Investigator Viktor Reveck Employee Profile: https://t.co/Fr07P0xad4 P.I.L.T. Homepage: https://t.co/hKAIoZe5y7 //RP Info: https://t.co/9jI2Nm2ukk

Artificial magic… who could have imagined it.

I believed that was the whole truth. That magic belonged only to those born with it. Jayce Talis… proved me wrong. Proved everyone wrong.

Ah, thank you… I was born a witch. It runs in the family. Magic is will imposed on reality, but it demands an innate reflex. You either have it, or you do not—like rolling your tongue.

There are several passcodes, one for each entry. If you can view the @PILTnotifs feed, that indicates you are an employee with access. You will find the passcodes released so far there, and likely more in the future, should you know where to look.

My gods, I–I mean, er… welding, eh? You are certainly… multi-talented, Jayce.

Erm… well… let us just say Jayce was very… supportive during that time. I was rather out of it afterward, but I… I believe he may have carried— Ah. How embarrassing.

Yes, I will be spending today resting, and likely tomorrow as well. But, ah… “thirst trap”? I am unfamiliar with this method. Immobilizing an entity through dehydration seems unnecessarily cruel.

Using magic is exhausting. Think of it as drawing from a reservoir that needs time and rainfall to replenish. I poured everything I had into stabilizing the Anomaly. I think I will be staying in bed today.

I am… exhausted. Utterly. I drained every reserve I had and then some. They sent me home early and I—I think that is all I can manage to say right now. I need to sleep.

And… apparently there is some sort of interdimensional anomaly in the basement and I—I am not entirely certain what happened to me-

I met Jayce Talis. Which feels… like an understatement. A severe one. He is… insane? Incredible? Both?

I… do not even know where to begin trying to explain what just happened. I—hm.

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…so. I am, once again, carrying paperwork down to the Archives. I truly do not know how he keeps doing this. Ah, well. To the elevator I go.

About to have a meeting with Heimerdinger. I intend to ask what happened yesterday, request more detailed safety protocols, and, of course, secure an assignment… and partner. I am putting my foot down this time!

There was a localized temporal anomaly that reset a small café every 42 minutes. It was snowing outside, while inside there was a crackling fireplace, the smell of coffee, pastries, books, and the euphoric sense that it was a perfect moment. I could have stayed there all day.

She seems unusually attached today, like Velcro. At the moment, she is curled up on my feet under the desk. At least she is keeping me warm.

I told him it was unnecessary, but… if I am not on a case by next week, perhaps I will take him up on that.

I met that Dmitri fellow in the breakroom over coffee. He speaks Czech, which was a pleasant surprise. I will have someone to converse with, it seems. He also offered to speak to Heimerdinger on my behalf when I complained, which was very kind.

Oh, a bit of everything, really. I worked at a library for a time, and a job like that lends an appreciation for all sorts of genres.