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[hexappeal]

WHO: A bunch of magic lamers.
WHERE: Dunwich, Massachusetts.
WHEN: Friday, September 2nd through Sunday, September 4th.
WARNINGS: TBA. There's bound to be something.
SUMMARY: Herp derp.
FORMAT: Whatever you feel like!


Let's get it on.

■ Friday, September 2nd.
■ Saturday, September 3rd.
■ Sunday, September 4th.

Comments

[onewrongword]

If you insist. More for me, then.

[He didn't think he'd bring her on easily; just need to plant seeds to keep her mind at ease-- or as much as ease Bella is ever with him -- that he is busy with the Dark Lord's work, always.]

Perhaps I can accompany you today? We can amuse ourselves with ... the display of... [He gestures idly] all this.

[curses]

[As wary as she is of him, she does believe that he isn't scheming against her, at least for now.]

[There is a beat before she nods. He is better company than most, as unfortunate as that fact is.] Honestly, this isn't so much a magic convention as a gross over-appreciation of it. But as you said, it will be amusing, at least.

[onewrongword]

[Which is exactly what he wants her to think, since he totally is. Mission accomplished!]

They're children. Think of it as-- conditioning to accept wizards as their ultimate and rightful masters?

[He remembers that hideous Magic is Might sculpture and allt hat it meant.]

[curses]

[So much hate!!]

Well, they certainly look like they're on the way there. [A beat as she looks around.] So, where should we begin amusing ourselves?