As if the arrival itself is not enough to have to deal with, Gela seems to have developed a weaker sense of gravity? She's fine on her feet, feeling light, a little bouncy, and a single jump takes her much higher than should be physically possible: six, seven, eight feet in the air depending on how much she bends her knees. She gets the sense that she could go much higher, if she wanted.
"Excuse me!" She is taking the hand of the person nearest to her tight, thinking to use them as an anchor. However, another experimental jump pulls the both of them into the air, drifting, lagging at the point where their hands are joined. Gela laughs, wild, nervous, "What is happenin'."
Later, she seems to have developed the hang of it. It helps vastly that the fall back to the ground is slow, controlled, and soon she figures out how to account for the weight and drag of another person, bring them along. "C'mon," she coaxes, staring up. She's got her sights fixed on a very particular skyscraper that seems to tower above the rest... "I'm goin' up there. Come with?"
Even the mutant power isn't as strict a learning curve as the cellphones are. Gela struggles with all of it: the little buttons, the auto-correct, the screen that sometimes goes dark when she hasn't touched the thing for sixty seconds or so. Selecting any one contact is beyond the realm of understanding. The text goes out to everybody.
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"Excuse me!" She is taking the hand of the person nearest to her tight, thinking to use them as an anchor. However, another experimental jump pulls the both of them into the air, drifting, lagging at the point where their hands are joined. Gela laughs, wild, nervous, "What is happenin'."
Later, she seems to have developed the hang of it. It helps vastly that the fall back to the ground is slow, controlled, and soon she figures out how to account for the weight and drag of another person, bring them along. "C'mon," she coaxes, staring up. She's got her sights fixed on a very particular skyscraper that seems to tower above the rest... "I'm goin' up there. Come with?"
Even the mutant power isn't as strict a learning curve as the cellphones are. Gela struggles with all of it: the little buttons, the auto-correct, the screen that sometimes goes dark when she hasn't touched the thing for sixty seconds or so. Selecting any one contact is beyond the realm of understanding. The text goes out to everybody.
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