here goes

[self_composed]

Bella schedules an appointment at Stanford. She breezes through sixteen hours of motorcycle class, mostly by demonstrating that the instructor is redundant and wouldn't he rather teach her exotic motorcycle tricks and then just mark her as passing the course? She plays in a soccer game against a Port Angeles high school and wins. She starts driving her bike to school, and she names it Tegu after a lizard of similar coloring, because it needed a name.

On Friday evening she's due to fly out, crash in a Stanford grad student's house overnight, interview on Saturday, and fly home that evening. She bikes for the airport, black leather gold-studded saddlebags over Tegu's back wheel carrying her luggage.

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[Yeah, but the effects of not having enough oxygen are actually a part of the experience,] he argues. [Why fake it when I don't have to?]

Also, there is no way on Earth he would keep to a routine anywhere near that regular. But that's kind of beside the point.

[self_composed]

[So you don't pass out by miscalibrating?] Bella says. [You can't make any wishes - such as taking the water out of your lungs and preventing it from doing whatever nasty stuff water will do in your lungs, preventing breathing aside - if you pass out.]

[edgeofyourseat]

[It's not actually gonna kill me, though.] Or at least the risk of it doing so is acceptably low. [So I can just fix it later.]

[self_composed]

[How about this: three states for the power,] Bella says. [By default, you don't need to breathe, but you will anyway if you're not paying attention, so you don't freak out observers. Change it on purpose, and you can inhale whatever you want, suffer the usual effects uninhibited, fun stuff. Fall unconscious, and you don't need to breathe anymore and your body will not automatically try to do it in case that would make things worse, but will expel whatever's in your lungs at the time.]

[edgeofyourseat]

[Unconscious as distinct from sleeping, because that could get awkward fast.]

[self_composed]

[I'm not sure how distinct passing out due to oxygen deprivation and sleep actually are,] Bella says. Her plane is starting to taxi. [But I guess magic is pretty good at telling those kinds of things apart.]

[edgeofyourseat]

[Yeah, they are actually not that similar,] says Alice.

He double-checks the power, holding the whole thing in his head to see if it feels like he missed anything. Nope. Okay.

A hexagon disappears from his necklace, and he experimentally holds his breath.

[self_composed]

Good timing, too, the plane's starting to take off. [Well?]

[edgeofyourseat]

Alice giggles over brainphone and gives her a thumbs-up.

[self_composed]

Bella smirks and starts trying to nap on the plane.

[edgeofyourseat]

It turns out that Alice has absolutely no problem keeping pace with Bella's window. He also feels absolutely no need to breathe, although he tries it once the plane levels off, just to see what happens. It feels kinda weird. No suffocation, though.

Whee!

[self_composed]

It's a medium-sized flight. Bella gets off at the San Francisco airport and meets the helpful grad student who's hosting her overnight. [Blue Camry,] she informs Alice, when said grad student has showed Bella to her car in the parking lot. [Parking lot A.]

[edgeofyourseat]

[Oh, like I know what one of those looks like,] he says, and contemplates whether he would rather have encyclopedic knowledge of cars or a Bella-compass. Definitely the second one.

[self_composed]

[That seems awfully narrow. Why not just a general tracking power?]

[edgeofyourseat]

[Okay, a person-compass,] Alice amends. [But I don't wanna always know where everyone is. That would get old fast. So a person-compass that tells me where somebody is if I ask it.]

He burns the hex, focuses on Bella, and follows his shiny new directional sense to the car in question.

[self_composed]

The grad student, whose name is Myra, pulls out onto the road. Bella makes small talk, about what she's studying (programming), and shows off a little in case anyone is going to ask this girl what the prospective student she hosted was like. Or in case she'll go on to be useful in her own right.

[What are you going to do overnight?] Bella asks Alice.

[edgeofyourseat]

[Fucked if I know,] he says serenely.

[self_composed]

[Okay. It isn't going to involve breaking into Myra's apartment, because that would be creepy,] Bella informs him.

[edgeofyourseat]

[Wait, what exactly would be creepy?]

[self_composed]

[Breaking into Myra's apartment invisibly and crashing there overnight where I'm going to be, would be creepy.]

[edgeofyourseat]

[Oh.]

Alice actually thinks it would be perfectly reasonable to sleep invisibly on the floor next to wherever Bella is sleeping, as long as Bella didn't mind. But she does, so that's out.

How about the roof? Is the roof creepy?

[self_composed]

[Not enough that I'd make a fuss about it.]

[edgeofyourseat]

[...That implies some, though,] he says. [How is the roof creepy?]

[self_composed]

[Well,] Bella says. [Would Myra and her roommates want you on the roof? If you did it visibly, would they tell you to come down, and call the cops if you wouldn't? You're thinking it's an apartment in an apartment building, but we don't know that; what if she has a shared house thing? If it's an apartment building it's probably against some rule but not creepy, I suppose.]

[edgeofyourseat]

[I don't think it's creepy. Unless somebody in that house is really attached to their roof, anyway.]