his hands, and he’s not fast enough to seize it back. “Hey!” he shouts, and then has to go charging down the carnival midway chasing the thief. Someone please help him catch that guy; that was technically Strange’s goddamn sending crystal.

Later, they’re supposed to be looking for the artifact in the grand exhibition hall, but he’s distracted by all the exhibits, the displays, the arcane demonstrations. He could live here, probably. So, when the time comes to create a distraction for the others infiltrating the hall, he’s happy to oblige with assistance. “Alright,” he whispers; “how about we just start activating some of these displays?”

It’ll be disruptive, sure, but it’ll get the job done.