this is all so crazy

[alethiometry]

Who: Lyra (and Pan) and Jack
Where: LAX and environs
When: approximately yesterday
What: Lyra arrives in Los Angeles and needs assistance
Warnings: blatant mooching


[on the plane, lyra used tarot to divine the phone number of the sorcerer supreme. now she sits cross-legged in a chair at baggage claim, ready to call it. pantalaimon sulks in a cat carrier on the seat next to her.]

[pan:] Don't forget the country code.

[lyra:] I won't, don't you worry.

[she tosses her hair and dials, waits for him to pick up.]

'Scuse me, Mr. Sorcerer Supreme? This is Lyra Silvertongue, from England.

Comments

[magicgasm]

[He's in the middle of some intense magical shit when his hand vibrates. He contemplates it for a moment.]

Hold that thought, Tomie. I gotta get this.

[He holds his fingers to his face in a phone-like position.]

Oh, hey Lyra! How's it going?

[alethiometry]

[lyra smiles into her phone and absently sticks her finger into pan's cat carrier to pet his nose.]

I'm real tired, I just got off the plane to your city. I'm sorry to bother you but the cards and everything say I got to be here but I don't know of any place to stay.

[magicgasm]

Oh, huh. So you're just looking for crash space, then?

[The nice thing about the Enclave is that no one ever questions a person needing to be somewhere due to premonitions or omens.]

I can work something out, no problem. [Though he pauses curiously.] ...did the cards say anything more specific than that? I've kind of got a few irons on the fire right now so...you know. Could be good to know.

[alethiometry]

[she frowns and tucks a piece of hair behind her ears.]

That's the thing, is they say there's something interfering with the Dust and the forces, and I got to be here if I want to help stop it.

[magicgasm]

[A pause.]

Sorry, but what's the Dust again? Dealing with too many mythos lately.

[alethiometry]

Oh no, I only call it that because the witches said, from the other universe--I think you call it dark matter, or dark energy, it's the same really, 'cos of relativity. It's what keeps everything together and lets you do magic--it's just the part of the universe that talks to you, when you ask. They say it looks like glitter dust when you can observe it, like quarks.

[she pauses.]

I bet it's the same as the stuff you look at. Like, it makes it up. Like waves or atoms, but for magic stuff.

[magicgasm]

Oh right, okay, so that's some pretty primal stuff you're talking about. Things have been pretty screwy around here recently, so I think your cards are probably on to something.

Did you hear anything about the sinkholes before coming over?

[alethiometry]

Yeah.

[she yawns.]

Only that there was some, in the desert and museums, and that they were to do with everything. There was some kind of new life, like seeds? I can ask more later but I need a table.

[magicgasm]

Yeah, like alien eggs or something. I still have one of them in my house actually. I haven't figured out anything about the guy even weeks later, except maybe that he has no appreciation for Cheetos.

Hey, look, I can explain more later, but you sound like you need a place to crash. I'll have to make a couple calls.

[alethiometry]

[lyra nods into the phone, then remembers he can't see her nodding into the phone, and feels a bit silly.]

Thank you, Sorcerer Supreme! I promise I'll help you with your mysteries.