Magic Shop Talk
Characters: Zatanna, Harry Dresden(?), and any other magic or local types who may want to show up.
Time: Afternoon, back-or-forward dated to some time when things are somewhat stable and non-apocolyptic.
Location: Zee's place (which I am going to say is an apartment of some sort)
Content: The thread I've been meaning to do for a while, Zatanna comparing magic notes with people in the know about how it works here.
Format: Prose
Warnings: Probably not needed.
She'd sent out a quick message to people she'd spoken to on the Network, with directions to the place she'd moved herself into, and an offer of tea and good company in exchange for a run down on all things magic and mystical.
Considering the short time she'd been living here, she'd managed to make things... a little homey. What would normally be a dining area had been cleared out nearly entirely, with a collection of wooden trunks and shelves making up a workspace that was slowly filling with things she was making into foci for magic- things she'd never really needed before, and was still working on through trial-and-error. There were binders, full of notes and drawings from memory, taking the place of the old dusty tomes she'd had back home.
The kitchen was getting full of herbs and all manner of kitchen-witchery, much of which also made excellent tea ingredients, which was currently the only thing bubbling or brewing in there, filling the small apartment with a spicy-sweet aroma.
The only room really suited to any form of entertaining of guests was the living room. Even that, she'd had to tidy up somewhat, piling all the notes and half-finished sketches under a big crystal paperweight to keep them in one place.
As a joke, she'd hung a sign outside her door that read "Little Shadowcrest." Little indeed. For a woman used to living in a family estate that wasn't entirely limited to one location of plane of existence, she was adjusting pretty well. Now, to see if anyone actually showed up...
Time: Afternoon, back-or-forward dated to some time when things are somewhat stable and non-apocolyptic.
Location: Zee's place (which I am going to say is an apartment of some sort)
Content: The thread I've been meaning to do for a while, Zatanna comparing magic notes with people in the know about how it works here.
Format: Prose
Warnings: Probably not needed.
She'd sent out a quick message to people she'd spoken to on the Network, with directions to the place she'd moved herself into, and an offer of tea and good company in exchange for a run down on all things magic and mystical.
Considering the short time she'd been living here, she'd managed to make things... a little homey. What would normally be a dining area had been cleared out nearly entirely, with a collection of wooden trunks and shelves making up a workspace that was slowly filling with things she was making into foci for magic- things she'd never really needed before, and was still working on through trial-and-error. There were binders, full of notes and drawings from memory, taking the place of the old dusty tomes she'd had back home.
The kitchen was getting full of herbs and all manner of kitchen-witchery, much of which also made excellent tea ingredients, which was currently the only thing bubbling or brewing in there, filling the small apartment with a spicy-sweet aroma.
The only room really suited to any form of entertaining of guests was the living room. Even that, she'd had to tidy up somewhat, piling all the notes and half-finished sketches under a big crystal paperweight to keep them in one place.
As a joke, she'd hung a sign outside her door that read "Little Shadowcrest." Little indeed. For a woman used to living in a family estate that wasn't entirely limited to one location of plane of existence, she was adjusting pretty well. Now, to see if anyone actually showed up...