[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]

"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?"