I've got a suspicion, with no bloody way at the moment of testing it or fixing it even if it is true. But if I had to guess, I'd say the sun and the magic are right where we left 'em.
I don't think it's a science problem either, unless maybe it's Richards' kind of science. The man who built those transporters might be able to manage something. But either way, you and I are about as useless on this as feet on a fish.
Unless well-wishing can fix this. Bet we can manage plenty of happy vibes.
This Reed's track record of having things blow up in his face is worse than mine. I'm not going to hold my breath for him to save the day and make the sun come back.
No, exactly the opposite. We're fine. There's just no magic here for us to wield. The planet fell right out of the weave, and it's swinging by the strand attached to the Sanctum.
Which means there's something we can do. Might be worth seeing if he could use a hand.
I had a fifty-fifty chance and I think I like just being cut off more than the planet being hanging on by a thread that we only tied down a couple weeks back.
I'm already on my way to the Village. If the Sanctum's okay, Strange will be in the library. He's better equipped to handle this than I am.
I'm suddenly really, really glad that we did. Even if we had to pull in some gods to get the job done, it saved our asses.
I mean that I'll just---I'll make him take it, since the usual suspects aren't here to make that decision. Maybe I'm fit for it in my world, but this isn't my world.
I know wot you meant. As 'e hasn't stepped up to shoulder the mantle, I expect you'll have a fight on your hands giving it to him.
'S not your world, or his. Neither of you have the responsibility, but it does have enough to do to occupy anyone who wants to volunteer some time. You might think of it as community gardening.
We need to talk. The world's blown its lid.
[ a pause, like she wants to say something else. She doesn't, though. ]
Just call me back.
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It's fucked to heaven and back, all right. You got any juice? I seem to've gone dry. Along with everything else.
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I've got nothing---I'm wrung out. I can't touch or feel anything.
I'm losing my shit. This isn't straight-up end of the world, but it's bad. It's really bad.
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It's not just you or I or even powers. The ghosts are gone. It's as though all the life force's been stripped from the place.
I rather wonder whether it's our magic we've lost or if there's just no magic to use.
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I've got a suspicion, with no bloody way at the moment of testing it or fixing it even if it is true. But if I had to guess, I'd say the sun and the magic are right where we left 'em.
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That doesn't happen. Eternity doesn't say hey, I've given you guys enough sunlight and magic---I'm weaning you off.
And if it does, we're screwed. We can't fix this. The scientists are running in circles, but I don't think this is a science problem.
That's my theory.
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I don't think it's a science problem either, unless maybe it's Richards' kind of science. The man who built those transporters might be able to manage something. But either way, you and I are about as useless on this as feet on a fish.
Unless well-wishing can fix this. Bet we can manage plenty of happy vibes.
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[ she laughs, but it's shallow and strangled ]
Happy vibes? Really?
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[SO MUCH SARCASM, I am choking on it.]
[His voice will take on a bit more intensity.]
There might be something, though. Strange says the Sanctum's still working.
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[ there's a stretch of silence as she really soaks that in. ]
So the problem's not in the planet, it's in us. Awesome. Even better.
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Which means there's something we can do. Might be worth seeing if he could use a hand.
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I'm already on my way to the Village. If the Sanctum's okay, Strange will be in the library. He's better equipped to handle this than I am.
I should just make him take the title from me.
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Now that'd be something to sell tickets to.
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I mean that I'll just---I'll make him take it, since the usual suspects aren't here to make that decision. Maybe I'm fit for it in my world, but this isn't my world.
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'S not your world, or his. Neither of you have the responsibility, but it does have enough to do to occupy anyone who wants to volunteer some time. You might think of it as community gardening.
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