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INBOX text / audio / video / action [Stephen hasn't bothered to record a proper voicemail message, so enjoy the standard one. Because let's be real he has way too many Important Trashdoctor Things To Do to be worrying about which of you nerds know who's number they've phoned. You're smart, he has faith you can figure it out. Or something.] code credit

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[amelioraate]

Please tell me you will help contain the dual disaster that is monsters in the basement and Loki pitching a fit? Please? I am actually asking so nicely right now, facial hair bro.

[suckstobestrange]

Just another Monday. Can't promise anything where Loki's involved, but I'll see what I can do.

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[amelioraate]

Fuck, I can't--

[ It might be hard to hear over the pulsing music, but if you can hear his cursing, sorry. There is some the sound of movement, the music still loud and overpowering before it fades just a little and you can hear someone, Tony, breathing deeply.

He will deny his voice shaking.]

So there's powder and it's like Holi but so not because-- fuck, Stephen, I think-- it's neon and bright and I'm high and I didn't want-- fuck.

[ There is more shuffling, the sound of the music growing louder and then the sound of Tony's laughter, just this side of sane. ] Loki's covered in gold, and I can't think and it's awesome but can you not hate me tomorrow?

[ Does he make sense? Probably not. Sorry. That's all you're getting before the voicemail ends.]

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[ikols]

You wanna hang out and prod my magical music box? That's not a euphemism.

[suckstobestrange]

I would hope so, I know you're capable of better.

But I'd love to.

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[amelioraate]

really random question but can you make astral flowers that explode astral glitter into the physical world at all for me?

for like... tomorrow?

please?

[suckstobestrange]

Well I can, but the question now is what is this all for?

airborne magic;

[ikols]

[ Wherever Stephen is one afternoon, a ball of green light floats into the room, bursts, and forms the shimmering words: NYERRR WAT'S UP DOC? ]

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[suckstobestrange]

[Good thing the librarian didn't spot that, she gets on him for testing spells mid-research as it is.]

Well I suppose if there was one rabbit I could see you as it'd be Bugs.

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[wingedman]

You should go to the parade. Get out in the sunlight and the fresh air, all that.

[suckstobestrange]

It's not like I hide away from the outside world, I do get outside.

[He's got Wong to walk after all.]

oops now I'm just spamming your inbox

[wingedman]

Hey, is it okay if I stay at your place for a few days?

[suckstobestrange]

I don't see why not, it's not like I don't have the space.

Mice stage a coup or something?

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[potentialed]

You still need help with the sanctum?

[ Wow look at him doing something he never thought he'd do. ]

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[suckstobestrange]

My inclination to be an asshole to all and sundry says 'no fuck off', but common sense unfortunately counters that yes, I do.

[Ew, admitting that was gross why did you ask him that, how rude.]

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[metalmenace]

Stephen, what do you remember about the incursions?

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[suckstobestrange]

Enough.

[That was a Bad Time bro, excuse him if he's a bit cagey about it.]

...Why?

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[ikols]

Hey, Stevie. Steve-o. Supreme Ice Cream Delight.

How goes the renovations?

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[suckstobestrange]

Now that's an ice cream flavor I doubt'd catch on very quick.

Things are coming together pretty well. It'll take awhile for the place to get back to its usual self but that's no real surprise.

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[wingedman]

[Baby's first spell, as it turns out, is in the nature of protection. Which makes sense, because Sam's flipped through the spellbook Stephen gave him, and a lot of them are defensive spells. If you start messing with magic, he knows from the little Stephen's told him, you have to be ready to defend yourself with magic.

Or a battle-axe.

With a few muttered words and a gesture, a small rope of light coils around a table leg. It would take less energy to use a real rope, but this will, once he gets used to it, hold more than a material rope its size would - plus he won't have to carry one with him.

Sam gets tired of practicing on his table soon enough, and instead uses the ropes to bind Stephen's ankles to his chair. He holds the spell and doesn't say anything, looking completely innocent.]

[suckstobestrange]

[And to be fair, most of the spells can also be turned offensive if someone's clever with them- the spell he's working on mastering is really good for chucking things a normal person shouldn't be able to lift at all at someone else's head.

Or for beating a demon with another demon if one is really just that done with the situation.

But for now Stephen is just observing. Letting Sam work through the spell and the variations it takes to do things like adjust the length of the magical binding, or the shape of what it's wrapping around changing how he has to picture the bonds. More there just to offer advice if something goes wrong the first few times Sam goes through the new spells, give him a hand if necessary.

He feels the shift of tension around his ankles as his feet slide until his legs nudge against the chair legs at the same time he feels the magic, one brow lifting in wry amusement as he turns his gaze to Sam lips quirking on an amused grin.]

Having fun there?

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[wiccant]

Hey, Doctor Strange.
I've kind of been hanging out in the Sanctum Sanctorum which I'm pretty sure you already knew about
but I wanted to ask to make sure it's okay?

[suckstobestrange]

Well Billy, if it wasn't okay the wards would've pitched you on the pavement when you tried to come in.

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[wingedman]

[Sam somehow manages to hide that he's preparing for Stephen's birthday. You know, even while baking a cake (actually multiple cakes because you can't just bake one cake, the mice have to have a cake too so they don't eat the first cake Sam's entire life has turned into If You Give a Mouse a Cookie).

Come night, there's a cake on the table, along with a pizza (yes, he ordered out, but he knows Stephen loves pizza), and Sam goes to look for Stephen after warning the mice of Dire Repercussions if they lay a paw on the food.]

Hey, you should take one of your potions, I ordered a pizza for dinner.

[Look at how completely innocent he is.]

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[backwaterbelle]

[He may not have heard it, but she promised that she'd check in on the hopefully once-mangled doctor. While she's certain that the professionals (please ignore Stephen's evaluations of their abilities) handled his injuries properly, Rogue has a feeling that his pride still looked as though Colossus had drop kicked a watermelon.

Because things like this were normal in their universe, there's a knock not at the door to his room, but at the window. Have a smirking woman with wild hair floating outside the window. Sure the windows weren't supposed to open for security reasons, but she's confident that the likely bored and grumpy patient could figure out a way to assist her. Otherwise, she had no problem simply breaking through and leaving him with a mess to clean up.

Knock knock Strange. She came bearing the gifts of company, booze, and better still, opportunities to cast and perhaps alleviate some of his salty boredom.]

[suckstobestrange]

[At least he was looking somewhat less like the Hulk had used him as a punching bag. Still laid up, some complication between technology and magic making his treatment a bit slower, but progress was made.

Not that it was fast enough to satisfy the doctor, but then he wasn't in charge of the treatment so in his mind it wouldn't ever be right.

The knock draws his attention and he can't help the faint grin when he spies company waiting to be let in, easy enough with a wave of his hand and a slip of magic sliding the window up. Were they supposed to be locked? Too fucking bad, he'd decided otherwise and anyone saying word one about it would get a clipboard flung at them.]

Hello there, trouble.

[wingedman]

[At some point after Stephen comes home from the hospital, Sam lets himself into the Sanctum, a gangly young black lab on a harness trotting along with him. Hopefully, Stephen's in his bedroom resting (like he's supposed to be), but he's definitely not counting on it. But that's where he checks first anyway.]

[suckstobestrange]

[Nope he is absolutely not in the bedroom. Loki and his trickery with apples fixed things up so he is Totally Fine, so Sam will find him in the library instead because fuck resting at this point right?

Right.

Wong, trailing along behind him? Definitely noticed Sam and the new dog, ears perking as he let out an uncertain yip that caught Stephen's attention as well.]

Found a new friend there Sam?

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[buildsomething]

[Tony actually isn't all that sure what to expect of Strange, though it hasn't stopped him from heading to the bar to make himself comfortable. He doesn't know all that much about his own universe's version of the man, and what little Sam has said about this one hasn't exactly painted a clear picture.

Still, it's drinks. How hard can that be? Tony is perfectly capable of being sociable when he needs to. He just...hasn't bothered a whole lot lately.

And he does nod companionably enough when the man himself appears. Well, he did have a point about the facial hair. Good to know.]

Wasn't sure what you were drinking, so I didn't order for you. First round's on me, though. [It's usually a good way to make friends fast.]

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[wiccant]

My brother is here
The speedster one
Do you mind if he moves into my room?
He's a bit of an ass but not that bad

/Comes in two weeks late with starbucks

[suckstobestrange]

Nah, there's room for him. You don't have to share, I'm sure I could scare up a room near yours.

[Stephen remembers living with his brother and when they were young enough to share a room and he wanted to murder him like 22/6 at the very least.]

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[potentialed]

Old man
where are you?

[suckstobestrange]

Sanctum, back garden.
Something wrong?

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[wingedman]

[He'd promised Stephen an update later when the sorcerer had portalled himself and Tony to the hospital. Now Tony's unconscious again, and Sam's wearily dragging his ass back to the Sanctum, his head stuffed full of new trauma and the knowledge Tony shared with him of what had happened on his end of things. His heart aches, his eyes burn, and he doesn't know where to start. When he finds Stephen, he just buries his face in the crook of his neck for a few moments. Sam's usually better at coping than this, but you can't blame a guy for having a few issues with his own mortality.]

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[partiallysquirrelblood]

Hey, Doctor Strange. This is Squirrel Girl.

So, I know it's not exactly an option right now? But if you ever get the chance, Howard the Duck asked me to remind you that you still owe him 17 dollars. And that he'd really like the spell you put on his tail taken off.