Midnight Manor Boarding House All-Purpose Room, Tuesday Afternoon

[afraid_of_marshmallows]

At the Halloween party, Arden had asked Remy if he would be willing to help her learn a bit more about her powers. And had then spent the next week or so ducking and hiding from him about it because she'd gotten cold feet (Frigid feet. Zero degrees Kelvin feet.) about it the same kind she'd gotten when she and Cal had worked on meditating up on the roof before. Only, sorry Remy, she didn't think she'd be able to press her hand against your chest to have help calming down.

But, eventually, she'd managed to shove the fear down enough (or, okay, shame herself into it enough, same basic difference) to reach out to Remy and set a definitive date for when they were going to practice. And here she was, complete with the promised barbeque that was was holding in a white-knuckled grip. But it was okay. She was gonna be cool. Chilly. Totally unfazed.

Confident.

...Eventually?

[For the gentleman so named, but available to anyone else in Midnight if they want to check out what's happening! That Remy and Arden are practicing is fine, but details about powers, etc is NFB, please!]

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[afraid_of_marshmallows]

Most of her higher functions had been asleep for that! It had all been id and survival instinct!

Though the possibility of flight certainly caught her interest. "Wait, you think I can? Really? I'd love to be able to fly." She looked a little wistful. "Might almost be worth some of the bullshit of having these powers altogether to be able to do that."

[knightinshinarmor]

“Mmm, nope, none of that, now. We don’t trash talk our powers here. You want ‘em to work for you, you gotta be nice to them.”

[afraid_of_marshmallows]

Arden gave Remy her best you crazy?? look. "All my powers have ever done is kept me from getting adopted and turned me into a target," she said, which again, two things no X-Men could ever possibly understand. "Why should I be nice to them?"

[knightinshinarmor]

“Hating them won’t make ‘em go away,” Remy said. “But it will make them that much harder to work with. ‘Sides, you got better to do with your life, non?”

[afraid_of_marshmallows]

Well, that - especially that last sentence - was pretty true. She didn't.

"Guess not," she admitted, with a very teenager 'that's true but I don't have to like it' expression. "So, uh. Zombies? I guess? And I can show you what I can do?"

[knightinshinarmor]

"Zombies sound good," Remy said easily. He looked up at the empty air. "Midnight?"

The room shifted at his prompting, transforming into a stereotypical New Orleans jazz club, complete with band and patrons. The night visible outside the front door and windows was dark, and the lighting in the club was warm and dim.

And there was a groaning coming from the street outside. The NPC patrons hadn't noticed it just yet.

"You wanna adjust anything, just think it at Midnight. It's very accommodating."

[afraid_of_marshmallows]

Arden nodded and looked around, thinking. "Um. So, what I'd probably do is put a big block of hardened air in front of that door so that it can't be pushed open from the outside," she said. "Just to give more time for us to think. From inside, I can't tell how many there are from how the air flows around them, and it's harder to hear how many different groans there are. I guess...maybe I can try to dampen the sound in here? But I don't know how to do that." She bit her lower lip. "Maybe, uh, see if there's somewhere we can get a better idea of what's out there? Go up? Like roof access or something...?"

[knightinshinarmor]

Remy nodded. "Roof access and a blocked door sound like a plan. What you going to do when someone wants to leave, though?"

A drunken patron was heading towards the door to do just that, in fact.

[afraid_of_marshmallows]

Arden winced. "Lie," she admitted. "I don't really know how my powers would work on him anyway? So unless I had somebody I knew on staff who would believe me about zombies and the need to keep everyone inside, I'd probably just lie to folks. If we were hidden, I could do a thing, but I'm not a ventriloquist, I'm just good at mimicry..."

Scampering over to the drunk trying to leave, she said, "Sir? We're trying to keep it quiet to not start a panic, but the police are currently searching the area for an escaped felon and are asking folks to stay off the street. You look like the kind of fella that can keep his cool - can I trust you to keep folks from leaving for the next, oh, fifteen or twenty minutes?"

[knightinshinarmor]

The patron looked pissed at first -- them rolled his shoulders back, full of bluster at the 'you look like the kind of fella' comment.

"I gotcha li'l lady." He turned to the rest of the crowd. "ERRYBODY RELAX! Errythin's unner control!"

Remy bobbed his head in a little nod. "Let's check the roof."

[afraid_of_marshmallows]

Callista owned a bar; Arden knew very well that you appealed to the ego of drunks, rather than trying to tell them what they could or couldn't do.

"Let's go," Arden said. They headed up to the rooftop, and she went to look over the edges of the nightclub to see what they were dealing with. And as she did, she sent a breeze around the building to get a sense of what was present that she couldn't see.

[knightinshinarmor]

Remy followed, his coat billowing a little as he went. He noted the bits of detritus around the building blowing gently and nodded to himself.

She could sense the shapes of things with her wind. That was a very useful trick!

"So. What've you found?"

[afraid_of_marshmallows]

"The main force of zombies is approaching the front door," Arden said, her eyes closed and brow furrowed. The worst part about this - it required a lot of concentration to interpret the data the air currents were offering her. "Looks like...ten or twelve maybe? Hard to tell when they're all clustered in a group like that. But there are three in the back and one that's either...a drunk guy, a body, or a zombie that hasn't gotten up yet lying towards the side, I can't really tell."

[knightinshinarmor]

Remy nodded. That fit well with the scenario he'd given Midnight.

"Alright. Looks like your friend downstairs is doing pretty well keeping folks contained. What do you want to tackle first?"

[afraid_of_marshmallows]

"Probably the ones around the back," Arden said, thinking it slowly through. "We didn't do anything to stop the back door, and somebody might come out to just, like, bring trash to the dumpster or whatever. And once people see the group at the front door, they'll probably run out back. Get rid of the stragglers, then attack the main force."

[knightinshinarmor]

Remy grinned. "Was thinking that, myself." He hopped up onto the edge of the roof. "I'll meet you down there."

And he stepped off the edge.

[afraid_of_marshmallows]

"W-what?" Arden sputtered. "You're going down there? We're going down there?"

She was just talking to empty air.

"Are you crazy?!" she yelled over the edge of the rooftop.

The smartest thing to do would be to go back inside and just go back down the way they'd come. But this was supposed to be learning to use her powers, so...

"Air blocks," she muttered. "I can make...like a little staircase...?" Stepping onto the edge, she firmed the air directly next to it and took a tentative step onto it. Okay! Good! It held! Now to make another one, a little lower than the first.

This was gonna take, well...it wasn't gonna be fast, at least.

[knightinshinarmor]

Remy had landed lightly on his feet (sorry, Arden, rooftops were basically home for him, and getting down from them, if they were two stories or less, was mostly an excuse for acrobatics). He looked up and tilted his head.

"Can you make your blocks move?" he asked. "You could float yourself down instead of working on making more."

[afraid_of_marshmallows]

"I--don't know?" Arden said. "I never have."

Well, that wasn't true exactly. She'd hit nega-Cal with a block of air once, but that had been more like a slap from a distance than trying to move something up and down that she was standing on.

"Is the middle of a zombie sim really the best time to see if I can?"

[knightinshinarmor]

Remy shrugged. "Maybe, maybe not."

The zombies had noticed him and were headed his way. He didn't even glance back at them.

"Up to you, petite!"

[afraid_of_marshmallows]

"Remy!" Arden hissed. "Remy, you can't stop to chitchat in the middle of a zombie sim!"

She was just going to keep slowly working on her staircase. It was slow, but it was something she knew she how to do. And also, she could just stop where she wanted to. Like if she didn't want to get all the way to the ground where the zombies were she could just make, like, a little air landing here and stay put on it. You know, up where the zombies couldn't get her.

[knightinshinarmor]

“Can’t I?” Remy asked. One of the zombies was nearly upon him. “You sure ‘bout that?”

[afraid_of_marshmallows]

"You're gonna get eaten by a zombie, Remy!" Arden said, waving her hand to frantically try to put another block of air between Remy and the zombie. "I don't know if watching you get munched on by a zombie is really gonna motivate me to use my powers more! Trauma is actually a terrible teacher!"

[knightinshinarmor]

Remy extended his bo staff and swung it in the same movement, snapping it back at the zombie approaching him without looking -- and hitting her block of air.

"Seems like you got it handled."

[afraid_of_marshmallows]

"Because I don't want you to die, even for pretend!" Arden sputtered. The block itself wasn't very wide, torso-width at most, which meant that already the zombie's scrabbling arms were able to reach out and try to grab for Remy.