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[decohere]

Yeah, but an argument is a type of fight, so they didn't have to come to physical blows for it to count either. [just let her be grumpy that's all she wants.]

... Was going to dare you. To... let me inside the bridge so I could see the Erda Flow. [already knows it's a no but she's just so damn curious what it looks like after Skulduggery described it.]

[sictransitgloriamundi]

Now who's defining terms...

[raises brow] There is... a slight complication, for this. Namely that you're alive. I can make an exception for you, but it will be a permanent one. You would be able to enter the bridge at will, but not change anything within.

[so, basically, can he trust you to not touch his shit.]

[decohere]

[innocent shrug.]

For a moment that sounded like a threat... [being alive sure is a complication indeed.] Wait, really? No, I won't mess around with stuff. Promise. Do I need to sign some sort of NDA?

[sictransitgloriamundi]

[crosses arms]

And you can't invite anyone else in for any reason, because they would die.

[SO NO THROWING PARTIES]

[decohere]

Except for Skulduggery. [knowing smile.

...considers for a moment.]

Die-die, or just like. Die a bit and then wake up in bed? [no Ava stop trying to think of ways to lure annoying people to their deaths.]

[sictransitgloriamundi]

Not sure. I suppose we'll find out the first time it happens.

[decohere]

Too bad for them.

[clasps her hands together eagerly.] After you?

[sictransitgloriamundi]

I'll assume you won't have any problems figuring out how to get in.

[and, with that, he vanishes.]

[decohere]

Not the chimney this time? [walks right for the door as if she would any other, half expecting to get bonked right in the face. mostly because it would be hilarious. but this is her trusting him in return!]

[sictransitgloriamundi]

[he's going to think of how funny that would have been in a few hours and kick himself.

but, instead, she enters the bridge, which is the usual lumpy couch and media-covered floor, the Captain crouched on the former. but, no weird light.]

[decohere]

[it would have been SO funny.

already having a vague idea of what to expect, she's not entirely caught off guard by the rather untidy interior as she glances around. part of her expected a bit more, but maybe that's all he's willing to show. Ava watches her feet as she steps over a pile of videos toward the couch.] Cozy. But you've been staying elsewhere lately, hm?

[very light teasing, peering into corners and up at the ceiling, wondering where the Erda Flow is hiding.]

[sictransitgloriamundi]

[faint grin] Perhaps.

[he watches her for a moment before clearing his throat.]

I'm afraid the Erda have been rather... distracted, of late. I'm not quite sure by what, but I suppose when you're a collective force of creation, there's all sorts of things you can find distracting. [pause] It may take a few times for them to respond to me.

[decohere]

[hehe.]

Distracted as if... somebody else might be trying to use it? [a thoughtful hum... she gestures for permission to sit since she's still trying to feel out his boundaries.

she has so many questions, but rather just observe first what he intends to demonstrate of the process.]

[sictransitgloriamundi]

Not necessarily. Or likely; no one else knows how to communicate with them. [shrugs] They can just be a bit... childish, I suppose. Easily distracted.

[and if he's the one saying this...]

[decohere]

[little smile where she politely declines to say no wonder you get along.]

Ah, so the ship you gave Jenny didn't have such a thing? [but she doesn't want to get too distracted herself, knows her own tendency to veer the conversation off too quickly before she's ever gotten her first answers.]

So how do you communicate with them?

[sictransitgloriamundi]

No, that one was more of an nganga situation...

[long pause]

Talking.

[decohere]

[yeah no idea what that is, but going to try and remember it for future reference...]

... Other people don't know how to talk? [okay so she's met quite a few people that are irritating to communicate with.] Or is it in some special language?

[sictransitgloriamundi]

It's like... [waves hand vaguely

absolutely nothing in the room has changed.]

[decohere]

[looks around in anticipation of something happening with the gesture, nose scrunching at the complete lack of change. leaving Ava wondering if she's too magic dumb to even make sense of any of it. also waves vaguely.]

Some things are easier to demonstrate than explain?

[sictransitgloriamundi]

No, it's... mental. [pause] I only ever speak aloud to it because I've never quite gotten over how awkward telepathy can look.

[decohere]

Ah, I wouldn't know. [only person she can talk to in her head is herself, which she does. quite a lot.] So somebody like me wouldn't be able.

[sictransitgloriamundi]

Not necessarily. I think they have to... choose, to do it. [leans head on hand] They're attracted to those who have the scent of destiny around them, I've found.

[decohere]

So you're pretty special. [grins] And smelly.

But let's see it, then. I'm excited. I want to see where everything comes from.

[sictransitgloriamundi]

Alright.

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[decohere]

[quiet sort of worry the longer nothing seems to happen, oh no has the Captain's magical destiny smell run out? that seems bad.

or maybe it's performance anxiety.

or is Sparkles somehow siphoning his powers away???? using them up on all this dream magic?]

Would it help if I... uh. Look away?