Mingling with the Fishes

[save_the_souls]

Who: SS Blue Fish and Anyone visiting!
Broadcast: MAYBE???
Action: SS. Blue Fish!
When: After the Shuffle to...idk whenever

[Welcome new crew and visitors to the SS Blue Fish! There's been some additions to the crew, some grievous losses and some activity as they prepare these finale days to leave the planet of Mor. Don't mind the two cats and large amounts of meat being stored. Since Blue Fish lacks a pilot, the ship can still be found docked in Mor's volcano until they leave the planet for anyone who wants to drop by for a visit!]

[In other words, get in here and mingle!]

Comments

[dancingmd]

[She's laughing at his theatrics (he'd be so good onstage) but that laughter quickly turns into an excited wonderment when he does his lightning thing. Unthinkingly, she grabs his hand and stares at it, her mind racing through all the evolutionary possibilities that could have brought this about in a humanoid.]

How intriguing! [She looks up at him, still awkwardly clutching his hand.] Would you mind doing it again?

[She's so fascinated, she doesn't even pay attention to the cutting the hands off thing.]

[forcemageure]

[ She has said the magic words--not literally, shut up. She said do it again, that's the point! He tilts his chin down, eyebrows arching up in a jolt of faint but pleased surprise. ]

If you're really that interested, sure.

[ 'That' interested does help, but he'd probably have gone for a repeat demonstration with anyone who seemed remotely up for the idea. Despite the misgivings of his younger sister and even their father in the past, Hawke has never wanted to be anything but a mage.

He doesn't drop her hand, just weakens the current buzzing between his fingers to a faint hum (less strength than the infamous electricity thing, for comparison), still enough to be felt, just not to hurt. ]

I can turn it up, if you like, but I'd advise stepping back a bit. And ...not touching anything wet.

[dancingmd]

Please!

[She looks up at him and colors red again, suddenly realizing how awkward this is. Letting go of his hand, she stands and steps a couple of meters away. She nods at him. She's ready.]

[forcemageure]

[ Usually a person in Hawke's position throws electricity after gathering up a handful of it, but since he's not intending to uh, fry anything in here he more holds his hands out in front of like he's going to catch rain, saving the spread fingers. Blue-white currently drapes around his palms, runs across the backs of his hands and coils around his wrists like vines on a trellis, crackling more and more sharply in the air ]

Not much more to it than that! Unless--

[ Oh, he can also make it arc. She's just lucky he isn't juggling. ]

[dancingmd]

[Beverly watches Hawke with a combination of pure scientific interest and excited wonder.]

Do all humans from your world have such abilities?

[forcemageure]

[ He laughs, what would on someone else be bitterness tempered with wry resignation. ]

No, just those of us responsible for original sin.

[dancingmd]

[She's very sorry but she can't keep the skepticism out of her voice at all here.]

Original sin?