mingle a little Mor tonight

[catamite]

Who: Everyone!
Broadcast: Sure!
Action: The wonderful world of Mor, nearby way-stations, and ships!
When: The first week or so of arrival

[this is it-- Atroma's surprise vacation stay for you all! it's time to explore, speculate, relax, and totally behave yourselves. right?

how are you all dealing with the ever-so-educational volcano? have you played around with the visual toggle on those collars yet? aren't they cool? aren't these peasant clothes rad? if you haven't had a decent meal since Abeo, maybe you could afford some of that authentic farm-raised meat they have here. historical!

I bet you're all excited and completely thrilled to be here! who wouldn't be? ...so, make some discoveries, make some friends, and have fun!]

Comments

[noctiphile]

[Yeah, he's only starting to look more confused.]

This is going beyond my realm of understanding. Is there a way we can get it out?

[mysterzie]

Yeah, of course. I'd just... take it back. Take all of it. [ There's no way to pick and choose with multiple powers. Erin's forever grateful that they didn't manage to take her natural powers instead or she'd have been fucked. ] But it's not here.

So... other powers, maybe...

[ Talking about it is only making the need even worse. She's so empty right now, has to find something to take up that space. ]

[noctiphile]

Other powers... [Mattias glances down at the river, stroking his chin before turning back to Erin.]

It's better than nothing. How do we obtain them?

[mysterzie]

[ This is confusion and suspicion and a complete lack of trust. Erin is staring at Mattias because she has no idea what he really wants here. This sounds like a trap, something she shouldn't trust because it's only going to end up with her losing everything. ]

There's no we in it.

[noctiphile]

[Mattias squints, a puzzled smile forming as he tilts his head.]

Surely you need some help or you would have done it already.

[mysterzie]

People notice that shit.

[ She's confused at his reaction. She twists, backs up half a step so that her dress swishes in the water, watches Mattias like a caged animal. She isn't trapped, but she's stuck, and she hurts. ]

Because you gotta take them from people.

[noctiphile]

[Mattias, for his part, remains still, unsure how to take the news. Silence stretches into minutes as he puzzles until, finally, he cracks a wary grin.]

Well, surely it doesn't hurt them. Or... remove their powers completely.

[A beat. A bit less confidently:] ... Does it?

[mysterzie]

Nope. Doesn't hurt them.

[ She pauses. Everyone here is weird and she doesn't know what do to with the "remove their power completely" because that's the point. ]

Unless they've got more than one power, anyway, but that's... that's not normal.

[noctiphile]

[This is only getting more confusing.]

But you have more than one. You seem... relatively normal.

[mysterzie]

[ Stop paying attention to what she is!! ]

No. It's... it's not normal. That makes me a dealer, and if you tell anyone that I'm going to shive you into space myself!

[noctiphile]

[At that, he laughs. It's a humorless sound, sharper than it is warm.]

Put me into space for what? A title that means nothing to me? So, you're a dealer? I'm a traitor and a heretic. What do our old titles matter? Why would I tell anyone about something I know nothing about?

[Shaking his head, he scoffs.] I won't tell. And I will... listen. For those who have powers they don't want. There must be some among us.

[mysterzie]

You might not, but what if someone else does?

[ Stupid. Erin turns, is genuinely confused by the offer and somewhat annoyed by the condition. ]

Most people want their powers. That's the trick.

[noctiphile]

[Mattias gestures with an arm folded at the elbow.]

And if they want them, I want them to have them. I'm offering to help where I can. You can take it or ignore it. Neither matters to me.

[mysterzie]

Why?

[ That's what it comes down to. She doesn't want the help because no one should be offering help. Mattias shouldn't even know this much, but he's stupid enough that Erin's not quite scared of him getting her into too much trouble over it. ]

No, scratch that. How? You just going to tell them someone wants to take their powers if they don't want them?

[noctiphile]

[He shrugs, glad she dropped the "why" question. He's starting to hate that question.]

Possibly. We'll see what the matter calls for.

[mysterzie]

Fine.

[ She watches him a moment longer before she starts to climb out of the river. ]

You'll get pruney if you stay in there too long!

[noctiphile]

[As she leaves, he rolls his eyes, and says nothing. Later, though, he'll come to wonder at just why his skin is so wrinkled. How strange.]