player plot: when my time comes around, pt. 2.5.

[propulsion]

WHO: Stephen Strange, Tony Stark, Viktor, Wysteria de Foncé, feat. James Flint, Yseult, and sundry!
WHAT: A sleepless month.
WHEN: First week of August
WHERE: The Gallows
NOTES: Partially open! Within are some closed threads for time travel solutions and geniusing, but feel free to use this post as a catch all if you wish to RP about time travel and sciencing or talking to people about time travel and sciencing.

Something is happening!

And at first, who could possibly say what, with the research workrooms kept closed? But the sounds of other voices muffled on the other side can be picked up at just about any hour. Eventually, this becomes more erratic, but only because there is the sound of metal grinding, clanking, and quiet conversation drifting and pattering up through the lyrium-glowing stone passageways that funnel down into the basement of the Gallows.

Eventually, an announcement is made, and the cause for at least four of the Research division being utterly consumed by work becomes apparent. Do feel free to stop by, whether to register your disapproval, make sure they are eating, or to lavish upon them your tearful gratitude, but don't expect to stay too long regardless.

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[portalling]

“My hope,” Stephen says, “is that I might have some applicable experience which could translate well for this. Back home, my magic came from tapping into multiversal energies — siphoning from the ambient power in the cracks between worlds — so perhaps siphoning from the Veil is similar enough in theory. That’s what I’m banking on, at least.”

He doesn’t carry a staff, which sets him apart from the local mages; but a lot of the mechanics are the same, his own natural magic having been hammered into a different shape when he came here to Thedas. So he squares up, eyes Tsenka — wondering what she’s about to illustrate — and reaches out. Takes her hand in both of his, fingers cinched around palm and wrist, and tries to pull.