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Ghost-Hunting
Dramatis Personae Peter, Faelan, Sophie
In Absentia	2013-04-17 She would have gotten away with it too, if it weren't for you nosey kids...!
Location <XS> Second Floor Hall - FL2
The main hallway of the second floor runs lengthwise through the building, secondary corridors branching off at regular intervals. Tall windows at either end allow daylight to filter in, while rows of recessed lights in the ceiling bathe the hall with an incandescent glow come nighttime. The hardwood floor has a slight creak to it. Peter is sneaky-sneaky. Clad in black - black hoodie, black dress slacks, black tabi socks - with only his redonkular glasses and camera wrapped 'round his neck - he sneak-sneaks along the hallways during the night, hands and feet /clinging/ to the walls - moving sideways, close to the ceiling, out of immediate sight. PEEEEEEERing. And hunting. For ghost-people. Sneak, sneak, scuttle, scuttle. Yawning and moving down the hallway with bleery eyes, Faelan was dressed in pajama pants with penguins on them, and his hugest grey hoodie on top. The murder doom of the day earlier was keeping him awake, and being awake in his own room wasn't helping to alleviate concerns. And thus he was wandering the halls, figuring if any instructor or someone who didn't want him in the halls came along, he could just invisible till they went past. "Psssst." Very quietish, at first. But soon, a bit louder: "/Pssssst/. Faelan. Don't freak out." Now, coming closer - ah. There he is. A Peter. Clamboring up along the wall besides Faelan, hands slapping - somehow /sticking/ - to the surface as he scuttles besides him. "...are you looking for the ghost too?" Peering bleary eyed at Peter, Faelan seemed somewhat out of it as he said, "Silly Peter, this is my nightmare not yours, Why are you here?" Blinking a few times as if realizing that wasn't particularly the right coordination of reality, he tilted his head sideways to look at wall crawling Peter. "Wait, I'm awake aren't I. Why are you on the wall when I'm awake Peter?" "Because I'm hunting /ghosts/, Faelan," Peter announces, as if this were the most obvious thing in the /world/. "Isn't that what you are doing? Why are you wearing PJs Faelan you don't hunt ghosts in PJs." Peter shifts, his hands unattaching from the wall; his feet slip down, crouching with his back against it - somehow still attached, like a perched gargoyle. "Do you have any ghost hunting equipment? I brought a camera and a flashlight and some snacks." Shaking his head, Faelan looked at Peter like he was crazy. "There is no such thing as ghosts Peter. I couldn't sleep so I was going out wandering." Shoving his hands into his hoodie pockets, he glanced around the halls to make sure no one else was coming. "It was probably just the mansion settling, or well anything else." He had enough scary things in his life, he did not need more. At some point, the boys may notice that there is a red-haired girl seated daintily near a wall a few feet behind Faelan. Daintily perched in the air, as if seated in an /invisible chair/, her long hair floats in the air around and above her head as though she were underwater. She's even wearing a dress that evokes the image of a jellyfish; all white and tendrils. And where she's sitting, part of her hair and one of her arms tends to disappear into the wall she's sitting - floating? - next to. Almost like a ghost. "Of /course/ there's no such thing as ghosts what do you think I am some sort of /crazy/ person? I know there are no such thing as ghosts but everybody here thinks there /is/. They keep talking about an apparition with red hair who's all transparent and floaty but /obviously/ it's just--" Peter's whispered rush is cut off by the fact that Peter now notices someone /behind/ Faelan. And then - wordlessly - Peter's camera is plucked up. There is a quiet *whirr*, followed by a *click* *click* *click*. GOTCHA GHOST FACE. "Then if you Know theres no such thing as ghosts why are you hunting one?" Faelan was asking until Peter got his camera up and started clicking. Turning his head slowly until he saw the figure, he blinked, and blinked again, as he backed up against a wall and just sorta slid down it. "Okay, I take it back. There are ghosts. Or I'm hallucinating from lack of sleep." Waving a hand in front of his eyes, then looking back to the girl, he was hoping he was just going crazy instead. That would be nice. The ghost, notably, doesn't even seem to notice that there's any kind of discussion going on about her. Instead, she leans forward a bit, extending one hand.. and when she brings it back towards herself, it's suddenly holding a teacup. "It hardly seems fair for you to have /forgotten/," she says, her tone a bit perturbed. Frowning a little, even. "Waaait..." Peter says, looking over his camera, now. Eyebrows /scrunched/. "I think I've seen - Sophie? Sophie is that you? Sophie hey. Hey, SOPHIE." Peter starts to wave with one hand - even as the other one waves madly. "Sophie it's PETER can you hear me?" *Click, click, click*. "She's not a /ghost/ this is just some weird - power - thing. /Obviously/ there are no such things as ghosts and this proves it." Actually, this doesn't prove it, but don't tell Peter that. He just keeps taking pictures. Wait, Sophie? Faelan tilted his head looking at her face more, huh. "Oh, um, hullo Sophie, uh, if its you and not a ghost or something." He continued sitting on the floor, and was much tempted to not be very visible. "If its Sophie, Peter you should perhaps stop taking pictures of her in her night gown?" Really, at this point all it proves is that Sophie was a ghost /this whole time/. o: But contrary to their last meeting, this time Sophie ... doesn't seem to notice Peter at all. No flinch or anything. But even with the weird clothes and also weird makeup, it is undeniably that girl. She sets down her teacup again, which subsequently vanishes, and pushes herself forward and out of the invisible chair ... to stand about six inches off the floor. "Three years, and you can't even buy me a looking glass! Even if you forgot, that isn't an excuse!" And she starts to storm off, walking through Faelan in the process unless he moves. "Huh-wh--" At the mention of Peter taking pictures of Sophie in a /nightgown/, Peter turns a brilliant shade of red; the camera is instantly dropped, left to dangle around his neck. But when Sophie begins to have a chat with - who is she talking to? - no one in particular, and walk right /through/ Faelan as if he wasn't there - Peter's eyebrows scrunch tightly together. "...wait what is... is this a memory? Or is she dreaming - or, talking to someone...?" Suddenly, Peter /leaps/ - landing on the wall behind Faelan, where Sophie emerged. Ear against the wall. Crawling along, /listening/. Closing his eyes and cringing, Faelan didn't move when she moved towards him. Opening an eye tentatively and not seeing her, he looked confused more. "Where did she..." As Peter jumped at the wall, he eeped and ducked, then moved out of the way. "So she went through me? That's so weird..." Looking at the wall, then to Peter he thought, "Did she go into someone elses room? Should we go check her room and see if her room mate is okay?" He honestly wasn't sure what to do with other peoples powers, especially when she didn't seem to know what she was doing. Sophie reappears quickly enough, on the opposite side of Faelan once again, though this time she's dressed a little less -- oddly. Shorts, a long t-shirt, sunglasses, and her hair is obeying the laws of physics at least. Though this time she's about knee-deep in the floor. "That would be /super great/!" She exclaims, happily, to whoever it is she's talking to. "I just have to find Julie, I left her upstairs, but we'll be right back I /promise/!" Peter frowns as Sophie reappears /elsewhere/, his head popping up from the wall, and... "...hn." And then, suddenly, he's on the ground - besides Faelan - fishing into his hoodie pocket, pulling out - a phone! The red phone is lifted, snapping yet /another/ photo of Sophie, before he suddenly begins dialing in a number... simultaneously sending the picture to Sophie's own - /and/ calling her. "...maybe this'll work." Nodding, and moving a little farther from ghost Sophie, Faelan watched it a little. "I hope she's okay. If that doesn't work, maybe we need to wake a teacher, get a telepath or something." Waving his hand in front of ghost Sophies face trying to get some reaction, he waited at least to see if Peter got any result from phoning before panicing lots. The image of Sophie starts to fade a little, then. Astute Peter Parkers may notice that when the phone rings, she faaaades.. and between rings, she remains steady before faaading a bit more with the next ring. Similarly, her voice starts to get quieter as well. Ghost Sophie also pulls out a ghost cell phone--! But this may be unrelated to Peter's calling her. Quietly - though it's less that she's being quiet, and more like a volume knob has been turned down -- she listens to it for a moment, then looks at it and frowns. "It isn't ring--" And that's when she abruptly disappears, and Peter will hear a mumbled, "blragharwhhhh?" "SOPHIE," Peter exclaims, eyebrows now /knitted/ together. "SOPHIE YOU ARE A GHOST." Then, after a moment of consideration, he soon adds: "I mean, not actually a ghost. Sophie you were sleeping and you were out here in the hall being all, like - you were /wandering/ the halls half-transparent um, I'm sorry did you already know you do this. I got pictures. Um." Peter looks up to Faelan, then. "...um, yeah I think she is - like - projecting herself while she is sleeping. Sleep-projecting." "Ooooh," Faelan said as he was enlightened. "Does she need anything?" He was a bit confused by her powers, but he couldn't point figures at odd things when he could do what he did. "I'm glad I don't sleep teleport, that would be problematic. I guess you sticking to your sheets wouldn't be too bad though" Still half-asleep, or maybe ... nine-tenths asleep, Sophie mumbles, "Nice work, Sherlock." There's a sound like sheets rustling as she rolls over in her bed, makes a few more sleepy noises and allllmost sounds like she's going to fall asleep with the phone cradled against her ear, then suddenly, "WHAT! Where are you?? Which hallway!?" "I - we're in the one that connects the boy's and girl's halls," Peter explains, looking up and around. "I don't - see you anymore, though. You disappeared when I called you. Um. You were wandering around talking about mirrors and stuff and, uh - actually I got a /bunch/ of pictures but you were wearing a nighty I can totally delete those I was taking them to prove ghosts aren't real. Faelan's here too." Peter moves his mouth away from the phone, briefly covering the receiver with his hand. "I don't think so I think she is surprised. I don't even think she /realized/." Another mystery solved. And she would have gotten away with it too, if it weren't for those nosey kids...! "I think she might be embarassed. I mean, its like sleep walking but you can go through walls. So you'd end up in everyone else's rooms even." Faelan nodded, knowing full well about embarassment. "I mean, her clothing keeps changing and all, so what if she was wearing something embarassing, and you were taking pictures of it. She'd probably hate you forever for it." Right around Peter mentioning what hall he's in, Sophie sets her phone down and -- doesn't actually hear much of the rest of his explanation. And shortly after, he'll hear a door open loudly and close -- not so loudly, whoops, there's people sleeping, and the sound of bare feet running down the hall. Not that she has to go very far. In what she will later deem 'probably more embarassing than what was already seen', Sophie stands, one hand against the entryway to the girls' hallway, breathing heavily, long red hair in all sorts of disarray like an angry /lion's mane/, and she's dressed in... a blue shirt and bright blue-and-green plaid PJ pants. Between breaths she pants out, "WHAT did you SEE?" "Oh jeez no," Peter responds to Faelan, and then he's talking in the phone, oblivious to the fact that Sophie is no longer /there/. "Sophie don't hate me forever I'm /sorry/ I just thought you were messing with peepz I'll totally--" And then Peter hears the sound of bare feet slapping against floor, and Peter's /blinking/ - promptly airborn, sticking to the wall behind Faelan - back to the wall, nearly up on the ceiling, his feet and one hand attached to the surface. With the other hand, he's holding the phone - which he is promptly hanging up. "/OhGod/," Peter exclaims, before: "NOTHING. I mean, you were just wearing - weird PJs." /Bright/ apple-red. Peter's already shoving shoving the phone in his pocket, grabbing the camera, pulling up the pictures. "I'll delete them /right/ now I swear--" Eeep angry girl, Faelan, looked back and forth in the hallway as Sophie stormed towards them. "Erm, uh." Stepping away a few steps from Peter and wrathfulness, Faelan was pressed up against the other wall. "Its true, you weren't wearing anything embarassing or saying anything weird or anything. I promise." Deeeeep slow breaths. Sophie is staring more at Peter, since he's the one who /called/ her, but she also whirls on Faelan. "Nothing??" Her gaze darts between the two of them, /not sure who to believe/, but finally she settles on, "Delete everything! Nothing happened! I wasn't here, IT WASN'T ME!" Yes, that's -- that's entirely believable. "And-- nothing happened!" "Well I mean let's be honest she /was/ saying some weird stuff," Peter corrects Faelan, almost /absently/. "I mean somethin' about a looking glass and three years and Julie--" At Sophie's sudden furious summary of the events, Peter blink-blinks -- and rapidly starts thumbing the delete key. DELETE. DELETE. DELETE. "Yeah okay, but I mean, you should /probably/ talk to somebody about this, I mean -- maybe there's a way to -- like -- not -- I mean ohGod that could be /so/ embarassing if you do it whenever you are dreaming, some of my dreams are /so/ weird, and--" Peter proceeds to turn bright red again, looking at Faelan. As if for help, here. Faelan was shaking his head No No No No as Peter kept talking, and with a quick glance down at something in his hand, the scaredy boy was not to be seen. Still, he must have still been there, since his voice still emanated from the hallway. "Um, the shouting will draw people. And you're currently in your real pajamas, which we aren't seeing of course." There was a bit of shuffling as if moving, and doors opened a crack as if someone were looking down the hall ways. "I can help you get back to your room without anybody else seeing, if you want." "Waugh!!" Sophie /rushes/ at Peter, grabbing at him!!, maybe it wasn't the /best idea/ to be honest. "It didn't--!! No! Let's--" And Faelan-- doesn't quite take the words out of her mouth, but does say something she was thinking. "REC ROOM. This is not a good place to /talk/." Yes, talking, that is all that she has in mind. Not.. delicious murder. "That's okay, Fae, my pajamas are /awesome/ and where did you go? You're not getting out of this that easily!" Looking around to try to find him. Didn't he say something about being able to turn invisible? Ohhh what a cheater. Peter's eyes almost /bulge/ out of his skull as Sophie rushes at him. "Whoa whoa /whoa/," and suddenly he's on the /ceiling/, now, except this requires /all four/ appendages because he learned (the hard way) that the ceiling can't support all of his weight when he sticks to it with less than three limbs. He /scuttles/ over Sophie's head, high up in the air, peering down at her. "He turns invisible when he gets scared - Faelan, she's not gonna - okay /relax/," Peter tells Sophie. "We can talk or whatever we won't tell anyone right Faelan." "I think its safer for me if I head back to sleep now." There was more feet shuffling, but Faelan was trying to perhaps be slightly less noisesome in the moving, but it was definitely going towards the boy's hallway. "When she is less angry after murdering you, it will probably be safe to talk to her again." "Faelan!" Sophie -- sort of whisper-yells, now that she's aware of the fact that oh right it's /night/, and sort of dives in a random direction, arms outstretched to GRAB without taking hold of anything. "I'll-- you're next!" Really it isn't like she's /that/ intimidating, though the ... angry hair probably doesn't help. Pointing back up at Peter she says. "YOU," and points to the rec room all angry like, stalking in that direction and doing her best not to slam the door behind herself. "Um. He's - you don't want to startle him badly, he might accidentally teleport you to the moon," Peter says, although this is a bit hushed. He is still on the ceiling - still out of Sophie's immediate grabbing range. He doesn't scuttle, though - it's hard to move up there /and/ keep sufficient limbs attached to not simply tumble down. So when Sophie moves for the rec room, Peter detaches - dropping to the floor with a whump, eyebrows knit together - camera back up in his hands again. DELETE. DELETE. DELETE. Following. (Faelan-->Peter) Do not die. (Faelan-->Sophie) I am very very sorry. I did not see anything, and don't remember anything about tonight, which completely didn't happen. Please don't kill me. Once Peter enters the rec room, Sophie is already seated at one of the window seats, which she figures is furthest away from any hallways and /listeners-to/. She actually seems to have calmed down considerably, given the circumstances!! Having a second to breathe will do that, apparently. Once Peter enters the rec room and gets close enough to her, she holds out her hands a little pleadingly and explains, "It's just-- /embarassing/ and-- did I say anything? About -- uh. Anything that. You might have. Noticed. ?" Peter steps into the room - still clad in his black hoodie and black dress slacks - frowning as he glances back over his shoulder, as if to check and see if Faelan's following. But, no. /Invisible/. Right. He looks back to Sophie, then - one last DELETE. "NNnn... well you said," he pauses, trying to remember. "Something about someone forgetting something - no excuse - three years - looking glass - and then you disappeared. When you showed up the second time, you were dressed in a t-shirt and stuff? And sounded excited and talked about getting Julie from upstairs." Not a bad memory, Mr. Parker! As he strides toward Sophie, he's flushing. "But, yeah I can imagine that is embarassing, I mean - I won't tell anyone --" Sophie lets out a loooong sigh, partially of relief, partially of exasperation. She nods, and finally thinks to run her hands through her hair, straightening it out a little and pulling it back to be ... slightly less scary. "That's, um. My power is pretty much ... that. And it's like... I guess my parents found out before I did, 'cause a couple times our neighbor was like 'Oh man, the weirdest thing happened, I coulda sworn I saw Sophie in my kitchen but then she disappeared' and it.. happened a few times and they asked me about it and I was like, what?" She waves her hands around illustratively as she talks. "And I figured out I was doing something in my sleep, and I figured out how to do it when I'm /not/ sleeping but sometimes it happens in my sleep and you pretty much just told me what I was dreaming about before you called. Soooo." "Man," Peter says, nose wrinkling, "that /is/ freaky, I mean - I don't remember half my dreams but holy /crap/ I wouldn't want someone peeking into them, I mean, sometimes I'm not even wearing /pants/--" Bright red again. Before adding: "Have you talked to - uh, Xavier, yet? I mean, about your power. He's the bald guy. He can read people's minds. He might be able to help you with it - he helps some of us who can't, uh, control our powers very well. But, like, otherwise... I mean, it's not a /huge/ deal, at least I know if there's some weird ghost girl in the hallways it's just you /dreaming/, and I can stay out of its way." Sophie shakes her head slowly, with a bit of a blush of her own. "No, I just... I guess I'm sort of trying to pretend it doesn't happen? I mean-- I'm not ashamed of it or anything, I just... I mean, when I'm /awake/ it can be totally cool and all. Like, I can go up in the air and stuff and.. it isn't really like /flying/ it's more like standing on a really high ledge and--" She pauses, shakes her head. "Er, anyway. I guess I probably /should/, I've just been kind of hoping I would figure it out on my own." "You totally should," Peter replies, and now he's leaning back in the chair he's perched himself in, like this is all so /easy/. "I mean, you can't figure this stuff out for yourself /no/ one can figure this stuff out for themselves, it's all just totally nuts. Like, my brain runs a mile a /minute/ right? But Dr. McCoy, he takes me through these sessions where I've got to focus. He's even been trying to get me to meditate and stuff it's all... wait, did you say you can /fly/?" Not really, but Peter has decided to ignore the part where she said it isn't /really/ like flying. Because now it is totally like flying. "You can /fly/," he repeats. "Like, floaty dream-form fly?" Sophie actually manages a little laugh at the sudden shift, there, and shakes her head. "It's not really-- I guess it's kind of-- it isn't really /flying/. It's more like... it's like gravity doesn't make a difference, you get what I mean? Cause if I'm standing on the floor I'm not really /there/ I just look like it and-- do you want me to just show you? It's -- it's not as embarassing when I /know/ I'm doing it and I guess I should get comfortable with showing people anyway." Peter /peers/ at Sophie as she offers to show him. And then: "Like, you can do it... now? /Here/?" He glances around the rec room. Then back at Sophie. "Okay," he says, but as he does so, he reaches into his backpack - scrounging for something. Are those... wrist-watches? Unusual looking ones. SAFETY PRECAUTION. A very bizarre one. "Like, it's not /dangerous/ right?" he adds. "Sure, it isn't like I need props or anything. And-- what? You think it'd be /more/ dangerous when I'm actually controlling it than when I'm not?" As she talks, Sophie slides down onto her back on that cushion, hands folded on her belly as she looks over at Peter, one eyebrow raised. "It's just-- it /is/ gonna look weird for a minute so don't freak out or anything, okay?" She frowns a little, with concern!!, and turns her head back to the ceiling. Shuts her eyes, and after a moment of /intense concentration/, her body goes all limp and she might be DEAD (but probably not). Peter's mouth opens a moment after she says 'don't freak out', but then he closes it. When she shuts her eyes, he mumbles: "I don't freak out." But then... she goes limp. And his eyes /pop/ open. And immediately, he is moving toward her. "Oh /man/ did you just -- you aren't dead right? Don't be /dead/." Wait she said /don't/ freak out. Peter, through an act of sheer /willpower/, forces himself to lower his hands. "...okay not freaking out." "Wooo~ooo~" A /spooky noise/ comes from behind Peter, Sophie apparently opting to be /mean/ as she projects ghastly ghost image behind him. Well, ghastly Sophie image. Who looks pretty much identical to the Sophie laying on the window-seat. "No, I'm sorry, that's mean," she adds, with a little laugh nonetheless. Walking a bit more properly on the floor, now, as opposed to earlier dreamforms, Sophie Part 2 waves an arm through the wall as she looks to Peter. "See? Even if it was, like, dangerous or whatever, I can't touch anything anyway. Worst I can be is scary." /Now/ Peter freaks out a bit. Not at the 'wooo~oooing'; well, maybe a /little/. But at the sudden realization - there are TWO Sophies in this room. One who is apparently dead (well, just a little) and another who is... /transluscent/. Peter jumps, spinning around to face Sophie, gawking. And then /approaching/. Slowly, mind you - carefully! - as she waves an arm through the wall. Reaching, ever so precariously, for her other hand - to see if his fingertips pass through. "Whooooooooa," Peter says, eyebrows /grinding/ together. "...you're... like, a /ghost/." "/Like/ a ghost," Sophie II is quick to clarify. And Peter's fingers do, indeed, pass right through her hand. Which she conveniently holds out. "The other day, when we were talking about your LARPing thing I said something about how stuff flying around isn't necessarily a problem for me. This is what I meant." She grins a little, awkwardly, and folds her hands behind her back. "I don't usually do it this close to like, real me, it's sort of creepy just a second." Actual!Sophie can be seen to frown a bit with added exertion, were Peter to look that way, then Sophie II is abruptly wearing a black hoodie, black dress slacks and black tabi socks, and hair in pigtails. "Is this less creepy?" Peter briefly glances back to Actual!Sophie - he catches that frown, and frowns a little himself - but when he turns back... Eyes /POP/ open. He jumps back a good three feet! "AH! You--changed! You're..." Sneak, sneak. Peering at Astral!Sophie more closely, now. "...you're wearing /my/ stuff wait how did you do... ooooh, oh, it's like - kinda like Jax with illusions and stuff - you can change - your looks. Clothes. Oh hey my costume looks kinda cool on you," Peter suddenly realizes, wrinkling his nose - but his eyes brighten at a thought. "Waaaaait... you can change clothes - can you change /appearance/ too? Like can you make yourself... a /vampire/?" "Yeah! It's-- I don't know. It isn't really... It's sort of like, I can change what I'm /wearing/ and what my /hair/ is doing but I can't make myself like look different. Like I couldn't make myself a dude or a kid or a -- vampire or anything and that is /super lame/." She also blushes a little bit, at the comment on ~how she looks~, and rubs her elbow with the opposite hand. "It kind of freaks me out looking at myself like that I mean it's /weird/, and I couldn't think of anything else and I mean you're standing right there." Blush blush, nibble lip. "/Anyway/. Yeah it's just clothes. I dunno maybe eventually I'll be able to change the rest, I didn't used to be able to do clothes either but I figured that one out and sometimes I can move really really little things like light switches." "Vampires are - well, I guess they're kinda played out, yeah," Peter reluctantly admits. "I just thought it might be easy though because - it's like - makeup? Which is, uh, kinda like clothes." Sophie's blushing /almost/ risks making Peter blush, which will undoubtedly lead to an endless /cycle/ of ever-escalating blushes - but he quickly circumnavigates this risk by jumping on something else she said: "You can /move/ things too? Oh, man. Maybe eventually you'll figure out how to, like, go /invisible/ and spy on people and turn the lights off and basically your powers make you the /best/ at ghost pranks--" And then his hands clap together. /Thinking/ about this. Yes, let's focus on this shift in topic instead of /blushies/. Sophie rubs the back of her neck, grinning a little. "Y-- Yeah! Maybe! When I'm like, 30." And /decrepit/ and may as well be retired because /30/. So old. "I mean I can only do like... well like light switches and stuff. I was talking about it to Kisha and I figured out the best thing I can do is like, spying. I can pretend to be a reporter or something and then if I get found out, they can't catch me, and I can... flip a light switch to convince them that I'm not. A ghost." Awkward pause. "Wouldn't Faelan be better at doing invisible stuff anyway?" They could COLLABORATE. "Kisha - oh, yeah, she's kind of -" /Crazy/sauce. Peter gives a look off to the left, back toward Sophie's currently sleeping form. "...man, I can see how that totes freaks you out, that is kinda freaking /me/ out, I mean, it's fine but it is kinda /weird/ I can see how you'd be all 'buh?!' about it." He looks back to Sophie, then, grinning. "It's still really cool though - I mean you are basically a /ghost/ whenever you want. And, yeah. You can peek into /anything/ I mean, you could walk into /anywhere/ and, like, learn /all/ the things. Assuming all the things were within eyesight, at least," he adds. "Or find out what's in my neighbors' fridge and-- oh yeah! I was supposed to show you flying that was the whole point of this. Except it isn't flying." Peter may have noticed by now that the more Sophie talks to him the more she's sort of unconsciously talking /like/ him. It isn't her power, it's just. A thing she does. "Anyway okay so like. I pretty much can just-- do--" As she talks, she graaaadually drifts upward. It's kind of weird in that neither her hair nor her clothes act like they're 'moving' in any way, no billowing or anything, it just looks like she's standing still. "I sort of-- I'm not great in math but I always kind of think of it as like when you're graphing and you move stuff on different axes?" "...yeah, like linear algebra," Peter says, watching her suddenly - go up. "You're moving on the - yeah. It's kind of like..." He steps back, blinking - /puzzling/ at the way she rises up, as if in no relation to her environment - like she's just adding numbers to her current height value. "...kind of like you found the no-clip code in a video-game. That's pretty cool," he says, with a crooked grin. "How far can you go? Could you float up to like the /moon/ that would be pretty awesome. Or maybe in the ocean." OH. Peter's eyebrows snap up, like he just had a thought. Sophie stops just before her head would be hitting the ceiling, and she shakes it back and forth. "Nah, I can't get very far before I start to disappear and then actually disappear. That's another thing I figure I might be able to work on eventually though, but for now.. I dunno I could maybe go to the roof? I know about how far it is but I'm not good with numbers." Awkward sort of shuffle there. "Anyway this is weird." In an effort to make the transition look less bizarre, she 'walks' off to one side as she lowers herself back to the floor and also, incidentally, a little more out of view of her dead unconscious live body. "But if I'm near the water yeah I can go in it, I guess it is sort of like a video game." "...huh. Actually, um... maybe --" Peter gets a /sly/ look, now. For Peter, that consists of looking shiftily from the left and to the right. "Maybe I could... ask you to help me with something, then. Um. Are you doing anything this weekend?" Regardless of the answer, Peter will continue to babble at her endlessly about her power - and anything else! - for quite some time; until they either get too tired to natter, or some wandering teacher notices them and sends them scurrying back to their bedrooms!