odd little alucine

[affodell]

It's never previously occurred to Cayra to put a door across an alucine boundary, but now that she's encountered it in practice it makes sense. It makes it visually obvious and it lets you lock it if you want. This door wasn't locked, and it looked like it led to a public bathroom, not a bar, from the signage, so she's still confused. Still, it's a good idea. She twists open the glass vial pendant around her neck and bends her head to the little blue lily inside to make a note of it; as an afterthought she tries to send it off to her antheomancer-chatcircle, anything to have a decent conversation, but it doesn't go. Her flower doesn't look wilting, but she can put it back in the garden and get a fresher one for the vial later. At least her personal files look okay. She closes up the vial again, giving the flower a touch of antheomancy for its health, and finds a bathroom inside the bar that dominates this little alucine.

And then she emerges into the bar. It doesn't seem to be staffed. Or stocked. Why wasn't it locked?

Hello, anybody here?

with Flynn (ErinFlight)

with Harry (andaisq)

Due to some icon rearrangement errors, some of Flynn's tags appear with an incorrect icon. The correct face for this thread is Rosario Dawson's.

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[midst_of_threads]

"I don't know actually, I'll ask."
Flynn stops walking and closes her eyes, focusing on the self existing within the threads.

"Okay, the threads said they fixed the weavers this time, but the weavers might have eventually healed on their own."

[affodell]

"Okay, cool."

[midst_of_threads]

The forest opens onto the edge of a small town. The homes are wooden and sturdy. Patches of grass grow on the roofs to hide the village from dangerous eyes in the sky.

Flynn takes a deep breathe and keeps walking.

[affodell]

"We could have just gone through the portal directly into your house," Cayra remarks. "Did you need the walk to psych yourself up?"

[midst_of_threads]

"I want to tell everyone, not just my family. Word that I'm a weaver will have spread by now. Besides, walking in normally is less threatening."

[affodell]

"Okay."

[midst_of_threads]

As they're walking into the town, the door of a nearby house opens. A woman holding a little boy's hand steps outside.

The women notices Flynn and flinches.

"Hey Gale," Flynn says gently, "It's okay. I'm not going to hurt you."
"Cody, go back inside," the women says and the little boy releases her hand to run back into the house.

[affodell]

"It's okay," repeats Cayra. "I've got her on a leash, and shouldn't need to use it."

[midst_of_threads]

Gale turns to look at Cayra, "You're also a weaver?"

"No," Flynn says, "She has another kind of magic. Cayra, is there anything you could show her?"

[affodell]

Cayra turns robin's-egg blue with green hair. Then back. Then zebra-striped. Then back. "How's that?"

[midst_of_threads]

Gale relaxes slightly, "That doesn't seem like a weaver's magic. You really are safe Flynn?"

Flynn nods and Gale steps forward to give her a tight hug, "I was horrified when Ray told me the news. I'm glad you're okay, but you still can't stay here Flynn."

[affodell]

"Why can't she?"

[midst_of_threads]

"It's still not safe," Gale says.


"Gale, I came back because we found the source of the threads. We removed the curse. It's over. Can you help me gather everyone."

Gale's eyes widen and she gives a jerky nod, then races off towards the center of the town.

[affodell]

Cayra grins.

[midst_of_threads]

Five minutes later a short, stocky man strides to Flynn.

"Hello Mr. Abbot," Flynn says.

He steps closer, glowering, and mutters, "This was your plan from the beginning wasn't it? Pretend to be a weaver, then say you have some way to end the curse. I'm not fooled you attention-seeking fraud. Get out now."

[affodell]

"Wow, rude much?" asks Cayra, hair going fire-orange. "I was there, I saw it. Just to be clear, is your position that she was never a weaver to begin with or that she is a weaver but just a regular one?"

[midst_of_threads]

His face pales when he sees Cayra's hair and his words lose some of their confidence, "Obviously she was a fake the whole time!"
He swallows, "Obviously."

[affodell]

"Interesting," says Cayra, hair cycling through the entire rainbow. "So, Flynn, that's easy to shut down. Any ideas besides the stepstool? That one might be better saved for later."

[midst_of_threads]

"Food, except, I don't want that coming alive. Ah, I bet weaving can heal."
Checking with Cayra, Flynn sends the threads into the gathering crowd, fixing wounds, removing disease, and alleviating the effects of age.

A murmur begins to spread within the previously solemn crowd.

[affodell]

Cayra is all for healing.

[midst_of_threads]

"Obviously a fake Mr. Abbot?"
He scowls, but steps forward to quiet the crowd.

"He's the mayor," Flynn mutters to Cayra. "He's awful, but isn't an idiot. Hopefully he won't cause any problems."

[affodell]

"Hopefully."

[midst_of_threads]

Flynn explains recent events leaving out the bar, instead saying Cayra is a magician from another land.

After a few more displays of carefully controlled power, most of Flynn's neighbors seem to believe her story, though a few still watch her suspiciously.

The crowd disperses, leaving them alone except for a few of Flynn's friends and Mr. Abbot.

[affodell]

And Cayra, of course. "Are we loitering here?" she asks Flynn.

[midst_of_threads]

"I want to talk to Ray, but I don't see him anywhere."