recolle | [Open] I'm sure there's a logical explanation for this

WHO: Lucy and you!
WHERE: Birch Hills apartment, Freshens, Chata in general, choose your own adventure
WHEN: 6/7
WHAT: Mostly unconscious telekinesis, nbd.
WARNINGS: Lucy (language, cranky behavior)

[It kept happening.

The first day Lucy woke up with a headache she didn't pay it much mind. That's what aspirin was for; take one, go to work, forget about it. It helped soothe the ache in her ankle, too.

A few more days, and she needed two.

And things started being misplaced. Small things like pens or the remote, things she was absolutely sure she picked up, but couldn't recall exactly when. It was rather irritating.

But it wasn't going to stop Lucy from getting to work, or getting some more aspirin. And not talk to anyone about it.]

A. Freshens

[She was serious about that aspirin. But Lucy also stopped to grab a box of cereal on the way to the pharmacy, because she's an adult (by a few months) who wanted some goddamn Cheerios.

While reaching for a box slightly out of reach, a sound from down the aisle distracted her. The box she was reaching for lifted away from the shelf on its own, hovering in the air, held up by nothing—except the faintest glimpse of something translucent on the edge of the box.

Distraction gone, the box dropped into Lucy's actual hand and she put it away in her basket without looking at it.

Nothing to see here.]

B. Chata streets

[Lucy tended to pointedly not get out of the way of people walking at her (particularly if she didn't like them), but usually she didn't actually touch them except on really crowded streets. Get uncomfortably close like she was daring them to move first in an unasked for game of chicken, sure.

Actually blundering into them was not part of the plan—she was aware enough of where she was in space that shouldn't have been an issue. Except right now.

Hopefully they weren't holding anything when Lucy (actually unintentionally) shoulder checked them.]

C. Birch Hills

[Finally, she was home. Picking up aspirin after work should not have been this much of an adventure. The cat immediately trotted up to the door as soon as he heard keys rattling at it, and Lucy had an added feline obstacle to deal with while taking her shoes off. This one, though, she didn't mind.

The grandfather clock abruptly rang as Lucy passed by—just once, but thunderously loud. It made her jump, and startled Fang further into the apartment.]

Ugh.

[Lucy was back, in case there was any doubt.]

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[Ami pointed to the jar.] The Nutella, I saw it move. You were doing it with the cereal, too, I think? [You know, several aisles ago BUT SHE'S NOT FOLLOWING YOU OR ANYTHING... She's quick to add an afterthought, though.] Don't worry, I'm on Retrospec, too! So I won't tell anyone, if you don't want.

[More blinking, more staring. Lucy glanced at the cereal in her basket (how did she know that?), back up again—and shook her head.]

I'm not crazy.

[She was sure doing a good job proving that, muttering like a crazy person.]

[Thaaat... was the answer to a question nobody asked. Ami tilted her head to one side, curious.]

Did you... not know you were doing it?

No.

[Not that Lucy was admitting to tha—

Wait shit.

She scowled at the stupid Nutella jar instead. Some decision you were, jar.]

Hmm... [Ami tapped her chin, thinking. Well, maybe she could help? Thinking about it, if she were the one getting superpowers, she'd want to be able to use them on purpose. Yes, she decided, she would try to help.

... Right here. In the supermarket. Because hashtag yolo, apparently.]

That's okay. It'll probably get better as you practice. [She said, drawing on an immense wealth of zero experience. Pointing up at the top shelf:] Can you get one of those down? [Any of them; the specific product didn't matter.]

[... although she'd also completely forgotten to exchange names or anything first, but hey]

[Lucy stared at her now, not backing up, or...really moving at all.]

Who the hell are you?

[She has not forgotten! ...though Lucy isn't very forthcoming with a name either.]

Oh! Sorry, I totally got carried away there, didn't I... [She laughed a little, embarrassed.] My name's Ami. Ami Aihara.

Lucy.

[She didn't give her last name, and still seemed disgruntled.

Maybe her face was just stuck that way.]

Where did you come from?

... In what context? I mean I came here from around the corner, but before that I came from school, but more generally I'm from Recollé, but before that-

[- she managed to cut herself off short of saying "I used to be an alien from another planet," at least. Lucy was already looking at her like she was a crazy person, probably best not to compound that.]

I mean, that's all if you were speaking literally, of course...

[So she didn't just appear out of the ether. That was good!

Lucy was still suspicious.]

Were you following me?

[UH.]

Nnnnnno? [yeah that was real convincing, good job.] No but yes a little? I didn't come here intending to follow you, I just saw the thing with the cereal, and...

[At that Lucy blinked, glancing down at her basket. She didn't...remember picking up that box of cereal. But she must have. It just magically dropping into her basket was fantastically unlikely.]

...so I'm not seeing things.

[Well I mean... it's Retrospec, we're all seeing things.]

Nope. Not unless I am, too.

[Lucy didn't answer this time, silently dropping the Nutella jar in her basket after the cereal. She glanced up at the top shelf of jars; a container of marshmallow fluff caught her eye first.

She didn't particularly want that one. But she couldn't reach it. Was that...enough?

The teenager frowned, an itching ache starting between her ears. It was odd. And...familiar, too. Just reach out further than her hands could go. It was simpl—

The spectral hand and arm reappeared, suddenly—way too suddenly. It lunged out in a straight line like a snake, and knocked half a dozen marshmallow fluff jars off the shelf onto the floor and potentially on Ami.

...oops.

At least they were plastic.]

[Fortunately, only one actually hit her (and it even missed her face), and it's marshmallow fluff, so the potential for damage was limited to begin with. So while Ami did squeak and raise her hands to guard her head, she was more startled than actually scared.

In fact, as the jars settled and the startlement wore off, she grinned.]

Whoa-ho-ho! You did it!

[Lucy, for her part, recoiled--but didn't run away or even back up. Mostly it was just from the noise of the plastic jars clattering around, and...you know, quasi-invisible hands coming out of her back(?)

She immediately took out some of her agitation on the nearest person, snapping at Aradia.]

What are you smiling about?!

[lucy this is why you don't have friends]

Uh - [Ami's grin turned a little uncertain. What'd I do?] - I just - you did it, it's cool.

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