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[sorrowandsorrow]

Janet's been doing a lot of research. No, seriously -- a lot. She's a good magician, but she's not the best magician she knows. She was a good student at Brakebills, but she wasn't the best student at Brakebills. She was a stellar queen, but a lot of that was bluffing and expecting other people to follow her orders. She's certainly never been a fucking tattoo artist before.

What she's come up with is an abomination that would make half her professors faint dead away. She's cobbled together a modified Cavaleri Animation, about two and three-quarters of the principles that go into making a Reed's Mark, and a whole lot of bullshit that she sincerely hopes is going to hang together.

With a significantly bizarre assortment of items assembled in a tote bag, she goes on the hunt for Galahad, hoping he's somewhere that Claudius isn't.

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[onthewillowsthere]

Luckily for Janet, Galahad is in the kitchen, and he's just put his dough aside to proof, covering it with a damp tea towel; he's washing dishes at the sink. The weather is still too cold for him, in spite of how bright and clear the day as been, and he's wearing a sweater with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows as he works.