Matt Jamison - OC - Milliways or a reasonable facsimile thereof

[mm_merky]

You'd think, what with all the amazing people and all the amazing sex and all the amazing opportunities in Matt's life right now, that he'd be able to avoid wrecking it by picking fights with powerful sorcerers and subsequently getting his spirit friends prohibited from talking to himBut if you thought that, you clearly do not know Matt Jamison

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[leftistbeanpole]

Oh look, it is a scruffy doctor with a giant book under his arm.

Jordie's slid into the seat opposite. The book makes a resounding thunk on the table. "This is heavy," he says by way of greeting, "so I'm gonna sit down for a minute. But then I'll go away."

He also has a lowball of something amber. It does not make such a loud thunk as the book.

[tantric_slacker]

"Feel free to not go away, too," Matt says in a mutter that registers neither surprise nor-- frankly-- all that much by way of recognition.

But after a moment, he can't help peering.

"... What's the heavy book?"

[leftistbeanpole]

He shoves it across in a manner that does not imperil the Thai iced tea.

"The person I am trying to sleep with," Jordie says with great dignity, "has told me that it is not an option until I finish this book and we discuss it. I do not know what the fuck is the damage there, but I don't have anything better to do."

[tantric_slacker]

The Autobiography of MARK TWAIN, Matt mouths, blinking.

He grins.

"The options that immediately spring to mind are trying to put you off, historical fixation rooted in childhood trauma, might require you to wear a powdered wig later on, or: awesome."

[leftistbeanpole]

"My money's on the latter," Jordie says, "because I avoid having sex with the non-awesome, but I'm not saying I'd mind the wig thing, either." He picks up his glass.

[tantric_slacker]

"Today's a learning day," Matt observes, and can't keep his tone un-broody.

"I can tell."

[leftistbeanpole]

"Oh yeah?" He swirls the contents of his glass. "Do tell."

[tantric_slacker]

"Well," Matt says cheerfully, picking up his spoon but not actually going for the sticky rice.

"Last night, I learned that trying to make powerful sorcerers confront the moral incongruity of keeping spirit servants goes poorly for every person involved."

He drops the spoon again.

"Learning about you and wigs is better."

[leftistbeanpole]

"...oh, wait, you're trying to imply that she has a Mark Twain kink, aren't you. I just thought you had a tenuous grasp on history."

Beat.

"So how'd it go poorly for the powerful sorcerer? Because... powerful sorcerer."

[tantric_slacker]

"Both of those things are true," Matt concedes, of the Twain.

"And on the powerful sorcerer's end, I guess he mostly just got annoyed and had his preexisting paranoia nurtured a little bit."

[leftistbeanpole]

"So he got his widdle feelings hurt?" Jordie drinks.

[tantric_slacker]

Matt looks extremely dry.

"Very much so."

[leftistbeanpole]

Jordie looks impressed. "And you didn't get turned into something scaly?"

[tantric_slacker]

"Not yet."

This, as before, is rather stolidly cheerful.

"To be fair, most of what I know of his power is by reputation." Though he feels like he got a decent sense when they met by the lake. "Mmmost of it. Anyway, um, either he will be angry enough to come and turn me into something scaly later, or he'll try and I'll stop him, or he'll ... sort of give me a bye."

[leftistbeanpole]

"Aim for the kneecaps," Jordie advises. "So who else was involved? -- because if it's the person I'm trying to sleep with, fuck this." He taps the book.

[tantric_slacker]

Matt laughs, though in a that's-ironic-funny rather than a funny-haha kind of way.

"Unless you're trying to sleep with a very prickly spiritual entity, I'd say you're safe."

But he frowns.

"Its ... her name is Ariel. She's my friend, and she has every right to be incredibly steamed at me right now."