Celebrity

[touchedinthehead]

Aldaras lets the university have hold of the necklace again so they can finish learning everything about it. He'll start molding it when the Dean's learned all of its quirks - trying it now could accidentally make some aspect of it worse. Besides, it takes time, it's not like he can manage any progress in the time that it'll take for the Dean to identify anyway. Best to know where he's going when he starts going there.

News spreads pretty quickly about the knife's new location at the bottom of the ocean. Aldaras and Sintre become celebrities, along with being rich. Sintre is nigh-impossible to find in his hermithood. Aldaras - is not. The necklace is his. The mission to go encase the knife in concrete was organized by him. He's now deemed to be an important person, and as bewildering as that is, he works to roll with it.

He ends up invited to a party. It's the type of party with lots of important, famous people attending. He can bring one guest with him.

Right, he knows who he wants to bring, but first he has to ask her. Time to go find Annie.

Comments

[keep_busy]

"Yeah. It doesn't have any effects until you see your chosen person, so."

[touchedinthehead]

"Which is convenient. Do you suppose it's possible for some people to just - not have anyone that's compatible for them, ever? Zevaia hasn't had the - love thing yet. I'm holding out hope that she misses it entirely."

[keep_busy]

"Maybe. Maybe some people are just super picky."

[touchedinthehead]

"I did go through a crowded city with no problem until I met you," he observes. "So I don't think it's just casual compatibility."

[keep_busy]

"We seem to work pretty well."

[touchedinthehead]

"We do. I mean - not just - I don't think it's just a chemistry thing, you're genuinely the sort of person I seem to work well with."

[keep_busy]

"I wonder how the necklace knows."

[touchedinthehead]

"I have no idea. How does any of this magic work, really?"

[keep_busy]

"I'd dearly love to know. The necklace seems like it'd have to involve mind-reading, although at least there's not a person supervising it..."

[touchedinthehead]

"I suppose. Bleh, now I want to encase it in concrete and throw it into the ocean. But it's useful, so I shouldn't."

[keep_busy]

"I'd rather be necklaced than mind-read. I'm just - not sure enough that I'm in danger of being mindread to come and demand that you let me touch it right now."

[touchedinthehead]

"Yeah," he agrees. "Let me know if you're ever worried enough for me to bring it to you. I'm never going to pressure you into it. For obvious reasons."

[keep_busy]

"I'm thoroughly reassured on that point."

[touchedinthehead]

"Good, I - probably sound broken, don't I? Repeating myself over and over again."

[keep_busy]

"Just a little."

[touchedinthehead]

"I'll try to stop, but I think it's just in my nature to be absolutely sure, twice, that you are not having your opinions and desires ignored or forced aside in this sort of situation."

[keep_busy]

"I noticed."

[touchedinthehead]

"Heh. Good."

[keep_busy]

"Anyway, let me know when there's people for me to talk to. Bye."



There's not a huge wave of interest in touching the necklace; Annie's discomfort with mindreading is on the extreme side. Until there's a bank robbery that is widely suspected to be the work of at least one mind-reader. Then there are people. They talk to Aldaras; they talk to Annie; they rule themselves in or out on the basis of these interviews and do or don't touch the necklace.

There's a second robbery, this one of a museum. There are several items taken, but the most worrying one is a tapestry that sharply improves one's sensory discernment - including, in a few long-ago but well-documented trials, senses granted by other artifacts - at the cost of muteness.

The potential benefits of combining this with the thimble have been speculated on but dismissed for ethical reasons.

Annie is knocking on Aldaras's door the next morning, shaking.

[touchedinthehead]

Predictably, he answers it.

"Annie," he says, softly. "Hi." He'd be more cheerful upon seeing her, but - tapestry. Thimble. Terrible combination.

[keep_busy]

"I think I need the necklace now," she says in a small voice.

[touchedinthehead]

"You've - thought about it, right, this isn't - a spur of the moment kind of thing...?"

[keep_busy]

"I can't even think straight with the - but as much as I could - yeah."

[touchedinthehead]

"Okay," he murmurs, touching her cheek. "I'll go get it."

He goes inside, holding the door open for her. "Any preferences about how I treat you after you're necklaced?"

[keep_busy]

"If I want different things after those are the wants I'm stuck with, right?" she mutters. "No point ignoring them."