[open] You always wanted a visit, right?

[highly_gifted]

Who: Feivel and/or Nat and YOU
What: Just opening doors from the ghost zone into places and then?????
When: First half of April, pick your date!
Where: Anywhere!

Exploring the ghost zone is great. It's a weird and new place and a certain set of siblings is having a field trip. Most of the time, they're together, but sometimes they split up or one of them goes alone.

They peek out through almost all doors that they find, unless Nat's Force senses tell her that something bad is behind the door (and then sometimes Fe opens it anyway). Maybe they look out at a street where your character is just standing, but maybe they open a door right into their bedroom too, or something else entirely...

((Please make a note in your subject line regarding if you want to encounter Feivel or Nat or both of them))

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[highly_gifted]

"Sure, but I don't go to galleries and things like that. And what you're making doesn't look like it's going on a bus advertisement."

He holds up the device so she can see it. "GPS data to make a map of where those holes are in this dimension." The thing doesn't belong to him, but he won't say that unless asked.

[copper_loved]

"You should. There's a lot to be learned from them," she said, "And I hope Mr. Benedict will let me show some of my work in his."

She looks at the thing in his hand.
"I didn't think your and Nat's parents were cool enough to let you have things like that. Do you have some kind of uplink back home where all the data is being kept to make this map?"

[highly_gifted]

"It's stored on this and we upload it back home. More secure." As safe as a GPS device can be, anyway.

"How do you know Arnold?"

[copper_loved]

"Better hope you don't lose it, then."

She lifted her chin defiantly.
"He talked to me. He said he recognized the people in my drawings. He said one was of him."

[highly_gifted]

"I'm not planning on." He checks quickly that it got the signal and then pockets it again. And he perks up at that.

"You didn't know whom you were drawing?" That could have multiple causes, one of them that she simply used pictures found online, but if it is at all echo-related...

[copper_loved]

"I thought it was just something in my imagination," she said, "But maybe it wasn't."

She gestured toward a stack of papers on a nearby table.

"They're over there, if you want to look at them."

[highly_gifted]

For a moment he is tempted to say "depends", thinking back to how adamant Arnold is about him not looking at the words of the Oath. But curiosity is stronger, and besides, he won't limit himself when he doesn't have to, so he walks over and flips through the papers.

He braced himself for the echo before it came, but it still takes a moment for him to adjust to it and the knowledge that comes with it.

"What are they to you?" He picks up one more or less at random, holding it up to make clear what he means.

[copper_loved]

"What aren't they?"

She looks at the picture he picked up. Oh. The one of the redhaired twins playing a game. Seeing him hold it, she felt a strange mix of pride and annoyance flash in her.

"Be careful.. I don't want you to hurt one of them."

She moves over to the stack.

"I see them in my mind, clear as day. They seem familiar, but maybe just because I've seen them for so long. But, Mr. Benedict recognized them too. He had names for all of them."

Delicately, she pages through them. She pauses at one and laughs.
"He said this one was his father." She traces her fingers lightly over the lines. "I drew a lot of him. He looks a little like you in 20 years, maybe."

[highly_gifted]

He lets her take the page from him and studies her while she moves through her drawings, taking in her ears and hair (so much like that of the Elf that he remembers as Maitimo, Fëanáro's eldest son) but not commenting on anything yet. He is about to make a comment regarding Arnold but then Aubri says that one of the pictures is Arnold's father, and he moves around and to her side to look over her shoulder and see the picture that she is looking at.

"Why did you draw a lot of him?" He can easily see the resemblance (and really, it's not surprising. After all it is/i> him at some point in the future. Not 20 years, maybe, but still a future him.

[copper_loved]

She shrugs.
"I don't know. I just... really wanted to see his face sometimes. Sometimes it made me happy. Sometimes... not. But I still just wanted to see it."

[highly_gifted]

People walking over his grave and all that - it's not a feeling that he can actually verify, considering that he's never been dead and buried, but if it is really a thing he imagines that it must be somewhat like this.

"But you don't know why it makes you happy or "not"?" There's a strong inflection on the 'not', though it doesn't carry a specific emotion.

[copper_loved]

"Up until very recently, I thought they were all just things I had made up. Artistic imagination. Lots of girls draw things like Elves or fairies or whatever, so it never seemed weird. I thought it was like that for everyone. And if I felt mad or frustrated, it was because I spent so long trying to get it just right, like it was the picture's fault somehow."

She frowned at him.
"Don't you feel the same way when you're tinkering sometimes?"

[highly_gifted]

"Maybe." He takes a step away and finds a place to sit down. The answer is yes, more correctly, he assumes that he knows what she is talking about there. But at the same time... "I do, however, not draw pictures of people who exist in this life as well."

[copper_loved]

"I didn't know they looked like real people when I drew them, so that's not exactly fair. You don't expect real people to just walk into your life out of your drawings," she retorts. "It's not like I'm psychic... or... am I?"

[highly_gifted]

"I don't expect some girl to draw me, either." He rubs his head - not quite a headache oncoming, but the motion feels rather appropriate anyway (okay, he might be a bit dramatic but really? Really?) "And maybe you are? For all we know Elves might just be."

[copper_loved]

"What does being a girl have to do with it?"

She gave him a hard look.
"...are you?"

[highly_gifted]

"You've never seen me before." That sounds a lot more reasonable than 'it's weird', so let's go with that.

"And no. And at this point I can't tell if Fëanáro was."

[copper_loved]

"Still has nothing to do with me being a girl. Just maybe with me being a psychic."

She pursed her lips.
"So maybe not all of them, huh? But... You are him? What are you doing in my head like that?"

[highly_gifted]

"An echoed memory." He shrugs and reaches around her to pick through the sketches, pushing the sheets away from the stack until they form a circle. "In the same way ...he here entered your head, Tyelkormo, Celegorm, Turkafinwë, a great hunter and beastmaster. Or ...he. Carnistir, Caranthir, Morifinwe, whose talents chiefly lie at his grandmother's side, and it is a pity that she does not remain to teach him.

This one. Maitimo, or Nelyafinwë, Russandol... Maedhros. The eldest, strong but with little talent in any area. A good older brother though, reliable and trustworthy.

Or Arnold, of course. Makalaurë, Maglor. A great singer and composer. Or any of their brothers. ...Are there no women that you remember in the same way?"