Chance goes home frustrated from Penrose's lesson. Not just because she couldn't get the spell to work, but because she was now quite certain of something she'd long suspected; the old man was holding out on them. She couldn't tell if it was in some misguided attempt to 'shield' them, or if it was naked self-interest, but she was never the sort who could stomach that sort of thing.
The next morning she checked her schedule to see how much time she had before she had to go in to the station, then got to work. Chance was done hanging her entire magical education on whatever censored dribbles Penrose decided to dish out. There weren't any other mages around that she knew how to get a hold of, but that didn't mean she couldn't practice what she knew, and experiment and find things out for herself.
An hour or so on the Internet to get some ideas, and Chance found herself clearing out a wide patch of her living room; pushing her little coffee table and loveseat aside, and sprinkling rock salt into a little circle there. She collected a few things she thought might work as 'tools' and kept them off to one side. She put on her faded old apron and tied her hair back so it wouldn't get in her face.
She was as ready as she thought she could be.
(OOC - Chance attempts to ritually cast Temporal Eddies with a 24 hour duration. This requires 4 successes.)
(Initial roll has 2 successes:
http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4607628/)
(Then another 1, three hours later...
http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4607633/)
(And finally, after 6 hours...2 more.
http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4607635/ )
By the time Chance felt the spell finally take hold and blossom around her, it was well into the afternoon. Her stomach was growling angrily over missing breakfast and being very late for lunch. The band holding her hair back had come off at some point, and it was all wild and ruffled and falling over her eyes. She was sweating and her eyes hurt from concentrating and trying to keep focused for so long. There were a few droplets of wax on her carpeting that'd be a bitch to get out, not to mention all the salt.
But it worked. She felt the spell overlaid within her, opening subtle senses that she lacked without it. And it wasn't fading. Usually that magic only lasted an hour or two. This one, shored up by the ritual would be good for the rest of the day, and all night, and a good chunk of tomorrow.
"Keep yer cup of magic whatever," she muttered to the absence of Penrose that shared her room with her. "I got bigger fish to fry."