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xp_logsLate afternoon. Something downright brilliant happens to Alison while she's meditating, which Haroun gets to point out to her when he drops by for a visit.
Haroun, in a foul mood after his Arabic class, knocked on Alison's door. She could usually cheer him up in very short order. Sometimes just by breathing deeply. He'd managed to keep his temper and not scream at his students, but it was a Very Close Thing indeed.
A very, very muffled sound come through to him from within, somewhat identifiable as something along the lines of "Come in!" or so. Opening the door revealed Alison sitting down on the bed in a cross-legged position, hands resting lightly on her knees and with her eyes firmly shut, meditating. The sound baffles in the room were shut although the dampener at her wrist was clearly turned on.
Haroun closed the door behind him, and then leaned against it to just watch her meditate. Far be it from him to disturb someone's meditation unnecessarily. But as he watched her, he noticed something different about her. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but there was definitely something peculiar going on.
She'd only been actually expecting one person to come by around this time of the day, which meant that Haroun's Arabic class was probably ended. However, Alison wasn't quite done yet and she knew that he didn't mind waiting when he happened to walk in on her while she was doing this, which had been a fair bit for the past few weeks, so she simply kept her breathing even and her mind clear for a little bit longer.
Haroun studied her more closely. No, she hadn't changed her hair. Nope, fingernails were still the usual color. No, no change to clothes, although the way she was sitting and breathing deeply did wonderful things for her anatomy - wait. He looked at her again, and then while she was meditating proceeded to turn off the lights to her room and make sure any windows were tightly shuttered to deny light access to the room.
"See anything different?" he asked her with a grin. "Anything unusual?"
"I'm not seeing anything, silly," was the gentle reply, humor lacing the words liberally. "I'm meditating and my eyes are closed." Smiling just a bit, Alison took another slow and steady breath before pushing the air out steadily. "Besides, you've closed the lights." It had been hard not to notice the difference, even with her eyes closed. And with that, Alison's eyes popped wide open and she stopped in mid-breath. "You closed the lights."
"Exactly." he said with great delight. "And that would tell me that your photonic output is right around zero, which is, if memory serves, just where you want it to be, isn't it?" he said with great delight.
"You closed the lights!" she repeated cheerfully, quite aware that she was sounding like a broken record but liking the sentence a great deal anyway. "And it's dark now!" She laughed at that, holding up her arms in front of her, barely seeing anything at all as her eyes started to adapt to the darkness. "No glow! None!" She'd catch up on being more technical about it later, she decided. "Eeeeee!"
Haroun just grinned and let her revel in the darkness. "I'd say this calls for a celebration." he told her with great delight. "How are you feeling, pressure-wise?" he asked her.
She repressed the wild urge to try and use her power - the entire medlab staff had been grimly stern about her not doing that the first time it seemed possible, what with the condition of her nervous system. And besides, it was very nice in the dark just now. "I don't know!" Breathless laughter followed. "Too busy feeling like a five year old on three tons of sugar. No light!" Her usual fear of being lost in total darkness was miles away at this point. "Ow!" Well, that had been one way to find out. "Still hurts. Not the same though. I think. Which makes sense because my power uses my nervous system and if it's finally settled down then some of the healing can go on and eeeee!"
Haroun moved over to where she sat, squatted down effortlessly next to her, and kissed her. Thoroughly. No matter how badly it probably hurt her. "Second major milestone in recovery, I'd say." after he ended the kiss. "Dinner tonight? Ordered out?"
She had a good grip on his shirt halfway through the kiss, and probably wouldn't have given him much room to move away even if he'd tried, regardless of the pain. But oh lord, did she anticipate the day doing something of the sort wouldn't hurt at all. "Yes," was the answer, Alison taking a slow breath to work through the ache, eyes adapting nicely to the darkness in the room now. "Oh yes." Maybe the sound dampener would be reduced a bit. Or not. She blinked and looked down at her arms. "Wait. Did you see that?" The faintest of glimmers, if only for a moment - apparently some lightbleed was still going on. Occasionally.
Haroun glanced over to her arms. "Yeah, I saw it. Still - progress. Don't overlook that. With time and healing, even that bleedover will be stopped. What kind of food do you want tonight?" He himself had a hankering for blonde, fully-healed preferably, with a wicked grin and a smokingly hot body and a willingness to ... he shook himself out of that daydream and focused back in on reality. "Whatever you want. I might even be able to pay for it."
He'd had That Look on his face briefly, and Alison chuckled - she still felt far too giddy for words and if it had been at all possible she'd probably have dragged him around the room in a wild dance. And then done something about That Look. Not happening though, she reminded herself. "Mmm. Our place deliver, by any chance?" she inquired with a lopsided grin.
Haroun grinned. "They will if I ask them nicely. Out of my price range right now, though." he said after mentally tallying his available funds. After paying Nathan back, he was pretty much restricted to this mean and then Mansion food until he got paid again. "Assuming that you can dip into the Rockstar Fund to pick up a meal, do you want me to order?" he asked her.
She knew exactly where most of his money was going and didn't hesitate in the least at his question. "I most certainly want you to order, yes. Credit card's in the desk," she added, sobering up a bit. Her wallet had been vaporized when she'd gone into overload of course, but Charles had taken care of making sure her paperwork was renewed, most of it now stashed in the desk as each item had arrived. "Turn on the light while you're up?" she asked with a small smile though, figuring this was as good a way as any to break in the new card.
Haroun quirked an eyebrow, but turned on a light and pulled his cellphone out of his pocket to make the call. As he waited for the restaurant to pick up, he opened up the aforementioned desk drawer and pulled out her shiny new credit card. He tried not to blink at its platinum status, and once the restaurant picked up he launched into a flurry of Arabic to place the order.
Alison had relocated to sit down on the edge of the bed while he went to fetch the card, peeling up a portion of the synthsilk on her arm carefully after getting a good look at her hands, only to end up gaping a fair bit at herself. That was... tanned skin. Very tanned skin. Good lord, she'd been tanning herself that much while bleeding light? The Arabic distracted her somewhat though and she stopped staring at herself long enough to listen, smiling a bit at the sound of his voice
Haroun wrapped up his phone call with a very self-satisfied nod. "Food's been ordered. Will take about an hour to get here because the place isn't that close and traffic is usually a nightmare." he said apologetically. "But anyway, here's your card back. How do you feel?"
"No rush…" She glanced at her arm again, and then waggled her fingers towards the desk. "Can you just put it back in the drawer please?" Maybe she'd get started on some Christmas shopping later on. Maybe. She brushed a fingertip against the bare skin of her arm, wincing at the reaction, un-dampened by the synthsilk. "I'm baked."
Haroun put her card back in the drawer and perched atop her desk in lieu of a more conventional seat. "Maybe. But you're not Lite-Brite anymore." he pointed out unnecessarily. "That's got to be worth something, doesn't it?"
She pulled the synthsilk back into place cautiously and than gave him a brilliant smile. "That's worth a whole lot of something," Alison purred cheerfully, despite the pain still nagging at her and the fact that the sound dampeners would be remaining for some time to come yet. "A whole lot."
And there was a certain green someone who would be in perfect agreement with that as well once his classes let out and he came by to see her, at that.
Haroun, in a foul mood after his Arabic class, knocked on Alison's door. She could usually cheer him up in very short order. Sometimes just by breathing deeply. He'd managed to keep his temper and not scream at his students, but it was a Very Close Thing indeed.
A very, very muffled sound come through to him from within, somewhat identifiable as something along the lines of "Come in!" or so. Opening the door revealed Alison sitting down on the bed in a cross-legged position, hands resting lightly on her knees and with her eyes firmly shut, meditating. The sound baffles in the room were shut although the dampener at her wrist was clearly turned on.
Haroun closed the door behind him, and then leaned against it to just watch her meditate. Far be it from him to disturb someone's meditation unnecessarily. But as he watched her, he noticed something different about her. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but there was definitely something peculiar going on.
She'd only been actually expecting one person to come by around this time of the day, which meant that Haroun's Arabic class was probably ended. However, Alison wasn't quite done yet and she knew that he didn't mind waiting when he happened to walk in on her while she was doing this, which had been a fair bit for the past few weeks, so she simply kept her breathing even and her mind clear for a little bit longer.
Haroun studied her more closely. No, she hadn't changed her hair. Nope, fingernails were still the usual color. No, no change to clothes, although the way she was sitting and breathing deeply did wonderful things for her anatomy - wait. He looked at her again, and then while she was meditating proceeded to turn off the lights to her room and make sure any windows were tightly shuttered to deny light access to the room.
"See anything different?" he asked her with a grin. "Anything unusual?"
"I'm not seeing anything, silly," was the gentle reply, humor lacing the words liberally. "I'm meditating and my eyes are closed." Smiling just a bit, Alison took another slow and steady breath before pushing the air out steadily. "Besides, you've closed the lights." It had been hard not to notice the difference, even with her eyes closed. And with that, Alison's eyes popped wide open and she stopped in mid-breath. "You closed the lights."
"Exactly." he said with great delight. "And that would tell me that your photonic output is right around zero, which is, if memory serves, just where you want it to be, isn't it?" he said with great delight.
"You closed the lights!" she repeated cheerfully, quite aware that she was sounding like a broken record but liking the sentence a great deal anyway. "And it's dark now!" She laughed at that, holding up her arms in front of her, barely seeing anything at all as her eyes started to adapt to the darkness. "No glow! None!" She'd catch up on being more technical about it later, she decided. "Eeeeee!"
Haroun just grinned and let her revel in the darkness. "I'd say this calls for a celebration." he told her with great delight. "How are you feeling, pressure-wise?" he asked her.
She repressed the wild urge to try and use her power - the entire medlab staff had been grimly stern about her not doing that the first time it seemed possible, what with the condition of her nervous system. And besides, it was very nice in the dark just now. "I don't know!" Breathless laughter followed. "Too busy feeling like a five year old on three tons of sugar. No light!" Her usual fear of being lost in total darkness was miles away at this point. "Ow!" Well, that had been one way to find out. "Still hurts. Not the same though. I think. Which makes sense because my power uses my nervous system and if it's finally settled down then some of the healing can go on and eeeee!"
Haroun moved over to where she sat, squatted down effortlessly next to her, and kissed her. Thoroughly. No matter how badly it probably hurt her. "Second major milestone in recovery, I'd say." after he ended the kiss. "Dinner tonight? Ordered out?"
She had a good grip on his shirt halfway through the kiss, and probably wouldn't have given him much room to move away even if he'd tried, regardless of the pain. But oh lord, did she anticipate the day doing something of the sort wouldn't hurt at all. "Yes," was the answer, Alison taking a slow breath to work through the ache, eyes adapting nicely to the darkness in the room now. "Oh yes." Maybe the sound dampener would be reduced a bit. Or not. She blinked and looked down at her arms. "Wait. Did you see that?" The faintest of glimmers, if only for a moment - apparently some lightbleed was still going on. Occasionally.
Haroun glanced over to her arms. "Yeah, I saw it. Still - progress. Don't overlook that. With time and healing, even that bleedover will be stopped. What kind of food do you want tonight?" He himself had a hankering for blonde, fully-healed preferably, with a wicked grin and a smokingly hot body and a willingness to ... he shook himself out of that daydream and focused back in on reality. "Whatever you want. I might even be able to pay for it."
He'd had That Look on his face briefly, and Alison chuckled - she still felt far too giddy for words and if it had been at all possible she'd probably have dragged him around the room in a wild dance. And then done something about That Look. Not happening though, she reminded herself. "Mmm. Our place deliver, by any chance?" she inquired with a lopsided grin.
Haroun grinned. "They will if I ask them nicely. Out of my price range right now, though." he said after mentally tallying his available funds. After paying Nathan back, he was pretty much restricted to this mean and then Mansion food until he got paid again. "Assuming that you can dip into the Rockstar Fund to pick up a meal, do you want me to order?" he asked her.
She knew exactly where most of his money was going and didn't hesitate in the least at his question. "I most certainly want you to order, yes. Credit card's in the desk," she added, sobering up a bit. Her wallet had been vaporized when she'd gone into overload of course, but Charles had taken care of making sure her paperwork was renewed, most of it now stashed in the desk as each item had arrived. "Turn on the light while you're up?" she asked with a small smile though, figuring this was as good a way as any to break in the new card.
Haroun quirked an eyebrow, but turned on a light and pulled his cellphone out of his pocket to make the call. As he waited for the restaurant to pick up, he opened up the aforementioned desk drawer and pulled out her shiny new credit card. He tried not to blink at its platinum status, and once the restaurant picked up he launched into a flurry of Arabic to place the order.
Alison had relocated to sit down on the edge of the bed while he went to fetch the card, peeling up a portion of the synthsilk on her arm carefully after getting a good look at her hands, only to end up gaping a fair bit at herself. That was... tanned skin. Very tanned skin. Good lord, she'd been tanning herself that much while bleeding light? The Arabic distracted her somewhat though and she stopped staring at herself long enough to listen, smiling a bit at the sound of his voice
Haroun wrapped up his phone call with a very self-satisfied nod. "Food's been ordered. Will take about an hour to get here because the place isn't that close and traffic is usually a nightmare." he said apologetically. "But anyway, here's your card back. How do you feel?"
"No rush…" She glanced at her arm again, and then waggled her fingers towards the desk. "Can you just put it back in the drawer please?" Maybe she'd get started on some Christmas shopping later on. Maybe. She brushed a fingertip against the bare skin of her arm, wincing at the reaction, un-dampened by the synthsilk. "I'm baked."
Haroun put her card back in the drawer and perched atop her desk in lieu of a more conventional seat. "Maybe. But you're not Lite-Brite anymore." he pointed out unnecessarily. "That's got to be worth something, doesn't it?"
She pulled the synthsilk back into place cautiously and than gave him a brilliant smile. "That's worth a whole lot of something," Alison purred cheerfully, despite the pain still nagging at her and the fact that the sound dampeners would be remaining for some time to come yet. "A whole lot."
And there was a certain green someone who would be in perfect agreement with that as well once his classes let out and he came by to see her, at that.
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