blood sweat tear

[imeanforever]

He's moving her to a different court to see if it'll improve her attitude. She's allowed to fly. It's been a long, long time since she was allowed to -

She is only allowed to fly to her destination, not anywhere else. She notices that she is not where she should be, that she cannot progress to where she was told to go, and she careens out of control when her wings won't flap anymore, and she crashes.

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with Miles (kappa)

with Minus (kappa)

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[eversomuchfun]

The vampire sits and drinks tea. He gets out of her way if she looks like she wants to map his tea-drinking spot; it's not like it has any material advantages over the next patch of floor.

[imeanforever]

She'll get to his tea-drinking spot eventually, but this is a tedious process and she doesn't need to start anywhere near it. "Do you have paper?"

[eversomuchfun]

"I could acquire paper."

[imeanforever]

"It'd be useful to write this down. I could usually memorize the map of a room this size, not in detail but enough to work, but not with the harmonics being so loopy."

[eversomuchfun]

"Suppose I'll go find some paper, then." He puts down the empty mug and gets up.

[imeanforever]

"Thanks."

[eversomuchfun]

Shrug. "No trouble."

He goes off, and returns half an hour later with a cardboard box advertising Copy & Print Paper, 2500 sheets, 8.5"x11", 5 reams. On top of the box there sit a stack of spiral-bound lined notebooks, a separate stack of similar books of graph paper, and a few packages of bizarre mortal pens. All together the assortment weighs about as much as Promise. He plonks it down by the foot of the bed.

[imeanforever]

"Thanks." She inspects the goods, seems absolutely delighted by the graph paper, and uses that to map the room.

[eversomuchfun]

[imeanforever]

Map map map map. "The roundness means there's a day cycle everywhere all the time, right? I don't intend to keep you up whenever you prefer to sleep."

[eversomuchfun]

"Yeah. I sleep during the day, usually; vampires catch fire in sunlight."

[imeanforever]

"That sounds... inconvenient. I wonder why. Do you think you would do that if you were invisible?"

[eversomuchfun]

"Good question. Might be fun to experiment," he says. "Well, not if I caught fire, but I could put it out afterward. Why, can you turn people invisible?"

[imeanforever]

"Yeah. These harmonics might mean it doesn't last until I undo it, so you'd want to stay near shade even if it works perfectly in case it shredded sooner than later, but once I have this room figured out that's one of the things I can do."

[eversomuchfun]

"That seems potentially convenient."

[imeanforever]

"Well, it might or might not help with the sun, but yeah." Map map map.

[eversomuchfun]

Shrug.

[imeanforever]

"How long until you usually go to bed?"

[eversomuchfun]

"About six hours."

[imeanforever]

"That's probably enough time to map this whole room." She gets back to work.

[eversomuchfun]

He keeps out of her way and is amused by the struggling lights.

[imeanforever]

Promise systematically grids the room in columns, writing down her findings in bizarre symbology on page after page of graph paper. It's surprisingly compact.

She's in the last corner by bedtime. Her stomach is growling but she hasn't mentioned food.

[eversomuchfun]

"What do fairies eat?"

[imeanforever]

"Plants. I'm not picky and wouldn't recognize any individual plants here either. I can't chew solid wood."

[eversomuchfun]

"I can provide plants and things made from plants," he says. "Should I go shopping again before sunrise?"