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recolle2017-06-07 11:53 am
long_live_the_queen) wrote in recolle2017-06-07 11:53 am
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[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.]
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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What are you doing now?
[But it hadn't gone far.
The same force suspended the flowers for just a moment—before it determined that they weren't a threat, and were thus not worth bothering with. It let them fall to the ground.]
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[ Maybe if he says it out loud, the hand will understand what he's trying to do. He bends to pick up a candle to hold out to it like a baton, but this time, he keeps a firmer grip on it as if to see for sure that it was picked up and not simply dropped. ]
I thought it might be like the barrier I can make, just more concentrated... more sentient? It doesn't like flowers.
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[...was it?
Lucy leaned away further, raising her physical arms in case he was going to shove the candle at her too.
...but. Lucy frowned. Again. More than usual. That...shield, that whatever it was around Ryoji...she'd seen something at the same time, too. Something else. Something that looked like hands, just like this. But:]
It's not a ghost.
[Lucy was mostly sure it wasn't! At least, it didn't feel like a ghost.
...what did having a ghost around feel like, anyway?]
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Ryoji takes a step back. He can't help.
Sorry Lucy, you're condemned to live with this forever. ]
I'm not so sure, but you seem so. Will you tell me if it ever becomes more than just an arm- a face, maybe?
[ So he can turn around and say "I told you so." ]