S.T. wasn't wearing his either. One, limiting his up-close-and-personal exposure to anything magic. Two, he wasn't really a jewelry guy. He dug it out of his pocket and held it out as well. They were a token girl or black guy away from a comic-book team, with the matching magic trinkets. "Avengers accesorize," he drawled, spinning the bracelet around one finger.

It spun a few times, then friction and precession settled it back on his hand. Nothing happened. "Anyone remember where the on switch is for these things?"