Most Likely A Refuge

[whatamithinking]

It was probably safe.

The bar was...unusually reticent, in the lower layers of her mind (and she hadn't pried further; she wasn't sure if she'd be noticed; she wasn't sure if offending would get her kicked out, and regardless of whether it was actually safe it was safer than anywhere else she'd been for the past...three years?) so she couldn't be sure this place wasn't really a trap of some kind, but the higher layers gave a plausible explanation that didn't involve being a trap, and whatever else it was warm and dry and had food. Her guard was probably a full 25% down. Positively trusting, these days.

Comments

[whatamithinking]

"Yeah, mind stuff is kinda the major hazard for an immortal...um...is there anything trivial you've always wanted to do, like eating an enormous dish of ice cream in one sitting or doing a thousand skips in a row with a jump-rope?"

[onceandforall]

"Um... I kind of have lots of opportunities to indulge things like that in my monthly life. Anything I haven't gotten around to... um... I have not yet read a Dostoevsky novel in one sitting?"

[whatamithinking]

"Would you feel a sense of accomplishment if you did?"

[onceandforall]

"Probably, yeah."

[whatamithinking]

"Then that could get you a spell. If it had to be a really major accomplishment I wouldn't have as many as I do."

[onceandforall]

"Then I'll do that while I'm in here. Might be a good angle on translation because I won't be able to read it in Russian."

[whatamithinking]

"Ooh, yeah."

[onceandforall]

"Teleportation I'm less sure. I missed a lot of opportunities by getting good physical coordination well before I became a double magical girl, so I've already gotten a fair amount of the yen to run and dance and ice skate out of my system..."

[whatamithinking]

"...Gymnastics? Dancing with someone?"

[onceandforall]

"I have not danced with anyone! Or done any elaborate gymnastic routines."

[whatamithinking]

"Would you like to? I know some dances."

[onceandforall]

"Sure."

[whatamithinking]

"Okay, I can--waltz, foxtrot, tango, or lindy hop. My sister keeps dragging me to various dance classes, so I'm competent but not fantastic at all of them."

[onceandforall]

"I don't really know enough to discriminate between them, pick something."

[whatamithinking]

"Let's start with waltz. Bar, can we borrow some kind of music player with waltz music?"

[onceandforall]

Bar provides! Dah-dah-dah, dah-dah-dah, dah-dah-dah, daaaaaaah.

[whatamithinking]

Edie: is a reasonably competent dance instructor.

[onceandforall]

Bella: has perfect coordination once she knows what to do with it.

[whatamithinking]

Edie's coordination isn't perfect but there's nothing in particular wrong with it. This is fun.

[onceandforall]

Whee!

[whatamithinking]

Whee indeed. Edie may or may not be grinning like a loon, she can't tell, she can't see her face to tell whether or not her grin counts as loony.

[onceandforall]

Waltz waltz waltz. "I never went to school dances or anything."

[whatamithinking]

"Because you didn't have anyone to go with or because they're not your kinda thing?"

[onceandforall]

"Because I would've tripped and broken my neck. I sat out of gym. I could barely walk across a level linoleum floor without falling."

[whatamithinking]

"Oh. Wow. Anything diagnosable, or just--really clumsy?"