The Negative Space

[littlesummers]

Who: Dawn and whoever stumbles across her
When: Early Afternoon
Where: The Art Studio
What: Dawn discovers the art studio

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[littlesummers]

"I was just saying," Dawn said lifting her hands up in a show peace. "So that if he ever changes his mind and wants his room back, you wouldn't have to go back to bunking with Donna."

[blacks_lackey]

"I doubt that'll be an issue," he replied.

[littlesummers]

"Okay, whatever," Dawn replied in that tone perfected by teenage girls the world over, before turning all her attention back to her drawing for awhile.

[blacks_lackey]

Turlough shrugged himself and his clay started to take shape. Yes, he was recreating the crystal that the Black Guardian had given him.

Sorry it took so long!

[littlesummers]

Dawn kept working on her drawing until the silence started to get to her. "So what are you making?" she asked again now that he was actively making something, peering around the side of her easel.

[blacks_lackey]

"Oh, the shape of a crystal," he replied, somewhat selfconsciously. "It's just something that popped into my head, that's all."

[littlesummers]

"Oh, what kind of crystal?" she asked curiously. "My sister's watcher owns a Magic shop, and he sells all kinds. I help out there sometimes," she mentioned, it always making her feel very grown up when Giles would pay her to dust the whole store for a couple of hours.

[blacks_lackey]

"I don't believe in magic," he replied. "It's just a crystal I once had, that's all."

[littlesummers]

"You don't?" Dawn asked dubiously, magic had been such a part of her life for so long. Her very existance was a product of magic. Even for people who didn't know about magic before coming to the hotel, she would have thought that this place would have made everyone believers.

[blacks_lackey]

"It's simply highly advanced technology," he replied. "The crystal wasn't of Earth origin, it was given to me by the Black Guardian. He used it to communicate with me." Amongst other things, but he'd rather forget about that.

[littlesummers]

"Okay so that crystal wasn't magic, but what about magic in general?" she asked, glossing over the other information but filing it away for future reference. "Do you believe in that?"

[blacks_lackey]

"No, Dawn," he replied. "Just a highly evolved science. Simply because it cannot be readily explained doesn't mean it's magic."

[littlesummers]

"So when my friends say a couple words in Latin and set things on fire or make them float, or when everyone turns into their Halloween costumes because a warlock worships Chaos, or some monks do some chanting and create a person out of a ball of green energy and insert them seamlessly into the lives of everyone they have ever come in contact with, thats just science?" she asked her voice raising in pitch.

[blacks_lackey]

"Yes, it is," he replied, either missing or ignoring her change in pitch. "Using words is no different than using mathematical sympbols. You'd be amazed to see what happens with the correct trigonometric function."

[littlesummers]

"Well then maybe your highly evolved science is actually magic, since magic predates the scientific method," she countered. "Just because something is magic doesn't mean its unexplainable. It's magic."

[blacks_lackey]

"It's rather the other way around," he replied. "Just because cavemen know rubbing two pieces of wood together creates fire doesn't mean there's a god in there creating it, which somehow becomes extinct just because you know it's friction."