tushanshu | video; backdated to during the yard sard

[Deon looks characteristically excited...but even more so than usual. And he's talking...a little faster...than usual.]

Okay, so I know about the jar of endless coffee beans in the Hotel, right? That thing is a godsend, it really is, but it's just not enough, you know? Well, I found something, during the yard sale, and I'd really really appreciate it if someone could help me set up something similar. It can be done, right? Course it can, there's an endless jar of coffee beans, this is a lot easier, or should be anyway.

[He holds an open can of Red Bull up to the camera. And the way he's holding it? It looks empty.

Take someone away from their fix for a couple months, and give it back, and don't be surprised when the reaction is a little stronger than usual.]

I found a whole case of Red Bull, and I'd like to know if anyone can make it so that it doesn't run out. Violates every law of physics I know, but the coffee jar proves it can be done, and I know there's people who can do all sorts of magic here, so how about it?

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Yes, that's right! I've been going a little mad without anything to code for here.

Aren't there technology companies here, though?

[He vaguely remembers being told this at some point.]

There are, but it's not like what I'm used to back home. They have me working on the tram line.

Oh. Yes, I... I see how that might not really do it for you. Bit like putting your surgeons to work as brick-layers, isn't it?

[Deon grins ruefully.] I suppose, but I'm not complaining. Work is work, after all. [And at least he's not really a bricklayer. Yikes. He'd probably be okay at it, but he'd be constantly distracted by his own thoughts.]

I suppose it is. I'd offer to trade but I can almost guarantee it would lead to some sort of city-wide mass transit emergency, and let's face it, no one wants that.

And as for your original question, I don't know of any magic in my own world that can replicate chemicals like that. Best I could do for you would be to water it down--or pull the water out of it. Neither of which sounds particularly helpful, I imagine.

Hm, yeah, that's not what I'm looking for.

What's the magic from your world like? Mine doesn't have any, and it's fascinating to learn about...

Not even for the chance to start a thrilling new career in cleaning? [He chuckles]

Ah, well--I'd hate to double up on what someone else may have told you already, there are a handful of us from my world here. Have you spoken to an impossibly beautiful woman, a particularly terrifying man, an annoying necromancer or a walking skeleton at all?

Never met a walking skeleton, but-- [and here he grins. "Impossibly beautiful woman"? Only one person that could be.] You're from the same world as China?

[Yeah, Erskine. He's met China. He thinks she's the bee's knees.]

[Of course. The one he recognizes would be China.

He looks... less than enthused.]

That I am. Did she explain anything, or did you spend the whole time groveling at her feet?

[Aw, c'mon. His face falls a little at that.] I didn't grovel, she helped me out. She's been teaching me about sigils.

[Ravel looks simultaneously impressed that someone wasn't groveling at China's feet, and completely taken aback.]

She's teaching you sigils? What, do you have blackmail material on her?

[Deon, meanwhile, is completely nonplussed, given that he doesn't know about China's...China-ness.]

No? I asked her nicely.

...right.

You're at least paying her somehow, I hope?

[If Deon were a troll, he'd lie and say 'no', if only to watch this guy's head explode. As it is - be happy he's honest, Erskine.]

Of course. She just wants to know what's going on in the Hotel.

[Ravel's face instantly goes cold.]

You're spying for her.

What? I wouldn't put it like that.

[The request had been innocuous enough, after all.] It's just, you know, friendly gossip.

There is nothing friendly about China Sorrows. In our world she kept a network of spies and informants. Bought and sold information. If you think she's your friend it's only because it suits her to let you think it.

I strongly suggest you leave the Hotel out of your dealings with her from now on.

[There's a thinly veiled or else hanging there.]

...oh.

[That can't be! China wouldn't lie to him, would she?]

I'll, uh...yes. Okay.

[...well. Okay then.

His mood doesn't instantly snap around 180 degrees, but he's certainly aware of how he's just come across to this poor fellow. Not that he doesn't feel it was necessary (we're talking about China here) but he generally doesn't go out of his way to try to be a dick.]

Right. Well. Where were we then... magic, wasn't it?

Yes, uh, the magic. Is it all sigils, or is there something else to it?

[Deon is only too happy to change the subject.]

No, it's not all sigils. We've got sorcerers, witches, warlocks... we all use a different kind of magic. Sorcerers--that's myself and China--fall into either the Adept or Elemental disciplines. China's an Adept, I'm an Elemental.

Adepts can do all sorts of things. Throw energy. Break bones with a touch. Twist your mind to convince you what they're saying is true. Elementals manipulate the four elements.

Sigils can be used by anyone, if you've got the know-how to do it. Both Anton and China know a hell of a lot more about sigils than I do, for instance.

What's the difference between sorcerers, witches, and warlocks? Do they all perform their magic in a distinct way?

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