Adventure seed: ‘Reminder: the Brexit vote means you should UPDATE YOUR MAGICAL LEGACY CODE.’

Charlie Stross wrote up something not entirely unlike this for the Scottish referendum, but I wanted to do something that would work no matter what the actual vote result is.

‘Reminder: the Brexit vote means you should UPDATE YOUR MAGICAL LEGACY CODE.’

This week’s Illuminati crisis? The UK referendum, of course. But not in the way that you think: it’s all about the magical wards and correspondences. Essentially, it’s like this: the secret, esoteric names of countries are expected to match, as closely as possible, what those countries actually are. If and when a country significantly changes in any number of ways, it’s really smart magical practice to update the relevant spells and magical workings with the new name as quickly as possible. Basic good policy.

Unfortunately, they were fairly sloppy about such things in the 1970s. When the United Kingdom entered the EEC, the relevant magical federal agencies in the USA more or less slapped in a new set of occult protocols and never yanked the old ones (note that I am horribly simplifying what actually happened). It wasn’t until the recent referendum that somebody noticed that the old spell structures are still there… and that, thanks to a minor miracle, nothing had blown up yet. YET. But those spells should not be simply forgotten again. Oh, my, no: they should not.

Note that the actual vote result is irrelevant to the actual problem: one way or another, the legacy spells are going to have to be pulled. This is not a civilization-threatening level crisis, but it will slop onto, and then blight, all sorts of promising careers – so fixing this is a priority. Somebody will have to go into the spells, untangle them, isolate them, and then cut the deadspells off from various magical power sources.

And no, that’s not going to be your adventuring party’s job. Their job will be to keep the repair crews alive while in the field. Or possibly to act as a rapid-response team when a critical operation gets botched and suddenly there’s a swarm of jackalopes headed for Santa Fe. Or possibly both.