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ask all the questions.

YOU MAY KNOW EACH OTHER ALREADY - OR YOU MAY NOT. UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES, YOU'RE NOW PASSING THE TIME ASKING EACH OTHER QUESTIONS. IT'S A GAME! A QUESTION FOR A QUESTION. YOU START OFF ASKING YOUR OPPONENT A QUESTION OF CHOICE AND IF THEY ANSWER IT, THEY'RE ALLOWED TO ASK YOU A QUESTION IN TURN. THE RULES ARE SIMPLE, ONLY AS LONG AS YOU ANSWER THE OTHER PERSON'S QUESTIONS ARE YOU ALLOWED TO ASK QUESTIONS YOURSELF, BUT THERE IS NO EXPECTATION OF TRUTHFULNESS HERE, LIE IF YOU MUST OR WANT, JUST KEEP THE MOMENTUM GOING.
How to play -
1. Comment with your character's name, fandom and preference.
2. If you want, leave a question in the comment field that your character is asking their opponent. Or don't. I'm not the cops.
3. Pick other characters to question and have fun!
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What's the other thing you're trying?
[He gets super excited about superpowers.]
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[Normally she'd just phase through the floor, but that tends to freak people out who aren't used to seeing it. And Peter's been so accepting so far, she doesn't want to push her luck.]
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[It hasn't completely sunk in, that he's Spiderman. She knows it, and she believes it, but it still feels odd to associate him with enhanced abilities. He was supposed to be her step outside of the mutant world - an attempt at normal. Apparently normal wanted nothing to do with her.
She backs his desk chair into the door, then steps up onto it (he's sitting on his bed, and Aunt May has no idea Kitty's even there, thanks to some clever phasing through the currently unoccupied apartment on the other side of Peter's bedroom wall). Wearing her very focused face, she steps off the chair and into the air in front of it. From there she takes another step forward, this time up a little higher, then another, like she's climbing the world's tiniest stairs.
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He watches her taking tiny steps on the air and is fascinated. He's loves learning about other people's superpowers.]
That is so cool!
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You wanna try?
[She's pretty sure she can do it, even though she hasn't tried it with someone else before. And she's still falling a lot. That's why it's safer over the bed.]
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[He's totally game - he just wants to make sure it's not going to hurt her or drain her energy too much.]
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[They're going to find out, anyway. She's phased other people before. This shouldn't be that much harder.]
I wouldn't do it with just anyone. You're special.
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[He's teasing. He probably is the best choice for testing this out for exactly that reason.
He takes her hand and waits for her to get them started.]
I'm trusting you not to drop me.
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[She doesn't think that his stickiness would work in a phased state, but she can't say for certain. He can totally trust her. She even laces their fingers together, so he knows that she's got a grip on him that's secure.]
Go ahead, try and take a step.
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[It isn't. And he's not six, so he doesn't actually play that game anymore.]
Okay...
[He's skeptical, though he's not sure why. He knows all sorts of people with superpowers. But, he takes a tentative step and doesn't immediately fall on his face, so that's promising.]
If this works - it'll be so cool...
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Phasing seems like it's not a huge thing, but it's so much cooler than I can describe. Keep going.
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[He takes a few more small steps - he doesn't want to do something to overload her power.]
So, if you move atoms around or something to go through things - how does that work with the air so you can levitate? Because the physics on that shouldn't be the same - solid matter and the gases in the air are, by definition, not the same, so how does that work?
[A lot of this is him just thinking out loud. He realizes she may not actually know the answers to any of these questions, but the theorizing has to get out of his head or it'll twist his brain up.]
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I think it's more about the space between atoms. Or the vibratory rate. I wish I knew but I can't ask a random physicist, you know?
[He's a little higher than she is now, so she takes a step up so they're on the same level. Face to face. Her light brown eyes to his dark brown.]
Maybe I'm compressing the air atoms to make something solid enough to stand on?
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But - compressing atoms might be a thing. I have a feeling that a lot of our superpowers are mostly in the realm of what the world thinks of as 'theoretical physics'. Meaning - there are theories that might explain the stuff, but it might not actually explain it, you know?
[When he stops babbling and looks up at her, she's looking right at him.]
Hi. [he says nervously. Maybe more shy than nervous.]
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[She's still figuring him out, but she's seen enough to know that if anything's going to happen between them, she's gonna have to be the one to step out on the limb, so to speak. She decides to give him one last chance to make a move before she does. Her eyes glance down at the several inches between their feet and the bed.]
Pretty cool, huh?
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Very cool! I feel like if I stop concentrating I'll fall - which is kinda weird.
[He squeezes her hand a little tighter - not enough to hurt, just to keep his balance that wavered a bit when he said the thing about concentrating. He does want to kiss her, but, yeah, he's nervous about it.]
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Oops.
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Um yeah - wow.
[He's laughing.]
Haven't fallen out of the air while kissing someone before.
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Me neither.
[And now she's laying on top of him and it should be weird and she should probably get up but that kiss was something else and since he's right there... she kisses him again.]
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We can skip the falling part next time.
[Then she's kissing him again and he's more than okay with it. He brushes a hand over her hair, letting his fingers settle at the back of her neck.]
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Sorry about that.
[She doesn't have anything to tie it with, so she loosely twists it behind her head and tucks it into the back of her shirt. It might look strange, but it'll have to do.]
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[He giggles a little when her hair tickles his face, but draws her back in for another kiss once she tucks it out of the way.]
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You okay?
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