socialcapital | [ JACKSON HEART ]

Telekinesis is a versatile skill. Most of its challenge comes in learning the circumstances it's best for, rather than in the nuance of "lifting and moving" itself.

Now. Do you wish to leave, or should I stop here?

"I have to be back in a few hours. But that means I have a few hours, right? So I wanna go."

Then we'll go.

[He gestures at the clothing rack.]

You'll want something inconspicuous, but I assume you have a great deal of experience with that already.

"Yeah, hold on."

He's just going to get changed into something less flashy right there because Satin is clearly not real at this point so why be shy. (It's a little weird to see him without any scars.)

[It's strange to see him without scars. It's strange to see him so thin and malnourished, too -- more like an echo of his other life than anything that should have happened in this one.]

I'd also recommend bringing some cash over cards, if you have it available to you. Three hours is not much, but the traceability is still less.

"Uhhhh... I don't have MUCH on hand, but hold on."

He has to squirrel it out of many little hiding places, speaking of echoes.

I feel like my view of 'not much' and yours might be different.

Enough to buy a bag of peas from a corner store is fine.

"How much is that?"

[Arias.]

Any more than five dollars and you are being grossly overcharged.

"Really? Huh..."

He puts like.

Most of the hidden cash back.

Thank you. Please save that for your own needs later.

"I wasn't sure how exciting our adventure was going to be is all."

He still looks very hot and famous when he dresses down. There's simply no dimming the sun entirely. But he doesn't look necessarily like Totality Specifically at a glance.

I thought... if you could take a few steps away, just for a bit... perhaps it wouldn't be bad to find a park, and feed some pigeons or ducks. To have a little bit of time that isn't this--

[He waves his hand, taking in the dressing room and everything beyond.]

-- with all the obligations it brings.

"Oh."

He stops to think about it.

"That sounds nice."

If something else catches your interest, that is also fine. But I thought it might be a good place to start.

[And, reasonably heartened by the lack of sound from the other side of the wall, he lifts his hand again.

As before, the sheet of drywall gives a quiet, crumbling protest... and lifts away, revealing a dim storage room, racks and racks of chairs waiting on trolleys for a different kind of event.]

"No, I like pigeons and ducks."

Totality slides up so he can take Satin's arm in both of his in a sort of ironically cutesy gesture.

"So we just scoot through there...?"

We just scoot through here. And then I put the drywall back so it's not immediately obvious where you've gone, or how.

[In gentlemanly fashion, he guides Totality through the largest gap between wires and pipes, and then turns -- moving the clothing rack back into place, and then shifting the sheets of drywall approximately back in place.

To someone looking for structural damage, it would be immediately obvious. But most people don't first look to see if an escaped celebrity pried open part of a wall.]

"Oh, the perfect getaway then..."

He seems a little excited now. The exhaustion hasn't left, but any kind of distraction is a good distraction for him.

Not perfect. But sufficient.

[With the walls back in place, only the tiniest cracks of light filter through, leaving them in the dark.]

If you have troubles seeing, stay close. I can navigate us through here.

In my current life, I'm an astrologist -- I left Acidia years ago. Finding paths is something of a specialty.

"Oh yeah? You pathfound your way over to me and you're gonna pathfind us out?"

I would consider it an honour to do so.

[And he does, navigating through the dim area and back out to the corridors beyond.]

Totality laughs a bit, partially in disbelief, but follows along good-naturedly. He's happy enough to go with the flow.

[Which is particularly useful, as Satin has no actual idea of where they're going.

It's Umbra's heart, or dream, or mindscape. Surely there's a park with pigeons and ducks here somewhere.]

As soon as they get outside things get a little abstract, a bit blurry - it's dark outside, the streetlights are on, the night is warm - but wandering a little bit will get them to a cute little park sooner rather than later.

[His hopes of a convenience store dwindle as they travel. Birds may have a place in Umbra's heart, but such regular experiences as "checking for '50% off, enjoy today' merchandise likely do not.]

Still... given the time and distance, this is not so bad.

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