(open) do you believe in magic

[potentialed]

who: Stephen Strange + everyone else
what: catch all/open log
when: the rest of June
where: multiple places
warnings: n/a; will add if needed



☆ riverview hospital ☆

[ A little over a month and Stephen is still needing breaks after using his hands for surgery. Or any procedures that require steady hands. There aren't many traumatic brain injuries to be found here - which is good, in all honesty. There had been a time he would've complained about being "bored" by the lack of complex cases. Now, he takes on other cases when he's not needed in surgery. Stitching people up, dressing wounds, diagnosing illnesses, signing prescription slips. It all comes back naturally to more he falls back into the routine.

He's even missed wearing the scrubs, in a way. The only thing that he finds discomfort in are the scars along his hands. tops, palms, and fingers bear them for anyone to see if they were to look. It was rare for him to feel self-conscious in that sense considering how vain he had been in the past. Or maybe he just hated the reminder some days. Other days, he barely noticed aside from the tremors that would result after using them too much.

All the same, he tries to focus on his work, meditating during his breaks in an attempt to recharge himself from all the energy he was using to steady his hands. By the time his shift was over, it was usual for him to feel exhausted.

During the days he's at the hospital he can be found making his rounds, meditating on his break (usually in the garden on the grounds), using his magic to get the vending machine to work because this fucking thing, or anyone could run into him as he's leaving after his shift. ]


☆ communal housing - floor 1 ☆

[ Aside from the time spent at Kamar-Taj, the last time Stephen shared a living space with anyone was back during his time in the residency program in New York at his first hospital. He had loathed it in a way but also grew to enjoy the attention he ended up getting. He made the highest grades during school and performed nearly every procedure perfectly, earning him routine praise from the surgeons and other medical staff. He ended up being the one everyone came to for help (and sometimes wanted a little more than help with studies - both of which he was happy to provide).

Then, at that age, he had been young and ambitious, growing more arrogant and yet secretly terrified of screwing it all up before he had really gotten a chance to start.

Now, he was older and in a completely different phase of his life. It was almost surreal to go back to being a doctor some days and then talking about magic on others. And then he would come back to his floor in the communal housing and roommates and his cloak was always the first to greet him, launching at him the moment he entered the room and wrapping around him in its form of a hug. The first few times, he protested and shoved it off. Now, he would pat it and give a muffled greeting of his own as the collar would pat at his face the same way a dog would lick it. ]

Yeah, yeah, I missed you, too.

[ And it was mostly true. He was growing more fond of the cloak the more he was around it, folding itself at the foot of his bed when he slept and always floating nearby when he was awake. ]


☆ gramarye magic research ☆

[ Since he was still getting used to the whole "Master of the Mystic Arts" title (and not being the Sorcerer Supreme everyone keeps saying he is), Stephen felt comfortable in his title as advisor rather than taking on a teaching role. Plus, he didn't think he had the patience to be a teacher.

Didn't stop him from keeping an eye on classes or sitting in on lectures, even giving a few himself. When he's not doing that, he can usually be found in his office (with those incantations up to keep a certain Asgardian Loki out) or practicing more of his own spells on the roof of the building. ]


☆ inbox + friendr ☆

[ Blow up his phone or tell him how he did his Friendr profile wrong. ]


☆ wildcard ☆

[ come at him bros ]