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#The magicians land tik plus

I know I deserve better.Įliot: Wild guess: Your mother and your father both loved you unconditionally. Maybe all I deserve is fucked up.Ĭharlton: No, when you think that way, it’s all you’ll ever get.Ĭharlton: What? I don’t, but what happens to you, happens to me, and I don’t want him happening to me. Maybe I like him because I hope he’s not fucked up maybe I like him because I hope he is, because I am too. See in timeline 17, Brakebills kinda blew up, killed almost everybody, and those burns on Fogg’s hands, they’re kinda ‘cuz he’s the one who did it.Ĭharlton: Bick didn’t make Seb dark. Todd: Yeah, no, that doesn’t really narrow it down. Julia: Uh well, this one’s a heavy drinker. Actually, those last two are the same Fogg. I transcribed his memoir I know all 40 Foggs, even got nicknames for some of them: Fedora Fogg, Cocaine Fogg, Swinger Fogg. Todd: I always wanted to meet someone from another timeline.

#The magicians land tik plus

Penny: It adds up – the two Todds plus cinnabar, which last time I saw was being used for time magic. Only question is why would evil twin me want to get rid of me in the first place? Of course, evil.

Todd: Yeah, but I’ve never been great with knots, so it was pretty easy for me to escape. Julia: So other Todd tied you up and locked you in a closet? We accidentally stopped billions of people from dying. Margo: Which we were kinda in the middle of until you dragged us here ‘cuz you were sure bacon mcswine flu was talking about the harmonic convergence. Goes by the name of the Dark King.Įliot: Or whoever’s ordering dark shit on his behalf. Margo: Yeah, no shit Fillory’s in trouble.

: I presume you are the aforementioned assholes who moved the moon.

Students are blowing themselves up, and I presume you are the aforementioned assholes who moved the moon. Fucking father of the year.Ī traveler professor who cannot travel is now the acting dean. Penny: You cannot uproot everyone in this timeline just to be a good dad, OK.įogg 17: Watch me. I need this Brakebills and everyone in it to fix where I came from. As it turns out, one of the goddamn consequences, is I discovered I have a grown daughter, currently living in my post-apocalyptic shit show of a timeline with hardly any living magicians and no resources. Were you dropped on your head in this timeline? You should be well familiar with the multiverse hypothesis. Julia: Your timeline continued even though Jane reset it?įogg 17: Yes, dear. Julia: But didn’t you destroy your Brakebills and everyone died?įogg 17: Yes, a measure I took to try to contain the damage the Beast could do, and when that failed, Jane Chatwin got to go to the next time loop, while I had to stay behind and live with the goddamn consequences. Why don’t you just stay?įogg 17: Penny, sure, when things start to go wrong, just fuck off to the next timeline. My timeline was a mess also, but you have a Brakebills here with no Fogg. That’s the device Stoppard built to travel between timelines.įogg 17: Yes, I took it from him to get here, then made a few modifications, enough to take all of Brakebills back home with me.

: Oh thank god because I am dangerously underqualified for this.

Todd: Oh thank god because I am dangerously underqualified for this. Julia: I’m not going to help you I’m going to take over entirely for you. He said death is coming for everyone, and then he rhymed that with smeveryone. But short version: Fillory is in real trouble. But don’t worry, I transferred that to another napkin. The parts I could remember anyway on a couple of napkins, and then on the back of my hand.

There’s also like three more verses, and the key change is tricky. I might have changed some of lines, but that’s the gist. OK, I just want to get this straight: So pig man gave you the quest in the form of a song? Needs a brand new hero, a strapping land named … La la blah blah Fillory, a land without a god. Todd: Something, something Fillory, a most amazing land, but fucked by catastrophe, and way before we planned.