"No one's getting their lives attempted on, calm down," says Iman with a dismissive wave. "I'm being as careful as I know how. Don't you worry." Either of you, though she directs it at Greta. There's no helping Rush.
She turns to face the invisible wall and rolls her shoulders back before reaching up slowly, her fingers splaying out. She doesn't even need to apply any of her usual techniques to feel it - it's there, it'd keep her from climbing up on the rail and hauling ass over the edge if she wanted to. Her fingertips tingle all the more as she makes contact - it doesn't hurt, though she could imagine it hurting if she pressed harder, or tried to ram her way through it. As it is she's barely touching it now, the fields of electromagnetism between her molecules and the border buzzing with activity.
"I can feel it," she says, her tone now a little deeper, serious and invested. This is so fucking fascinating. "It's - I mean it's exactly like dimensional layer, but you know normally those can be accessed from anywhere, no specific point, not like this. This is incredible, like a little pocket dimension. Like it's squatting. Or, well, I guess we are." She tosses a grin over her shoulder, see, I'm fine, then turns back and refocuses, feeling out the surface, if there are any cracks. There aren't, of course, it's incredibly fortified, but - well, it's not like when she tried before, in the park on her first day, when there was just nothing, no reaction. This, she could probably fuck around with, if she wanted grievous consequences. All they need is more information, a weakness to exploit, a distraction, maybe - something. The notes Rush passed onto her contained some theory about that, something she can toy around with in the weeks to come.
"You know, normally," she says conversationally, half turning back to gesture expressively with her other arm, "I'd be able to just peel this away, I mean, that's how I got here in the first place, sort of spreading out the molecular field a bit, making a hole I can crawl through. Quantum tunneling, essentially, but on a larger, much more literal scale than this universe has ever imagined it. I mean this thing is like, impenetrable, obviously I'd have to do a lot more work to-"
Her sentence cuts off with a sharp intake of breath, a gasping response to a sudden frighteningly firm tug on her arm, like it's been magnetized; she's yanked neatly inward, the limb disappearing right up to her elbow, she can still feel it, in that nebulous space between, but it's - something's pulling now, inexorably, and she has nothing to brace against.
"What the," she starts to say, not even afraid for how bewildering it is - this isn't supposed to happen, it's not supposed to invite her in - and then the force yanks again, pulls her in right up to the shoulder. "Fuck-!"
Her first reaction is not panic, it's just indignation. This was not supposed to happen. Not in front of her friends.
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She turns to face the invisible wall and rolls her shoulders back before reaching up slowly, her fingers splaying out. She doesn't even need to apply any of her usual techniques to feel it - it's there, it'd keep her from climbing up on the rail and hauling ass over the edge if she wanted to. Her fingertips tingle all the more as she makes contact - it doesn't hurt, though she could imagine it hurting if she pressed harder, or tried to ram her way through it. As it is she's barely touching it now, the fields of electromagnetism between her molecules and the border buzzing with activity.
"I can feel it," she says, her tone now a little deeper, serious and invested. This is so fucking fascinating. "It's - I mean it's exactly like dimensional layer, but you know normally those can be accessed from anywhere, no specific point, not like this. This is incredible, like a little pocket dimension. Like it's squatting. Or, well, I guess we are." She tosses a grin over her shoulder, see, I'm fine, then turns back and refocuses, feeling out the surface, if there are any cracks. There aren't, of course, it's incredibly fortified, but - well, it's not like when she tried before, in the park on her first day, when there was just nothing, no reaction. This, she could probably fuck around with, if she wanted grievous consequences. All they need is more information, a weakness to exploit, a distraction, maybe - something. The notes Rush passed onto her contained some theory about that, something she can toy around with in the weeks to come.
"You know, normally," she says conversationally, half turning back to gesture expressively with her other arm, "I'd be able to just peel this away, I mean, that's how I got here in the first place, sort of spreading out the molecular field a bit, making a hole I can crawl through. Quantum tunneling, essentially, but on a larger, much more literal scale than this universe has ever imagined it. I mean this thing is like, impenetrable, obviously I'd have to do a lot more work to-"
Her sentence cuts off with a sharp intake of breath, a gasping response to a sudden frighteningly firm tug on her arm, like it's been magnetized; she's yanked neatly inward, the limb disappearing right up to her elbow, she can still feel it, in that nebulous space between, but it's - something's pulling now, inexorably, and she has nothing to brace against.
"What the," she starts to say, not even afraid for how bewildering it is - this isn't supposed to happen, it's not supposed to invite her in - and then the force yanks again, pulls her in right up to the shoulder. "Fuck-!"
Her first reaction is not panic, it's just indignation. This was not supposed to happen. Not in front of her friends.