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[boilover]

Right, here's the thing - I need a nerd. A geek. A smart guy. Or girl, whatever. I ain't overly picky.

[He shrugs his shoulders, casual as anything, taking a long sip of his beer. Sara may have told him this was not the best method to catch himself a genius but given the chance of there being some hanging around this joint, he thinks it's the perfect way. When in doubt, post an ad.]

This guy I know got brainwashed into being the king of dicks and I'm getting kind of sick of his shit so I need someone who'd be able to do some sci-fi sciencey stuff on his head. I have a vague idea how to do it but I just can't remember the details. [He's pretty much forgotten how they originally did it back home but he can unhelpfully offer vague information and a beer while you work. A+ service.]

All the 'smart' ones I know are annoyingly the biggest idiots around, I'm looking for someone less inclined to be stupid as hell. Help me out and maybe I'll help you out. Though my skills are limited to burning and breaking stuff.

[At least he knows his strengths? If you want a bonfire, ka-ching.]

I know a good looking chick if that sweetens the deal. Ain't saying she's gonna touch you but you can admire from afar. Really far. I also know some easy dudes if that's your thing. [Hey, whatever fixes this mess.]

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[shrinkage]

[ even if freya were to make her request while ray was fast asleep in dreamland, the prospect of clearing his mind would be a tall order. but his hand folds easily into hers -- eagerly, even.

he tries, though. tries not to think about how desperate he is for her help. about how helpless he feels in needing help at all. his excitement at experiencing real magic not wielded by wonderland is almost energized by the fact that she's allegedly channeling the dwarf star.

he tries, really! he thinks of the things he does know of new orleans-- a caricature, really. the tourist's view of a city rich in culture and history. ]

I'm not really great at that. [ he whispers the words as if it'll help keep him from disrupting the spell. ] Relaxing, I mean.

[deathlessness]

I can imagine. Don't worry, you won't need to relax for long.

[She then begins to chant under her breath, focusing on the energy of the dwarf star alloy and drawing it into herself, and using it to project one of the strongest memories she has - the party her siblings threw that Christmas.

She doesn't focus on the events so much as the attire and the setting, putting herself in her party dress from that evening, and drumming up something for Ray to wear that's appropriate.]

There. New Orleans, 1914.

[shrinkage]

[ the feeling certainly takes. ray turns to take in their sudden new surrounding-- and it's more than a little disorienting. new sights and sounds, and it even smells different. food, and perfume, and smoke.

and hey look he's dapper af. ]

This must be what a holodeck feels like... there's even music. [ hang on: ] How are we here? Is this some kind of illusion magic?

[deathlessness]

Partially. But it's more of a memory spell.

[Mostly because it is pulled completely from her memory and she's recreating it around them.]

Normally, it's not this dramatic, but this alloy is quite powerful. Which means I get to show off a little more.

[shrinkage]

It's one of the densest metals in my world...

[ he can't help but 'teach' while he turns in place, taking in the experience. ]

This is incredible. I had no idea that magic could use a battery in the same way technology does. Though, I suppose I should have, given all the Core talk in Wonderland. [ but, hrm. ] Is this your memory?

[deathlessness]

[She nods.]

My siblings threw this Christmas party in 1914. It was one of the last things I did in the twentieth century.

[shrinkage]

[ the memory is suddenly not at all interesting. ray turns to face freya, brow tucked into a curious furrow. ]

I didn't know you were from the turn of the century.

[deathlessness]

I'm not.

[She pauses for a moment before smirking a bit.]

At least not the turn of this century.

[shrinkage]

[ his eyebrows simply raise, and ray nods slow and understanding. ]

That...shouldn't be surprising. [ and yet he sounds so very surprised. ] I want you to know I'm trying very hard not to ask the question I shouldn't be asking right now.

[ it actually sort of looks like it's hurting him actually. ]

[deathlessness]

[She laughs a bit at that, before shaking her head.]

Ask me whatever you like. I'm fairly certain the answer isn't what you think.

[shrinkage]

If you aren't from the turn of the century-- when are you from?

[ he counts himself a time traveler, like, third? but it still burns in him to collect all of these antique friends... ]

[deathlessness]

Technically I was brought to Wonderland, it was 2014.

[For starters.]

But I was born around the end of the first millennium.

[shrinkage]

[ still wide, ray's eyes blink rapidfire. he smirks, and he cannot help his stupid self: ]

Well, hey! You don't look a day over five-hundred.

[ raymond pls. ]

[deathlessness]

[She laughs.]

I've got good genes.

[It's a joke, but it's also true, so there's that.]

And there was an immortality spell involved.