Thinking (open)

[dragon_dealer]

Cimorene is sitting beside the lake. She feels a bit guilty - she should be weeding the beans. But then, she should also be visiting Gareth. She should have slept more. But right now, she is watching the water and running a small, blue rubber ball through her fingers

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[young_baticeer]

Beatrice has her commonplace book out once more, and is working on making a rough map of the Mansion and its grounds. This is turning out to be more difficult than she expected, and she doesn't really notice Cimorene until she's standing right next to her.

When she notices her, she hesitates, not sure what to do. She can tell something's wrong, but she doesn't really know Cimorene well enough to ask about it. In the end she just gives an awkward wave and says "Hi."

[dragon_dealer]

"Oh, hi." She looks up at Beatrice. "Sorry I haven't found the fireproofing spell yet. I've been kind of busy. It does seem to work though, more or less, when I renewed my own."

[young_baticeer]

Beatrice shrugs. "That's okay. It doesn't matter right now anyway. I don't think I'll be leaving any time soon."

[dragon_dealer]

"Probably not. Homesick?"

[young_baticeer]

She sighs, sitting down next to Cimorene. "I've been homesick for the past two years. You'd think I'd be used to it by now."

[dragon_dealer]

She shrugs. "It happens. Besides, this is a new place. Always takes some adjustment." This is uncharacteristically charitable, for Cimorene.

T: *curses LJ notifs that just came today.

[young_baticeer]

"I'm trying to make a map." She shows Cimorene the rough outline she has so far. "But it's not going very well. I get the feeling this place doesn't like to be pinned down."

[dragon_dealer]

She glances at it, nodding. "One of the reasons I moved out to the woods. The caves were like that, back home."

[young_baticeer]

"It's so strange here." She looks out at the lake. "A spaceship full of little green men landed the other day. They wanted to find a telephone for some reason. I don't know where they went."

[dragon_dealer]

"...telephone?" The past three sentences make no sense to Cimorene.

[young_baticeer]

"Oh..." Beatrice blushes. She should have realised. "Sorry. It's a machine that lets you talk to people far away. I don't think the Mansion has one, though, or if it does I haven't found it."

[dragon_dealer]

"A type of magic, then?"

[young_baticeer]

"Not exactly. It's more of a - a mechanism. You speak into it, and a microphone picks up the vibrations that your voice makes and translates them into patterns of electrical current, and then..." She breaks off. "Er... do you know what electricity is?"

[dragon_dealer]

"Percy said it was something like lightning, I think. But I don't know what current is. Or microphones."

[young_baticeer]

"Current is when the electricity moves. Along a wire, normally, or if it's lightning the current passes through the air. And a microphone... it's used to record sounds, or to make them louder. There's a part that vibrates when a sound reaches it, and that... that somehow converts the sound into..." She pauses, trying to remember. "Drat. I used to know this. Violet would know..."

And typist has to go to bed now, sorry.

[dragon_dealer]

"Huh. So not magic, then, but a device."

See you. ^_^