Who: Chase and OTA
When: Pre-flood
Where: The library, on deck
What: Chase experiments with magic and sign language
Warnings: Spiders, as always; some small explosions


I. Projects - Deck

One of Chase's various projects has been scratched off his list. Qetzi is free of the Hill, for better or for worse. So he moves on to other projects. There's always more to learn, to accomplish, when it's magic you're working with.

So he goes up on deck and tries weaving magic into wings, using long arcs of his fingers to pull power together and shape it. They look like glass, see-through and shimmery, building them out of power alone. They're pretty, but don't look terribly useful. Yet, anyway.

Or he sets spiders down, disconnects them from his power temporarily while leaving them enough to remain manifest, and watches them scurry about the deck while he tests different means of dispelling them. This mostly looks like lobbing little bursts of power at them, while they explode, and he makes annoyed faces that they didn't explode right.

Or he sits on a deck chair in the greenhouse and... lets a mouse scamper around on the grass in front of him. Yes, this is technically related to a project, but mostly it's just watching his weird little pet play.


II. Lessons - Library

Sometimes he wants to learn things that aren't magic. Like, in this case, sign language. He has a couple books out on a table in the library and he's flipping through pages of drawings of hands. Every now and then he tries one, mimicking the drawings with one hand or both. It's quiet.

Until it's not. Chase's magic has a heavy kinetic component, and he always has it active. He makes a sign that flips one hand up over the other, and two books fly off the shelf behind him and bonk him on the shoulders. He spins around to glare at them in confusion, then flicks a hand and they fly back where they belong.

A few minutes later, he tries to finger-spell out a word, and the lamp on his table explodes.

"What the hell!" he exclaims, leaping out of his seat and glaring at it, too, until he looks from ruined glass and bulb to his fingers and back again.