Halesey, after fetching some indestructible beans, supposes there's little else he can do and tries to meditate his problems away. It hasn't worked a single time before, but hey, there's a first time for everything. He sits down, trying to absorb magic and whatnot.
~So… magic… dude. Once I’ve found the leyline – and you said you just need to know what you’re looking for, and I reckon I’ve figured it out that there are… some kind of waves of massive power where we can perform rituals or soak up the power or something – once I’ve found it – or Larry here – then… then I guess we have to come to some kind of agreement with the squatters here. Grant me some more spells if you want dude, but really I want to kind of feel the essence of this place flow through you, if you see what I mean. Course you do, eh. And, hey - you know, there's a woman here, much smarter than all the rest. Suspicious. You wouldn't know her, would ya?~
~No, not really - nonetheless, do not trust her - people who stare at you are at least 60% more likely to harbor ill intentions toward you.~
Oh. Hm. Well, time to center oneself and all that. He oohms and aahms, hoping to defeat skepticism and all the various noises of the area through sheer persistence. It sorta works, and now he's more empty-headed than usual.
Strangely enough, he does kinda sense something now. Previously, it felt a bit drowned-out in the general white noise of everyday life, but now Halesey feels kind of silly for missing it. There's a big thingy that he can sense, and that is somewhere upwards from here. There's also several smaller thingies, two of them next to him and one not too far from the big thingy.
All of these feel strange, he must say.
Larry, noticing Halesey sitting slack-jawed next to him, also sits down and gets in on the action. For some reason, the presence of Halesey is something he finds disturbingly reassuring, and a meditative state of mind comes shockingly easily to him.
He also becomes aware of something big right above him - not too near, of course, but certainly in an upwards direction. It feels a bit like a second moon for reasons he can't describe, and he becomes mildly anxious thinking about the idea, though why the idea of a second moon disturbs him so, he can't really tell. There's just a sense of atypical wrongness about it, like it shouldn't be there, and yet is anyway, possibly out of spite.
There's also other little dots of something he can feel, but those are smaller and less likely to crush him terribly, he would say. And he's pretty sure two of them are next to him, and he's not dead yet, so they're probably not all that harmful anyway.
Elizabeth, wandering outside the factory, suddenly gets the impulse to meditate. Looking around cautiously, she hides behind a dumpster and sits down. The rain's a bit cold and the wind's a bit uncomfortable, but she is not quite at the point when she would prefer hiding in a half-full dumpster instead of getting a bit wet.
She thinks it's working, too. She hardly even thinks of her earlier misadventures or anything else as she lounges in her corner of the world. Well, aside from that weird thing she can sense from nearby. It feels like a weird ball of something strange, a soft and delicious mystery wrapped in the luminous aluminum foil of a true enigma.
And finally, Kat also chooses to go into a meditative state her desire for recognition satiated as she turns off the police scanner. The peace and quiet helps a lot, and soon she is in the back of her personal headspace, chilling like nobody's business.
What's weird is that she doesn't feel like she's alone, strictly speaking. It feels like someone else is around here. It is a very uncomfortable feeling for Kat for some reason.
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