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[truesight]

So... Hi.

[ man it's tricky starting these things, isn't it? well, it wasn't the first time. but that was before she turned into a manic not-zombie for about a week, so. eh. anyway! she's not sick anymore, but she still looks a little worse for wear. she sounds tired, voice rough from screaming once she really started to lose it. she almost only went on voice instead, but she's not really the type to hide. even if the right side of her face is marked up still, dark scars of long scratches she gave herself while she was sick, trying to get the buzzing noise in her head to stop. the nanites might've amped her body's ability to heal, but traces of the Flare aren't completely gone just yet. STILL.

Rachel's been stuck in bed for too long, and if she can offer something helpful? she's going to do it. and no she's not thinking of the long-term, but she probably is going to leave the offer open for more than just this. compensation? what's that? ]

I know everybody's busy cleaning up and getting things back to normal, and I'm not, um, there yet with the being able to help thing, so... I thought I'd offer something I can do. [ taptaptaptap her fingers drum on the flat of her sketchbook, off screen ] The Porter, or whatever, gave me the power of being able to pull the things I draw off the page and make them real. Only stuff, and food, not animals or anything too complex, but. If anybody got reckless while they were sick, like I did, I guess I'm just offering to replace anything that might've gotten broken or destroyed because of all this.

Or- anything, I don't know. Clothes, food, supplies for rebuilding. Pretty much anything. I'd just like to help. [ she pulls on a grin, her hand moving up to absently scratch her face but aaaah no nope not doing that ] Just let me know, yeah? I was thinking about heading to the park later on, so I can meet people there, or- Wherever. Just let me know.

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[truesight]

[ she laughs because she didn't mean it so literally, but she nods ]

Good.

So. What can I draw you? Are you hungry?

[onthegroundsofbrooklyn]

Nah, just-

[He's always hungry but-]

Sit back and relax a bit.

[truesight]

I'm totally relaxed.

[ she even shuts her eyes and sighs, a big smile on her face ]

I'm solar powered, you see, the sun gives me all the energy I need.

[onthegroundsofbrooklyn]

Nothing's solar powered.

[Look, 1899, he's excited about gaslamps.]

[truesight]

What?

[ it's sort of a "wat." because ..what? but she's quick to catch herself ]

Oh. In my time solar power is a totally real, totally ecofriendly thing. You just need a solar panel which ..somehow absorbs the heat from the sun, or something, and turns it into power. That's just like me. Sitting in the sunshine gives me power.

[onthegroundsofbrooklyn]

Oh.

[He goes quiet a minute.]

Hey, Bubble, how much would you-

[He seems a little flustered.]

I need someone to teach me about the future. Someone who won't laugh. I'd ask Bluebird, but she's got too much on her plate.

[truesight]

Oh, yeah! Of course. I mean, there's some stuff here that we don't even have where I'm from - like hoverboards and stuff? - but I can help you with whatever I can. I'd love to.

[onthegroundsofbrooklyn]

You know more than I do.

[A lot more.]

[truesight]

True.

[ she wiggles in her seat a little bit, like she's just so tickled by that. but then she's sitting up properly again, grabbing her notebook ]

Oh, but, there is one thing you can definitely help me with. [ flipflipflip. eventually she's smoothing her fingers over a page that already has a drawing on it, very clearly sketched out with a good amount of thought in mind. so a moment later she's pulling a dark green corduroy newsboy cap, letting it spin around once on her finger once it's off the page. it's got a little more slouch to it than Spot's, buuuut only just cause her hair is huge and she knows it ] You can teach me how I should wear this.

[ not that it looks all that "wrong" when she flattens her hair and pulls it on, pulling the brim down a bit once her hair decides what it wants to do, then making an "ah?" face ]

[onthegroundsofbrooklyn]

[He catches his breath when he watches her do that, and lets it out in measured amounts, then laughs a bit, taking the cap in his hand from her head. It's a good one, with a good slouch for her hair.]

Nah, see, you almost got it, you just gotta-

[He tries to remember how he's seen the girls who his boys take as sweethearts do it, when they steal their boy's caps, or when he runs across the occasional girl who tries to make a go of it. They have a lot more hair than Rachel does.

So he moves her hair a bit, fiddles, and puts it on her head. It looks like it's always belonged there.]

It's a little new, but give it time, it'll fade up.

end scene soon mebbe?

[truesight]

[ she sits still while he fiddles, leaning down a little bit when it feels right to, then sits up straight again. she's pleasantly surprised by the fact that he actually adjusted the hat for her, and it's probably obvious by the way she's smiling ]

I feel considerably cooler now, so thank you for that.

Yes yes

[onthegroundsofbrooklyn]

[He tilts his head a bit.]

You got the look. Come on. Let's go help with this cleanup.