[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))

Comments

[highly_gifted]

Give them to me.

[He very slowly rolls onto his back and closes his eyes though. Sleep. Yes, that would probably be the best idea now. But rocks shouldn't glow, so he's curious and wants to see...]

They need no light source at all?

[bythewaves]

Sure.

[ A part of him feels like he should be... upset? But Feivel is... Feanor too, so it's fine ]

So far as I can tell? Absolutely none. They do seem to... I guess soak up natural light. It might be my imagination but they seem brighter under moon or sun or starlight than they do inside.

[highly_gifted]

[He takes one of the rocks and raises it up so he can look at it, his fingers running over it.]

I would assume that they are made, but I cannot tell how.

[bythewaves]

Me neither. [ Arnold shrugs ] They have the look of something made, but... beats me how. I'm not a gemsmith, anyway. Dunno if they'll gain additional properties as we echo stuff back or not, either.

How's your head? Want an aspirin or something?

[highly_gifted]

What do you mean by gemsmith?

[Normally, he would note that kind of obvious seeming question down and google it later, but he's a bit too dazed for his pride to fully kick in.]

...Aspirin would be good.

[bythewaves]

Like... I'm not a specialist, mind! But in Tiffany's they show you the difference between an artificial gem, and a natural one - the artificial gems are always just a bit too perfect.

[ passing the aspirin yep ]

Here you go.

[highly_gifted]

These are perfect.

[He makes a face and chewing Aspirin but takes it anyway, though he swallows fairly quickly.]

I doubt that you could make them better.

[bythewaves]

[ Have a weird look ]

They look pretty perfect, yeah. That's what I mean. And I would think I couldn't, I'm an artist, not a craftsman.

[highly_gifted]

You might echo the abilities of a craftsman.

[Now he just has to wait until the painkillers start working.]

Do you mind if I sleep here for a while? [In the hopes that he'll feel better when he wakes up. He's also gathering the silms on his chest, balancing them there and cupping his hands over them. They aren't warm at all, but it still feels nice to have such a beautiful light this close.]

[bythewaves]

Iiiiii... doubt it but I guess it's theoretically possible. If... well someone showed me something recently, but it looks more like other-me used to be a musician.

No, that's fine. You're supposed to stay with someone when you have head injuries anyway. I'll wake you in half an hour.

[ The sight of Feivel snuggling with the jewels as if they were stuffed toys draws a twitch of amusement to his lips. Maybe he'll paint that. A damn sight less depressing that the image of Elwing that he can't get out of his head right now ]

[highly_gifted]

[He'll make a noncomittal sound and close his eyes, falling asleep and sleeping soundly for however long Arnold will let him. His hands never let go of the jewels on his chest.]

[bythewaves]

[ True to his word, he only lets him sleep for 30min before shaking him awake. He'll let him sleep again after, if he wants, but the rule is to make sure he at least rouses every 30mim. He also does sketch the image of Fievel cuddling with the Silmarils. Just because he can. ]

[highly_gifted]

[When he's woken for the fifth time, he sits up, letting the silms fall into his lap, and looks around in search of a clock.]

[bythewaves]

[ Arnold is seated nearby, painting. Rather than the fervent energy of before, he's settled now, content. The image on his page is Feivel, sleeping, curled around the Silmarils ]

Hey. [ He looks up at the movement ] How's your head?

[highly_gifted]

Better.

[Squinting at that picture. Did you just paint what he thinks he sees - well, knows he sees, it's rather hard to mistake it for something else.]

Why did you pain me?

[bythewaves]

[ Arnold's tempted to answer 'Because you look adorable' but he sincerely doubts that will go over well (but the Feivel in the picture is the image of perfect peace, curled around three stars in his hands, the image blurred just enough that unless you knew Feivel, you wouldn't be able to tell it was him) ]

I felt like it, I guess. It's nice to not... paint something Echo related for a change.

[highly_gifted]

[He gets off the couch carefully, placing the silmarils on the cushions before he stands and comes over to have a closer look at the picture.]

And yet you included the stones.

[bythewaves]

Yeah well. [ he shrugs ] It ...was something I felt fitting.

[highly_gifted]

...They do.

[Having them, he feels like he doesn't want to give them away again, though he can't see a good reason why he would feel that way. They’re just shiny rocks, after all. Pretty but for all that he knows not more than that.

But his house isn't particularly safe.] Do you have a safe?

[bythewaves]

Yeah. I've been mostly keeping the one I have in it, except when I need to paint. Did you want me to keep all three of em here?

[highly_gifted]

It would be the safest.

[He'd rather keep them with himself though, so the words come out a bit reluctant. Still, if it is Arnold...]