A little too late, a little too much, a little bit left

[killorder]

WHO: Jake Jensen
WHERE: Around the South villge
WHEN: Just before everyone takes ill
OPEN TO: All
WARNINGS: None noted yet.

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There was something about the mining trip that had made Jake feel a lot better about himself and this place and how life is. He needed to feel useful again, something he hadn't thought he might find here without the technology he is used to. Now things were so much better.

Or so he thought.

He got home, started cleaning things up, and in the process knocked some black dust loose from his pack. Coughing and choking, he got things to clean it up, throw it all out and thinking nothing of it with all they had done in the mine and it was no big deal.

Right until he couldn't turn a doorknob in trying to leave the Inn. It took him three tries, the last with his sleeve pulled down over his hand and it finally opens. Then he goes down to the forge to see if there's anything he can help with. Trying to open the door, his hand passing through the door.

Jake shrieks, backing up. "Oh. My. God. Did I die? Am I ghost?"

He freaks out a tiny bit as it goes on, heading back for the Inn and his house, and finding himself walking through a wall with little resistance. Oh man, this is so bad and so not good, and he's kind of freaking out as it goes on before it wears off.

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[alittlelonger]

"I mean, maybe. And it would explain why they brought in mostly competent people to handle whatever comes their way." Rinoa really doesn't know. She's never been the brainiest one in the group, although she usually is grounded and focused enough to get things done. But she shrugs. "Except I'm not sure why they wouldn't leave people with their powers. Those of us without them, sure, but superheroes could do more good if they had their abilities."

Rinoa thinks for a moment. "OR. They purposely don't want that because then they'd be too powerful or likely to fight back. But they still gave us powers of some kind, apparently. Maybe those are powers they actually have so they figure if we use them right it'll give them an idea?" These were some very reaching ideas, but he was intangible so she was going to keep trying to distract him from that if possible.

[killorder]

"You can say I sound crazy," he teases, trying to manage a bit of a smile though he knows it's not easy. Not for him, not for anyone to even think about things being like that. "But there's a lot of it that makes sense with the half finished houses and all."

And makes it more frightening in a lot of ways to him.

"I wonder more how they take those abilities from people. How do they give them back to them with the machine? I mean, none of this makes sense. And then there's that. You don't want your test rats fighting back. Doesn't do much for your experiment, right?"

He shakes his head. "It makes sense, and it doesn't. I don't know but I can't stop wondering."

[alittlelonger]

Rinoa smiles a little at him. "You're not crazy. If you sound crazy, we all sound crazy. And maybe we do all sound crazy, who knows." They are living in a crazy situation! "Those are all really good questions that I wish we had answers to. I hope it doesn't take years for that to happen." Apparently years were what people experienced here.

She takes a seat, because she has no intention of leaving him as long as he's intangible. She'll keep talking until he's whole again and less scared.

[ooc: maybe wrap here assume they had a nice chat? wrapping nov things :D]