( office hours & overflow )

[sorserer]

❥ stephen strange has office hours. these are hours during which people can come by his house in the up, the abattoir a magically expanded but still very cramped closet-now-office in the triple m apothecary for a nice cup of tea and some advice or direct support on magical endeavors. come thru
❥ this is an informal, word-of-mouth service. stephen appreciates some manner of compensation but will neither mention nor require it
❥ oocly, this is a mechanism for random non-phone threads. you don’t actually have to have a magic question. you can just come by and annoy the shit out of him
❥ just like the ic inbox i reserve the right to cram random shit in here

Comments

[sorserer]

Your drone hasn’t been here for fifteen minutes. If I have to check my home for surveillance devices I’m not going to be pleased.

[ there’s a note of real warning in that dry tone. he does make the vee, though. also his pen picks itself up of its own accord and goes ahead and fills in tungsten on the crossword. like on the business card, his handwriting is nice albeit a little prescription pad. ]

[ingeniar]

All right, just.. hold it there..

[ The drone moves down a bit and drifts closer. Is it lining itself up so Tony can grab a few screenshots of Stephen giving a peace sign? Definitely. Will Stephen shortly receive said photos sent to his phone? Also yes. ]

Okay, that's great. Cool. You can take it off now. Give it to the drone.

[ "Ringo" releases a couple of small arms, tipped with tiny pincers. It holds them out rather like a child asking for a sweet. ]

[sorserer]

[ stephen takes the glove off and hands it over. ]

If you insist on continuing your work on this with my participation, schedule in advance. Downtime or no downtime, I don’t like personal issues interceding on office time. And I would consider my disability a personal issue.

[ and then, absently, the items that the drone scattered beginning to pick themselves up off the floor, the paperweight rising and reassembling itself: ]

Thank you.

[ingeniar]

[ The drone dutifully gathers the glove in close, tucking it underneath as it floats backwards. If there's a significance to being given such a concession from such a private man, Tony doesn't recognise it. He's too busy crunching numbers. ]

Duly noted.

[ The drone dips in the air as if giving a bow, then sidles and whirrs towards the window. ]

Thanks for your help, Doc.

[ And it's gone. ]