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[inmyothertights]

WHO: Billy "but I'm a demiurge" Kaplan, Jonathan "this is not tea" Strange, and Joseph "I'm a top, I swear" Kavinsky
WHERE: Billy's magic shop (and tea room)
WHEN: As soon as Billy got enough cocaine to do this
WHAT: Summoning one Joey K, using the power of love and also cocaine and whipped cream flavored vodka
WARNINGS: Kavinsky.

[So, technically, there is no book learning to make this possible. There is no book to tell you how to summon another person (eldritch horrors from a parallel world, sure, but another human being? No. How is that even possible?) so Billy's been, as the kids say, winging it.

Luckily he has help. Also, a gram of cocaine, which makes him deeply uncomfortable, but it's on a mirror surrounded by dollar bills, next to a bottle of whipped cream flavored vodka, and also, Billy is there - he's not so egotistical to think that Kavinsky wants him (outside of the challenge) but well, a young, lithe boy, and they needed three things, so.

Desperate times, folks. Billy has his phone out.]

If I instagram this, I'm pretty sure I'll get arrested.

[Oh, also Jonathan Strange. He's there, too. When he got there Billy put a book in his hand with a "how to summon" spell in there that they're adapting. On the fly. They're professionals.]

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[kingsroads]

[ When they arrived there, Billy shoved the book in Strange's hand and then Strange just straight up left to find a candle while Billy was getting everything set up. Look, at least in his world when you summon a faerie, you use a candle, just ignore the part where Strange hasn't actually summoned any faeries yet (except he has, long story), but that's just how things were done back in England. Maybe if they smush together Billy's 'lookit me summoning an eldritch horror' spell with Strange's 'lookit me summoning a faerie' knowledge then they might be able to summon a human.

Maybe. Who knows.

Still, Strange is fricken pumped. He's doing magic! He's doing summoning magic and if this works, he can take what they did and tweak it a little bit and try it himself, either here or back home. Considering that most of Strange's magic is 'taking what someone else did and adding a bit of his own flourishes', he's totally fine with this absolutely janky spell and generally seems to be in a much better mood than Billy is. ]

Try not to let that happen. I've already escaped from jail in one world, I'd hate to have to do it again in another.

[ It's said in such a light tone that it's not entirely sure whether Strange is serious or joking about jailbreaks.

also ha ha what the fuck is instagram. ]

Shall we begin?

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I probably shouldn't ask why.

[He figures, hey, he's a jailbird, too, technically. If one considers a prisoner for superpowered people jail. Which, you know, he does.

Billy adjusts one of the lines on the ground, the ones that Billy did in ribbon, so it's straight, and he sits in the middle of a pentacle that probably should summon something more evil than Kavinsky (yes, things like that do exist) and reaches for the candle.]

Okay, so. I'll provide the raw power, do you think you can shape it?

[Because Billy also has to go tugging for Kavinsky's soul. This is a multi-step process.]

[kingsroads]

I believe so. At least, I can certainly try,

[ said with a nod. Because even though Strange is more for big flashy ridiculous magic, something like shaping magic should be easily doable. Just take what's already there, force it into a way that can help. He can totally do this (god how he hopes he can do this, just force the spell into something like his summoning spells but for humans, he's got this, just keep telling yourself that).

Strange sets the book on a nearby table because if something goes weird, he doesn't want the poor book to get blown up or singed for it. His posture is total confidence: let's do this thing. ]

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[Well, big flashy magic is practically Billy Kaplan's MO, so he closes his eyes and the levitation starts - of everything in his pentacle, including himself. His hands reach out and his eyes glow blue.

Billy Kaplan doesn't do subtle, it seems. He opens his mouth.]

Come out come out whereever you are-

[Because creepy is good. Creepy works.

There's a lot of power being raised, and Billy starts to pump it in Strange's direction as he starts reaching for Kavinsky's soul, tempting it with treats.

Treats like cocaine. And Billy.]

[kingsroads]

[ As Billy pumps the power towards him, Strange closes his eyes, shaping the power into a spell, forcing the magic into a way to best help summon Kavinsky and best help get things in order. He mutters the spell under his breath, the spell of summoning as he almost instinctively sticks his hand out towards the candle, grasping for something familiar.

This should work. He can feel the magic around him, feel the sheer strength of Billy's magic (and Strange has a dawning horror that Billy's actually more powerful than he is) as he wraps it around the summoning spell he's casting ]

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[He keeps looking but Kavinsky - if he's aware of it or not - isn't taking the bait. Billy stares out into the world, the spell wrapping around him like a vise, and yet, he still can't find him, he still isn't pulling him.

This is going to take more bait. Stubborn dickbag.]

Uh, okay, here-

[He slips his shirt over his head. Come on, you lecherous asshole. Here is a lithe young man.]

[kingsroads]

[ Strange tentatively opens his eyes as he hears Billy's voice and oh god why is Billy stripping, is stripping part of the magic? Strange just looks like a deer in headlights for a moment because what. And...well...he's not going to take off his shirt himself because what the hell is this (and also because Strange is wearing like three layers, it would be hard to get to the shirt to begin with) but he'll at least undo his cravat and undo the top button of his shirt, more out of solidarity than any actual attempt to take off his clothes.

scandalous ]

Is taking off your shirt a normal part of the summoning or is this just a special occasion?

[ because he's real fucking confused either way ]

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He's not taking the bait, so I have to make it more attractive.

[He looks over - down - at Strange.]

I mean, you can keep your shirt on, no problem.

[But seriously Kavinsky, come on, if he has to take his pants off in front of a Regency ancestor of the Sorcerer Supreme (better safely assumed and proven wrong later) then he'll be really fucking peeved.]

[kingsroads]

Oh thank God, [ Strange says, a bit too fast. He's not making any effort to retie his cravat or rebutton his shirt, but then again he's not making any effort to take more clothes off. Nope, we're going to stay pretty darn dressed, thank you very much! ]

Shall we try the spell again?

[inmyothertights]

Yes, okay.

[Billy is on the floor again, somehow, and he's staring at the line of coke sitting on the mirror. The mirror is the thing here: reflective surfaces make this easier.

And then the blue glow starts up again.]

Why don't you come up and see me sometime-

[Said in the most awkward tone conceived by man. Out he goes again, to lure Kavinsky's soul in. Cocaine. Vodka. Billy's lithe and shirtless body. Come on.]

[kingsroads]

[ Oh God this is awful, this is so awkward, why did he get dragged into flirty magic of all things. Strange is just trying his hardest to ignore the flirty magic as he resumes what he was doing before, shaping Billy's magic into the summoning spell that he's fixing his brain to and desperately trying to think about instead of the world's most awkward flirty magic.

He's not a prude but dammit, if kissing or feeling people up starts to happen when Kavinsky gets summoned, he's straight up leaving the room. ]

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[He makes a noise, but suddenly, there it is, slithering his way, the white bright tentacles of Kavinsky's soul, he sees it. It's not a yank that Billy does as must as it's a slither of power (and it only occurs to him that magic, that's a temptation, too) that he offers, like a reward.

Come here and get some magic.

There's a brilliant surge of light.]

Okay, okay, I think we got him-

[He hopes, he hopes, Jesus, Billy isn't even Christian but please, please.]

cw drugs (LET ME KNOW IF THIS IS NOT OKAAAY_

[pillz]

[and here is the part where kavinsky magical appears.

well not quite. close enough. the fact is, he drove over in a white mitsubishi-- he has one in every major import city. he had even stopped to do a line of coke along the way. it was a fairly normal afternoon for one joseph kavinsky, really, apart from the fact that he had a siren's call to billy's magic shop hauling on the edges of his soul, inexorable and strange, and strengthening inexplicably (unless you happen to be available to see billy taking his shirt off) (in which case it's not all that inexplicable at all) by the minute. he starts driving faster, and joseph kavinsky always drives too fast anyway. there is no part of him that questions his own actions, but joseph kavinsky is notoriously fucking awful with insight, period.

he pushes the door open. the little bell dings. he emerges into the light of candles and in the audience of two magicians.

he does not look like your classic magical supervillain. hollow-eyed and covered in tattoos, his hair in gelled spikes and a tanktop hugging his narrow frame. a silver chain winks around his neck. he stares at billy and his ... paraphernelia in the center of his circle for a moment, then cuts a sharp glance at jonathan strange.] Sup, [he says, doing an admirable job of concealing the sudden suspiciou in his heart.] Where's the rest of the orgy?