I. Arrival; [ There are stranger things that could happen, sure, but that doesn't mean that this isn't a whole hell of a lot to process. It doesn't help that waking up here means Quentin's been pulled out of saving all of Magic, and while Quentin seems calmer than he is inside, he's pretty fucking tired of fate jerking them around and fucking them over.
He pushes his hair out of his face, sighing heavily, trying to let his worries out along with his exhale. It doesn't work, and so he makes himself head over to the nearest person, mind spinning as he tries to process all of the new information he'd literally just been given. ]
Hey--the nearest inn, or pub, or anywhere with alcohol, do you know where that would even be?
[ He's going to be crushed when he finds out there's no alcohol. ]
II. Choosing a God; [ You know what's A Lot? Trying to choose a God when you've definitely killed one yourself and dicked over Magicians as a whole in the process. Quentin isn't even sure he wants to be tied with Gods (bad things happen with that sort of thing), but that doesn't mean he's not going to do his research. He's quick to ask the first person that he sees in his peripheral vision. ]
Which one is Non--sorry, Honir?
[ He could ask the Gods themselves, sure, but that would defeat the fact that he's writing down a literal list of pros and cons for each one, cross-legged on the floor. He's no straight A student like Alice Quinn, but that doesn't stop him from being a giant nerd. ]
Quentin Coldwater | The Magicians
[ There are stranger things that could happen, sure, but that doesn't mean that this isn't a whole hell of a lot to process. It doesn't help that waking up here means Quentin's been pulled out of saving all of Magic, and while Quentin seems calmer than he is inside, he's pretty fucking tired of fate jerking them around and fucking them over.
He pushes his hair out of his face, sighing heavily, trying to let his worries out along with his exhale. It doesn't work, and so he makes himself head over to the nearest person, mind spinning as he tries to process all of the new information he'd literally just been given. ]
Hey--the nearest inn, or pub, or anywhere with alcohol, do you know where that would even be?
[ He's going to be crushed when he finds out there's no alcohol. ]
II. Choosing a God;
[ You know what's A Lot? Trying to choose a God when you've definitely killed one yourself and dicked over Magicians as a whole in the process. Quentin isn't even sure he wants to be tied with Gods (bad things happen with that sort of thing), but that doesn't mean he's not going to do his research. He's quick to ask the first person that he sees in his peripheral vision. ]
Which one is Non--sorry, Honir?
[ He could ask the Gods themselves, sure, but that would defeat the fact that he's writing down a literal list of pros and cons for each one, cross-legged on the floor. He's no straight A student like Alice Quinn, but that doesn't stop him from being a giant nerd. ]