i believe i can fly

[self_composed]

Alice eventually goes home for the evening.

Bella goes up and sits in her room.

She has five hexes.

Five.

That's rather a lot of hexes.

She gets out her notebook, with the lists, and she makes some wishes.

And then she goes to bed, grinning.

In the morning it will be time to make plans.

Comments

[self_composed]

"Preferences on manner of sensation?" Bella inquires. She's meanwhile writing down possible forms she could receive thoughts in.

[edgeofyourseat]

"Dunno," he says, shrugging. "Not something too distracting, but something I can't mistake for anything else. So I'll know, you know?"

[self_composed]

Bella shrugs and writes down various existing senses plus "novel input?" on that list. "The advantage of this, I suppose, is that if I ever want general mindreading powers, I can arrange for them to work differently, without notifying anybody. So it makes sense to do this separately even if I do later decide I want to be able to spy on everybody."

[edgeofyourseat]

Alice grins.

"Awesome."

Om nom pancakes!

[self_composed]

Write-write-write. "Help yourself to as many of those as you want, and let me know when you're all done so I can freeze the rest."

[edgeofyourseat]

"Okay!"

Mmmmpancakes oh hey.

"Djwff," he says with his mouth full; swallows; tries again. "D'you wanna give yourself a perfect memory? Wonder if that'd be a hex or a pentagon."

[self_composed]

Bella stops, and looks at her notebook.

"Huh," she says. "I wouldn't need these anymore."

[edgeofyourseat]

"Is what I was thinkin'," Alice agrees.

[self_composed]

Bella makes another list - she doesn't want to miss something and wind up with just, say, a photographic memory - but this is a quick one.

"Not a pentagon," she says after a moment. And then, "Hex did it."

[edgeofyourseat]

"Cool," Alice says sunnily.

He helped!

[self_composed]

Bella shuts her notebook, leans back, and thinks.

[edgeofyourseat]

Alice eats his pancakes.

[self_composed]

"Are you sure you don't have a preference on what it should feel like to have your mind read? 'Cause you're the one who has to live with it," Bella says.

[edgeofyourseat]

"...You could test things out with squares," he suggests. "Just wish for me to feel such-and-such for a bit and I'll tell you if I like it. Because even if I thought of something I thought I'd like and told you about it, you might not wish for it exactly the way I thought it and I might not think it exactly the way it'd end up."

[self_composed]

"Makes sense." She starts out with a stereotypical sensation of 'being watched', which has no direct analogue but is very distinctive.

[edgeofyourseat]

"...hmm," says Alice. "It's okay, I guess. Dunno if I want it to be the one."

[self_composed]

She shrugs and tries the sensation of being patted on the head. "Except," it occurs to her, "that might be confusing if I actually pat you on the head."

[edgeofyourseat]

"Oh my god, that's adorable," he says, "and also no way, because yes."

[self_composed]

Bella bumps it up a level of abstraction: like 'being watched', but 'being touched' instead - noplace in particular, no particular way. "Hm?"

[edgeofyourseat]

"Ooh," says Alice. He wriggles a little in his seat, as though trying to find the point of contact, and then settles. "Yeah. That. That's nice. I like that."

[self_composed]

"Enough that we shouldn't spend a few more squares and minutes trying other ideas?"

[edgeofyourseat]

"You can if you want, but I like it," he says. "Up to you if you wanna try to find something I'll like more."

[self_composed]

She shrugs. "We'll go with this one. I bet I can modify it later with a pentagon at the most, if I have a better idea."

She moves on to the next parameter in her now-purely-mental list, which is how all this will feel to her.

[edgeofyourseat]

"'Kay," he says contentedly.

[self_composed]

"What are your thoughts like?" Bella asks. "Verbal, visual...?"