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synopsychic2016-10-29 07:47 am
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Several days into the library liminal
Several people remarking to everyone about new tattoos. Might be best to do a role call: who here has been marked by the facists that run this prison?
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Resettling a little, he crosses his legs and pats his lap, offering her a more comfortable seat. "So! You know how to reach out to the Network and feed it your thoughts so that others may hear them - this is an extension of that. Only instead of what you are thinking, it is what you are hearing, or seeing, or touching. That sort of thing. I learned by doing them one at a time, and I think the easiest thing is sight. I would like to give you my sight, but I want you to pay attention to how it feels in your head, okay? And what the differences are between your sight and mine."
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He takes a breath to cue her and as he exhales he lends her his sight. It's from a taller standpoint, of course, and perhaps a little sharper than she is used to. The viewpoint pans slowly around, focusing on different book spines or bones in the shelves. He is finding items with a similar texture, if not color, but whether she will notice that is questionable.
"Remember how it feels. Match how similar it is to hearing someone speak in your mind. See the differences in what I see? Think about how you would see this. I am going to fade out... There." He drops his hand. "What did you notice?"
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"The books were the same," Maria says after a long moment. "Not their colors, but their... surfaces. Textures? Is that the right word?"
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So she concentrates really, really hard and tries to do what Alcuin showed her and after a couple minutes Alcuin will be granted the sight of his very own ears and the side of his head for a few seconds.
"Uu. Did that work?" Maria asks.
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This time it holds steadier.
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Leaning back, he presses the cloth to his lips and a moment later the phantom scent of chocolate comes to her nose.
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Then he cuts the link with a grin and casts one more time (oranges) and hands her the cloth. "See what I mean? Your turn! Don't tell me what it is - make me smell it!"
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