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isleofavalon2021-05-14 06:49 pm
ichoosefight) wrote in isleofavalon2021-05-14 06:49 pm
Once a Bat, always a Night Person [Open]
🧙 WHO: Stephanie Brown and YOU
⚔️️ WHAT: Settling in
🕒 WHEN: Around arrival: after midnight, 6am and afternoon
🗺️ WHERE: Around town, the breakfast buffet and outside a cafe
⚠️ WARNINGS: None
1. Old Habits
Steph has been staying up all night since she was 15 years old. That's 4 years of getting most of her exercise well after dark, and 1 year of night shift that may well have been more work than being a vigilante. Her arrival had been hectic and tiring, but she just couldn't force herself to go to bed at what society generally considered a 'normal hour'.
Instead she wanders the town after dark, taking a meandering route and keeping an eye on the rooftops, just out of habit. She has some of her weapons, but she has no intention of taking up the cowl again here. It's fricken Camelot, how much crime can there really be?
She barely notices anybody that might be on the streets. She has a lot on her mind, and not just deciding whether or not she's dreaming all of this.
She makes it across almost every inch of town before the sun rises.
2. Continental Breakfast
She happens upon the hotel's breakfast entirely by accident, and while she's actually on her way to bed she can't say no to free food. For a few days she's there every morning at 6am, hoarding muffins and keeping a half-full cup of coffee as close to her face as she can without looking too weird. She doesn't drink it, she just likes to keep it close. She's missed this smell. Given, it's probably not very good coffee, but it's a hell of a lot more coffee-like than what she's been drinking for the last few months.
Every now and then she takes a deep whiff of the untouched coffee and quietly sighs in satisfaction.
3. Magic was easier in books
Steph sits at a table outside a cafe, a truly gigantic mug and an assortment of coffee-condiments in front of her. The mug is full to the brim with latte, but it's already her second cup. Four packets of sugar and three wooden stir-sticks are pushed to the outside of the group, glowing brightly enough to be noticeable in the middle of the day.
She was trying to make them invisible. She hasn't had any success. Maybe she should try reverse psychology, she thinks. If she tries to make the sugar packet in front of her glow, maybe it will vanish instead.
She's been at it long enough that she's scowling as she focuses on the packet, making fists with both hands and splaying her fingers at the thing every time she makes an attempt.
"Glow," she mutters under her breath. "Glow! W...olg? Wolg. Lumos!" Unconsciously raising her volume, she makes a noise of frustration and tries one more time.
That final attempt has some effect at least. A dozen needles made of light pin the packet in place, stuck at all angles as if they had circled it when she wasn't looking. For a moment she just stares at it.
"...What?"
[ooc | brackets also accepted! ]
⚔️️ WHAT: Settling in
🕒 WHEN: Around arrival: after midnight, 6am and afternoon
🗺️ WHERE: Around town, the breakfast buffet and outside a cafe
⚠️ WARNINGS: None
1. Old Habits
Steph has been staying up all night since she was 15 years old. That's 4 years of getting most of her exercise well after dark, and 1 year of night shift that may well have been more work than being a vigilante. Her arrival had been hectic and tiring, but she just couldn't force herself to go to bed at what society generally considered a 'normal hour'.
Instead she wanders the town after dark, taking a meandering route and keeping an eye on the rooftops, just out of habit. She has some of her weapons, but she has no intention of taking up the cowl again here. It's fricken Camelot, how much crime can there really be?
She barely notices anybody that might be on the streets. She has a lot on her mind, and not just deciding whether or not she's dreaming all of this.
She makes it across almost every inch of town before the sun rises.
2. Continental Breakfast
She happens upon the hotel's breakfast entirely by accident, and while she's actually on her way to bed she can't say no to free food. For a few days she's there every morning at 6am, hoarding muffins and keeping a half-full cup of coffee as close to her face as she can without looking too weird. She doesn't drink it, she just likes to keep it close. She's missed this smell. Given, it's probably not very good coffee, but it's a hell of a lot more coffee-like than what she's been drinking for the last few months.
Every now and then she takes a deep whiff of the untouched coffee and quietly sighs in satisfaction.
3. Magic was easier in books
Steph sits at a table outside a cafe, a truly gigantic mug and an assortment of coffee-condiments in front of her. The mug is full to the brim with latte, but it's already her second cup. Four packets of sugar and three wooden stir-sticks are pushed to the outside of the group, glowing brightly enough to be noticeable in the middle of the day.
She was trying to make them invisible. She hasn't had any success. Maybe she should try reverse psychology, she thinks. If she tries to make the sugar packet in front of her glow, maybe it will vanish instead.
She's been at it long enough that she's scowling as she focuses on the packet, making fists with both hands and splaying her fingers at the thing every time she makes an attempt.
"Glow," she mutters under her breath. "Glow! W...olg? Wolg. Lumos!" Unconsciously raising her volume, she makes a noise of frustration and tries one more time.
That final attempt has some effect at least. A dozen needles made of light pin the packet in place, stuck at all angles as if they had circled it when she wasn't looking. For a moment she just stares at it.
"...What?"
[ooc | brackets also accepted! ]
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"Yeah? I'm guessing you don't just mean the magic and talking animals."
After a second it occurs to her that this girl has been standing next to a table for more than a minute talking to someone who's sitting down. She nods at an empty chair across from her.
"You can sit, if you want. I promise I won't jab you with light-knives."
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She'll take a seat, she has to play for a certain amount of time but when she starts and when she stops is all up to her. "Well, I'm not a sugar packet, and you're not trying to turn me invisible. So I think I'm safe."
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"You're taking a lot on faith there. I might try to make you glow." She points out the small assortment of glowing items. Clearly nothing she tries consciously is going to work today.
"As soon as I got to dry land a bat flew into my hair and said it's my familiar. At like, 10 this morning, in case that wasn't weird enough already. It's better if you don't have cell phones, though. They're super distracting in class, and that's a good way to get yourself detention."
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"Mine doesn't talk, it just sorta chirps at me and I get it?" Izzy did not want a world where Horizon spoke. Having a magic bird was enough. "I got myself enough detention as it is. The tiny headphones are nice though, absolutely would love those at school. Same with having a billion songs on one walkman."
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"Wait, are you from the 90s? I grew up in the 90s!"
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Izzy hadn't actually thought about that, like at all. Different worlds, sure. Weird nonsense worlds, definitely. Just Earth but after Y2K breaks all the computer systems? Nope, didn't think about that. "Is that why everyone is okay with these things?"
She's holding up her smart phone which she just figured fucking magic, and left it at that.
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"It's a lot like- hold on." She digs around in her pocket and pulls out her own smartphone.
"Here's my cell from home. They got smaller and better crazy fast."
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A phone in your car was crazy enough. A phone in your pocket that also held a billion songs must be a small fortune right? "I just assumed cell phones were magic."
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"But back home they made phones smaller and smaller, and computers smaller and smaller, and finally just squished them together. They're not cheap, but it's about the same as having a phone in your house. Actually, most people don't have home phones anymore."
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"Um, what else has changed. Like- are people better about race stuff, or..." she hesitates, hoping the question doesn't show her hand too badly, "gay people?"
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She hums thoughtfully in response to the second question. At first she doesn't think anything of it.
"Yes and no. I think the people that are jerks are just as bad as they used to be, but it seems like there are less of them now. Gay marriage was legalized, that was big. Race stuff is still... pretty bad."
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And even if they got better for her, having them not get any better for Mia doesn't really sit right with her. She can't just celebrate that the world will continue to make people like Bebe suffer, even if she can have what she wanted. Even if she didn't realize she might want it. "Guess I can't expect everything to just be fucking good, no matter how much time goes by..."
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"It's only been 12 years. I wouldn't say it's exactly the same... Oh, we have a black president! One of our youngest, too. Which is kinda sad, because I think he's like, 50? But he just barely beat out Hillary Clinton as the candidate. Wait, does your world have Hillary Clinton?"
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"The President's wife tried to run? And that's okay?" Izzy wasn't sure what to think about the President. If only because him, and all the politics around him, seemed to be an adult issue. She had more important things to deal with, rather than that. "Maybe I shouldn't ask about more, it can't be good if I go home knowing things. Unless they're lotto numbers or something."
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"I don't think it can hurt anything. There's so much buzz about politics that 'prophecies' would just be a blip on the radar. Unless you just don't want to know, that's okay. But no, presidential spouses are allowed to run. I don't think they have much power, anyway."