Yo momma's so fat she has her own orbiting bodies

[burlyheart]

Who: Potemkin and anyone
When: 1st of April
Where: Rm Q108, various areas in the Hall of Glory
What: Potemkin gets gravity powers. Oh boy.
Rating: None



After his ill-ending dungeon adventure the doctors had told Potemkin to take some time off and get lots of rest. (Between those two events he had tried to walk it off, and then was practically dragged into the infirmary by a certain someone, but those were the point a and point b.) If Potemkin could somehow be conscious while sleeping, then he would notice that he suddenly feels A LOT better in the middle of the night. The other thing he would notice is that a large fraction of his room is now defying gravity. Objects from lamps to nightstands lift off the ground before stopping and staying in place, like submerged objects hitting air. As soon as he starts waking up and feeling the wrongness of the situation, everything drops. Including himself, destroying his undersized bed once and for all in a crash of breaking wood.

Nothing good has ever come from falling asleep in this place.

2.
With his uncontrollable gravity powers even a trip down the hallway becomes an ordeal. If random objects aren't jumping straight up, then they're racing toward him (and it is always very obviously him). Most of the objects are silly (did anyone drop a nail file? An invoice from the local tavern? A used kick-me sign?), but a few of them are somewhat alarming. Potemkin stands puzzled, holding a metal bust of the Prime Minister which had almost beaned him in the head. He's not going to bother going to the dining hall this morning.

3.
Potemkin spends the rest of the day in the courtyard of the Hall of Glory, legs folded and eyes clamped shut in paradoxically intense meditation. He looks even more statuesque than usual; the only tip off that he isn't actually the picture of calm he appears to be is the vibrating rocks around him. The observant will notice that some of them aren't touching the ground...

Comments

[burlyheart]

Wukong's suggestion makes him outright alarmed for a second.

"No! No, not at all. I didn't mean to move anything!"

If it seems like he's treating himself like something dangerous, it's because he is. He's scared of himself. That's simply the nature of Potemkin. Being born with freakish strength had drilled it into him that any use of his power was his responsibility. Being given an ability he can't control is an emergency for him. Everything is going on hold until he has this locked down.

[topkong]

Oh! Now Wukong gets it. With a nod of some basic understanding, he reaches out to give the burly guy a few comforting pats on the back. It doesn't take a genius to figure out that, somehow, Potemkin must be unable to control some sort of freakish, new power? His tail twitches a few times, from left to right, hitting the ground with a few light thuds. It's also not hard for him to give an easy, relaxed smile in order to calm Potemkin. Perhaps if Wukong doesn't look worried, then neither will his friend?

"Have you ever meditated before, Potemkin? I could give you a few pointers, if you'd like. My master used to force me to meditate throughout my training, and I'd like to think I surpassed my old man just a week after he had me do it."

[burlyheart]

It's a nice day. The sun is clear but not too harsh, and a gentle wind blows delicate ornamental trees of the courtyard. It's the perfect setting to relax.

"Never formally. My training was more regimented." Though he can recall even Master Gabriel not-so-subtly nudging him toward taking breaks. Those suggestions were always rebuffed.

[topkong]

Oh, Wukong certainly trained with schedules in mind, but his break times were also extremely important. 'Balance in all things', an Ionian principle, being exercised in almost everything done while learning from the finest of master swordsman on the island where he learned how to become the monkey he is today...

"Hm. Well, I'm going to let you in on a secret, Temmy." Huh, that nickname feels weird... why doesn't Potemkin have a name that's easy to shorten? "Meditation doesn't have to come from sitting in a courtyard. As long as you're able to clear your mind and find your inner calm, you can do it wherever and however you want."

Standing up, Wukong raises his hands into the air as he decides that this is the perfect time to do a cartwheel. It's such a beautiful day, after all!

[burlyheart]

He's still not unfrazzled enough to allow himself to get up (though he could probably join in with a mean handstand if he wanted to), but from his sitting position he chews on that bit of insight. Inner calm? What in his life would he describe like that?

"I'm more used to pursuing goals. 'Wherever and however' is a hard concept to wrap my head around," he admits.

[topkong]

This isn't a surprise to Wukong, who does another cartwheel back toward Potemkin and lifts his arms again toward the sky with a mock 'ta-dah!' as he does so. He'd been thinking all the while, wondering if he could put his tutor's words in a way that he could understand. Not that he thought Potemkin wouldn't be able to, but unorthodox phrases and hypotheticals didn't always work for everyone.

(If Potemkin did a handstand, he would probably have a monkey jump onto his feet. Fine art, in the courtyard.)

"You can do it while doing anything. Taking a bath, eating a nutritious breakfast, punching lizard-men... it's all about finding the right amount of focus! Too much or too little, and you'll be unable to keep things from flying all over the place."

And then, he gives the big guy a pat on the back.

"Also... try not to worry about things too much."