[ Matt frowns at the message. He rereads it a few times, the four words plinking like piano keys on a baby grand.
Just.
Running.
Some.
Tests.
He's tried a few spells since he got here, of course. His room is lousy with flowers and leaves. But he's seen no evidence that anybody else here practices, and therefore standard rules apply: Trust no one, tell no one.
Portals could be a joke, they're not real. This whole thing could be a joke. ]
I'm in.
Where? And do I have to source my own wedding dress?
no subject
Just.
Running.
Some.
Tests.
He's tried a few spells since he got here, of course. His room is lousy with flowers and leaves. But he's seen no evidence that anybody else here practices, and therefore standard rules apply: Trust no one, tell no one.
Portals could be a joke, they're not real. This whole thing could be a joke. ]
I'm in.
Where? And do I have to source my own wedding dress?