strangetrip | Warm Jelly Donut

Clarice still didn't sleep in her room. There were trust issues and decorating taste issues, but she was spending more time at the 'compound' as she called the Inn. Since the inhibitor collar was removed, Clarice's powers had been broken. She was pretty sure it had to do with everything that had happened to her, at least she hoped so.

So far everything that she'd tried to teleport came back split in two, even after she'd visited the places. Sometimes, it wouldn't hold true and fizzle out after a couple of minutes. The frustration was growing and she knew that made it even worse. She could hear John in her ear to concentrate on something you like.

She sat in the lobby, in one of the padded chairs, with a glowing light between her hands and a bunch of tennis balls at her feet. There was a light from the ceiling above, that correlated to the one between her hands. Clarice picked up one of the balls and tossed it through the teleport only to have two halves fall at her feet.

"Warm Jelly Donut."

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"Not really." Clarice said before she turned her attention to the ... Munchkin? "They're supposed to stay in one piece." She motioned toward the whole tennis balls at her feet.

"Maybe you're messing up the spell wrong?" He looked at the tennis ball briefly. "Good you're not using human guinea pigs."

"It's tempting to use them." Clariss wouldn't mind putting Roderick Campbell through one right now, she didn't kill. Even when they deserved it.

"But it's not that... wait did you say spell? Like magic?" She smiled slightly, "someone made that comparison before. It's not magic, but I guess it can be seen that way."

Ah, she was one of those people who could do things as part of some thing inside of them that wasn't magic.

"Like some of the others here." Scanlan whistles a bit of a tune and then suddenly disappeared in a purple blimp and appeared on the opposite end of the couch instantly, having dimension-doored his way over.

"Holy shit, you can portal." It was ironic that her portals were purple light and her markings were purple and apparently his portals were purple, too.

"It's a spell for me, but yeah. I can do a bunch of other things, but that's one of my favourties." Scanlan looked pretty proud. "Great for escapes and getting into places."

"Yeah it is." Clarice nodded with a smile, "or at least it was one of the things I like, too." Her smile turned mischievous, "I've left a few tight places with the ability. Gotta ask though, you can't teleport out of here?"

"Nope. But that's not really what the spell's capable of. It's more smaller distances. I have to know where I'm going." And he could only bring people his own size or smaller, too. "I have a feeling even if I normally could, I wouldn't be able to."

"Yeah, I have to see where I'm going, too." Clarice nodded, "figured I wouldn't be able to teleport back." While she could do it over miles it would take a lot out of her and she wasn't sure if she could.

"This place likes to break the normal rules of things." Scanlan took a seat. "You'll find other annoying things soon, I'm sure." He paused. "Cool eyes, though."

"Thanks, I think." Clarice said with a hint of a smile, then added, "cool ears." She motioned toward his and then pulled her hair back so he could see her own pointed ears.

Well that caught his attention. His eyebrows raised a little. "Are you a half-elf?"

"Nope, one hundred percent mutant." Maybe 90-10 she wasn't too sure on her parentage but the odds were pretty good both parents were mutants. "Is that where you get your ears, half elf?"

"I'm a Gnome." He didn't seem like it bothered him to admit it. Most people knew that of him back home, but here he was getting used to explaining. "If you hadn't noticed the height thing." He winked.

"Elves have a height thing, too. At least in books, never met one before in my world." Though sometimes people called Nightcrawler elf, Clarice had never met him.

"Yeah. They're also usually stuck up like no one's business. Seriously - think of a human you know with a stick up their butt, then multiply that by five and you have most elves." Scanlan was not a fan. 'But half-elves are usually okay. Like Vex and Vax here."

The names were familiar, in that she'd heard them briefly in her flybys, but she hadn't seen anyone else with pointed ears.

"Well if that's the description of elves, I've definitely met them in my world." There was just a hint of amusement as she said it.

"Of course you do. The no-fun ones seem to multiply quicker than anyone's business in all the realms." And he'd been to several by now. "You think that's going to get better?" He gestured with an up-nod to the tennis ball in halves.

"It did last time my powers went to shit." Clarice shrugged. "I guess we'll see. I think it just needs time to heal." At least she hoped.

"Well, if you think actual healing might help, my friends Pike and Kash have the ability to heal through touch and restore things. Always worth a shot, right?" He shrugged. "But I'll let you get back to it. But if you'd like, I can give you a little inspiration."

He pulled out his shawm and played a little uplifting tune.

(ooc: Clarice would be inspired which would probably feel invigorating? For whatever that's worth lol)

"I'll take all the help I can get." She wasn't sure about magical healing, it was a trust issue. As soon as the music played, Clarice felt a calmness, probably not the expected result. However, it was what was needed for her to work the portals.

(ooc: And fade!)

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