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undergrounds2015-07-21 01:01 pm
stop! ghost time (open post)
Clara doesn't always snoop around the city and sometimes her work isn't always needed in the school. Sometimes she likes to stay in the shop. Sometimes she enjoys listening to idle conversation of the customers, not really listening in on them, that'll be rude, but nonetheless enjoying the buzz of activity the shop has during their busiest hours.
And sometimes that isn't enough. That's when she goes over and pokes around the lost and found box, seeing what's there and if anything is something that belongs to a current patron she can give back to without them looking. It's there that she finds a pair of marigold gloves during her search and about them draws her to them... Naturally she reaches out to and concentrates a bit to have a goodish grasp of it to see if there's a nametag anywhere when she notices a peculiar thing:
It feels... solid under her touch, real and tangible without the strange numbness to her fingertips she's become accustomed to at this rate. It takes her a second to realise what this means. She can touch them! She can hold them! She can do it with ease, most importantly of all.
Oh, what an exciting day for her as she mutters one little apology under her breath and zips off to the back of the shop with her new item. Already she has a little million ideas for them popping into mind, the excitement of the discovery along with the possibilities just enough to drown out her guilt for taking something out of the lost and found box that isn't hers.
JULY 25; AROUND THE CITY (ALL DAY)
After the last few days of activity, Clara decides it's time to be both proactive and to use her gloves to her advantage.
She'll now be found in areas that she usually doesn't snoop around in her attempts to glean information: The darker parts of the city, the seedier alleyways of the town, and etc. She'll peek through windows and go through walls, doing her best to stay invisible and quiet as a mouse while going through things with a newfound ease thanks to her gloves. (When she can bear the itching for long as she can, of course. Goodness do they chafe her skin.)
From Haringey to Hackney to Waltham Forest and then some, she'll be exploring and peeping into a lot of people today if she can. It's risky but she does her best. If she's to be a good observer of information, she needs to dig deep and hope she finds some things out, see what's going on in the heart of the city.
[ OOC: Or make your own scenario in your comment! Prose and brackets welcomed! A note, though, is that only one person can step in to help Clara get rid of the medium that she'll run into on July 25.]
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"Of course I know what this means," she says with a laugh, her nose wrinkling in delight. "This means you can totally take advantage of your ghostiness and pull pranks on humans now. You really haven't been living up to your potential so far, you know."
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Not what she had in mind but the idea intrigues her. It's been a while since she's been involved in a prank and it's been never since she actually lead a prank, more willing to follow people along with their silly schemes to make people smile or laugh. (Read: Follow her sons along with their silly schemes to make people smile or laugh.)
"I'm not sure if I'll ever be good at that," she admits, feeling a bit shy in doing something like that. "I mean-- I never done it before. You know that out of everyone, Maera."
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It wouldn't hurt anyone, would it? To have a bit of a laugh by placing a whoope cushion on their chair or something among those lines. "I bet you have a lot of ideas of what to do with these if you were a ghost, I bet. I see that light in your eyes."
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"Of course I have plenty ideas. Don't you know me?" She laughs lightly, shaking her head. "At the very least, you need to rest your hand on some people's shoulders. They'll freak out. It'll be hilarious."
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More than figuratively too. "I'll probably do that when the store isn't as jampacked today. I would hate to cause an accident since that wouldn't be fun." Last thing she wants to do is be a burden for the poor employees here who have to contend with the strange happenings of her being there with them. "You think it'll be safe to use them around the city? I want to show certain other people but..."
She'll like to avoid bringing attention on herself. That could cause her a lot of trouble.
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"I don't think they'll be unsafe. You'll just have to be careful not to bump into people - but I'm sure you'd do that without me telling you."
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Her nose wrinkles as she looks back down at the bright yellow glove on her hand, annoyed by something. "Oh! This is getting rather itchy. Do you mind holding this for a minute while... do anything to stop this? This is really strange."
It's the first time she felt anything in a long time, really. It's rather troubling to suddenly experience after a decade's worth of muted touch and she needs a moment to collect herself because of it.
She doesn't realise that's one of the side effect of the gloves along with the fact only ghosts like herself could hold and wear the gloves.
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She reaches out to take the gloves from her, but her fingers pass through the fabric likes there's nothing there. "Um." She tries again, grasping at thin air, then raises her eyebrows. "I think they really are ghost gloves, Clara. I can't touch them."
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"You can't." Really? This is interesting to know. Maybe that's why no one's touched them in the lost and found box. How can you get something if you can't get a hold of it? "Huh. I guess either a very interesting fae made this or another person did it themselves. It's a lot of magic to use up on a pair of gloves."
She's starting to believe the idea that there maybe there's a set out there. "Do you know anything similar to these? Or anyone who would make these sort of things? For any reason."
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After a bit of a pause, she shifts from one foot to another and asks, "do you really think a fae made it? Because if it is fae-made... well, there's nothing stopping me from learning a bunch of magic so that I can try to make a whole ghost outfit for you." She's got no idea how hard it'll be, but then, Maera's always been a little naive,
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"Of course a fae could have done this! Possibly. I mean only fae like you and the others are powerful enough to do these sorts of things." She can't imagine a witch doing it. What would they benefit from it besides a good grade on a strangely specific thesis of theirs somewhere in a school like Redbright?
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"It must be nice to feel things again, though, isn't it? Kind of like how it's nice to go back to one Realm after spending a lot of time in another."
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She thinks about it and an almost mischievous look is on her face. "Maybe we can work together to pull a prank on someone you've been hoping to prank for a while? With your brains and my ghosting plus the gloves? We can do something."
Something hilarious. And something that won't get them into too much trouble of course.
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That name is familiar but she can't quite put her finger on it. It's been a busy few weeks the past month with her job but something about that name rings a distant bell. Maybe because she's worried after hearing what Maera has to say. "My goodness. Sounds like she's quite a character if she gets you this angry. I can never imagine you doing something like that without a cause."
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Upset comes to mind but no. That's too strong a word. Irritated. That's it. "Well! If that happens again, you let me know and I'll give her a peace of my mind. No one is going to annoy my friends like this."
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It's what made Clara admire her friend so much in the past, looking up to the girl when she was still young herself. "I'm sorry she's being so awful to you. I don't understand why others can be so... so... so like that. If that makes any sense."
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"It makes sense. I get why Mom fell in love with Dad at times like this. I love fae, of course, but they can be so... I don't know. Humans are more kind without needing reason for it."
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Definitely going to keep them if this happens often enough.
"I hope it isn't harsh to suggest but maybe the word is calculating for the rest of the fae." Clara wrinkles her nose and shakes her head. "No; that's too harsh. Perhaps the best way to describe it is... is... oh! I feel so out of depth with all of this half the time but knowing the others, especially you, are part of it makes it all worth it."
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The little speech seems to take a lot out of her, and she's frowning to herself by the time she finishes. "Not that I don't love the fae. But- you can love something and acknowledge the truth of it as well, I think."
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Fae, from what she's gathered from past talks and understandings, have all the time in the world and then some. "I'm sure you're not alone on this, Maera. Out there is a fae or ten or think just the same! It's only a matter of meeting them since the world is quite big and we all have lives to play out."
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