Great, he can hear us

[whydoyoushine]

[The voice on the network is not a familiar one, unless you've heard one of the rare times Mr. Sparkles speaks actual words and not batlike chittering noises...or unless you've heard Joe Pesci on helium.]

Hey, hey, hey, what's this? Why the hell am I hearing you lot up in my head, huh?

Never did this before, why's it starting now?

[There's a pause.]

And so...do you guys talk about anything important, or is it all a lot of bellyachin'?

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[whydoyoushine]

Maybe? Listening really hard to him while trying to pay attention to the network at the same time, maybe.

[mytearsaremine]

Okay. I guess if we don't want my pogemon on the network, I'd better not try to read his mind.

... why were you trying to read his mind, anyway?

[whydoyoushine]

Because someone took the cookies I was saving for later.

And he loves sweets.

[mytearsaremine]

... dude, you can just make more cookies. It's liminal space. I could make you cookies, if you wanted.

[whydoyoushine]

Man, the cookies I make don't have any substance to them. It sucks.

[mytearsaremine]

... you know, I can show you how to fix that, if you really want. It's not that hard, if you already know how to make a thing to begin with. It's all about, like. Filling it up once you've made it.

[whydoyoushine]

...yeah?

[Well, now he's interested.]

Because, I mean, it took forever to learn to make stuff in the first place. Imagination issues and all.

[mytearsaremine]

If you can make the regular liminal stuff, you can make the real liminal stuff. Go ahead and make something, just the way you know how to do it already. Tell me what you make.

[whydoyoushine]

Okay, I've got another disco ball here.

[That was the first thing he ever made, okay.]

[mytearsaremine]

That's. A little harder to work with than food, since you can't eat it to tell that you did it right, but okay.

So right now it's just made of liminal-stuff. Right? It'll disappear if you try to put it in your hammerspace. That's because it's not really solid yet. It's not really real yet. You have to kind of fill it in with "this is what a disco ball is supposed to be". Not just the look of it, but the feel of it and the weight of it and its insides and stuff.

Though I guess a disco ball probably has pretty simple insides. It's just a sphere covered in pieces of glass.

[whydoyoushine]

So I have to like...intensify disco ball? Keep making it over and over?

[mytearsaremine]

Not over and over, then you'll wind up with a lot of disco balls. Make it sturdier. Stronger. More. More full of... itself. Like, not proud, full of itself, but more of itself inside it.

[whydoyoushine]

Like a more concentrated disco ball?

[mytearsaremine]

[It's close enough.]

Yeah, a more concentrated disco ball. Think you can manage that?

[whydoyoushine]

Yeah, but how am I going to be able to tell it's more substantial than other ones?

[mytearsaremine]

If you can put it into your hammerspace and take it out again. If you can do that, you made it real.

[whydoyoushine]

So that's why I couldn't find the first one I'd made...

[There's a bit of a pause.]

Hey! I got this one again!

[mytearsaremine]

You got it back out of hammerspace? Good job! That means you can now make cookies that you can actually eat, too.

[whydoyoushine]

I'm definitely not going to abuse this.

[mytearsaremine]

You saying that makes me think you're going to.

[But she sounds amused rather than worried. What's he going to do? Make mountains of cookies? Extra-disco-y disco balls? She's not too concerned.]

[whydoyoushine]

Nah, nah, don't worry about a thing.

[Extra disco balls. Glitter everywhere. Shiny things.]