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Stephen Bell has taken over much of the Cooper living room, and is buried in blueprints and choice pieces of salvage metal which are starting to take the shape of complicated switchboards and ridiculously powerful engines. Tremble in your robot boots, Jetstorm, because Vader II is rising Frankenstein's monster-like from the wreckage.

Gabriel Gray is outside again, reading again, under a tree again. Got to make the most of the weather now it's warming up for spring.

Intuition is ~~necking in the tall grass~~ continuing in her quest to explore the farm and its various residents.

Hibym a Jona is, shockingly, in the kitchen; today she is exploring the possibilities offered by that delicacy known as Welsh Rarebit In Huge Quantities.

Bayami is floating about in the stratosphere, waiting for the weather to change.

And a strange and unusual and really quite hungry-looking plant has found its way down to the kraken pond, where it sits in its pot and ponders the water. If it was (a) sentient and (b) on a strict diet of human bits (both of which suggestions are of course ridiculous), one might almost think that it's looking for a kindred spirit. Alas, it has not discovered ham.

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Like Bridgette would wander about and leave her little sister alone? Bridgette glances behind her every so often.

"It any good?" Bridge asks curiously. It does not, after all, look like it has pictures.

Gabriel glances too, but achieves nothing more than a vague and unsettling impression of there being a mechanism somewhere about that's kept going without actually deigning to retain cogs or springs or similar workaday necessities. What the...?

In answer to your question, Bridge: "It's..."

...actually, pulling a face and tilting his free hand slightly in a so-so gesture will speak more than mere words ever could.

(Now he's noticed her, at least for a given value of 'notice', his eyes keep going back to the general area which Marie occupies and being confused when there's nothing there. Are you going to make him bother Inty about this?)

Bridgette nods, sympathetic. "It didn't look too great," she confides.

Bridgette is used to ignoring confused glances (and ignoring why everyone keeps asking who she's talking to), and continues on with the conversation regardless.

"You should try Darla in Danger - those books are amazing." For six-year olds.

(Apparently?)

(In that case, bothering in progress!

...oh.

...oh.

Okay, so Gabriel's not a natural purveyor of sympathy, but. Um. That and slight weirding out ~~of which he is, apparently, still capable~~ are the major motives for going in for a longer look around the general-Marie-area.)

"I don't think I've read them," he offers, whilst the narration winces and hopes that Bridgette is not offended by talking-to-children voices. "What are they about?"

Speaking of Intuition.

She's approaching from the house.

Not in sight yet, but in present company, does that really matter?

Bridgette, in fact, is a bit touchy about those sorts of voices. Ariel used them on her all the time. She's also a bit confused at the general Marie glancingness from Gabe, because it's going on for longer than it usually does with people.

"That's my sister," she says suddenly, watching Gabe with an intense, hopeful look.

Can he see her? Can someone finally see her?

The honest answer would be no, but Gabriel is being assaulted by impressions of Bridgette crying into a rainbowy arm, and he kind of doesn't want to be the instigator of a repeat performance.

"I..."

Then again, he's fairly sure that saying he can see her would bite him in the ass sooner rather than later, in the form of being expected to talk to her or something.

"...not exactly," he admits.

Oh thank God, Inty's coming to save him.

"He can tell where she is," the rainbow girl explains. "Hello, Bridge."

Hello to you too, Gabriel. Has she mentioned lately that she loves you? Because: ♥.

"Not exactly?" Bridgette repeats, brow furrowing in confusion and voice cracking in frustration. What does that even mean?

Her head whips around when she sees Inty.

"He-- hello," Bridgette replies quickly. And while she loves Inty and would normally drop everything for her....Marie's her sister. And someone can sorta see her.

Her gaze switches to Gabe. "So you can see her? Or just a bit? Or-- what?"

♥, Inty. And smile for you. (Also halp. He's going to say something wrong, he just knows it.)

"It's not exactly seeing," he begins. Then again, he doesn't have it so he can talk about what it's not. "I know she's there." Largely thanks to Inty. ...he's aware enough that 'I know how she works' could be taken the wrong way that he doesn't say it. "Sort of... feel her."

~~It's never too early to start practicing those unintentionally paedotastic vibes, apparently.~~

"Like when you're dreaming, and your eyes are closed but you can tell who's standing in front of you."

It's a close enough metaphor, and Bridge will get it.

Inty moves to stand by Gabriel, petting his hair reassuringly.

Bridgette's frustration dissolves under the explanations. She quietly says, "Oh."

If she didn't have some traumatic experiences with men, she probably would be giving Gabe a hug by now. The look on her face is certainly beaming enough. He's kinda like her, Mommy and Ariel. Inty smiles at him like Mommy and Daddy smiled at each other. Thus, Bridgette likes Gabe. She feels like she did when she first saw the Cooper house - excited, like this is the start of something.

"That's cool." Forgive Bridgette for not having the words to express what this means to her.

It's all right: Gabriel's not that big on hugging either, unless of course there are rainbows involved. Though he certainly appreciates the news that what he can do is cool. Bridgette, you get a smile as well. It'd probably be a lopsided twitch of a thing, except that Inty's already elicited a beam and thus a small smile would require a turning down of the wattage. Treasure it, Bridgette. It's a rare and fortunate soul who gets beamed at by Gabriel so soon into a meeting, if at all.

"It is, isn't it."

Of course what you can do is cool, Gabe. She's been telling you that for over a year now. Silly creature.

Which translates to snugging an arm around his shoulders and leaning her head against him.

Bridgette smiles up at the two of them - and if she remembers Mommy and Daddy and feels a bit sad, well, she doesn't let her smile dim. The happiness overwhelms the sadness.

"Do you have dreams too?" Bridge asks him. "Oh, Marie, this is...."

Hey, she doesn't know his name! She trails off.

Snuggles meet with genuinely negative levels of resistance!

"Gabriel Gray," he fills in for her, directing his smile at the Marie area. And realising that he's at an utter loss as to what to do next. Um. You can't exactly offer your hand to a ghost.

Gabe, you get squishcuddles.

Marie, a second smile directed your way.

"I'm Bridgette Dubois," Bridge replies politely. "She's Marie. Say hello to Gabriel, Marie." She gives the man a nod and pushes the air beside her forward.

Bridgette knows the signs of a tantrum when she sees it. "Or don't," she says quickly. "Sorry," she tells the grownups, rocking back and forth on her heels in her awkwardness, "she can get weird some times."

Due to trauma, but Bridge neither knows that nor would say that if she did.

...All due apologies, Inty, but this is going to take some overuse of the intuitive connection to work out.

Right.

Missing parts duly filled in, the conversation does seem to be making a kind of sense.

"That's all right," he says quickly, doing his best impression of someone completely harmless.

Think nothing of it. He can draw on their connection whenever he likes.

Her smile gentles, and she nods agreement with Gabriel's words, looking at the empty space that contains Marie a little sadly.

Bridgette reaches out and strokes the air close to her chest.

Bridge gives Gabe a smile, appreciating his attempted harmlessness.

"Are you two getting married soon?"

Because that question totally breaks the awkwardness.

"Ngkl," replies Gabriel.

Shh. The question was sudden.

The headtilt and smile to Bridge cover the very rapid asking of a silent question.

Are they?

They could.

(She loves him.)

People who are in love get married, right?

Bridgette is confused by your strange reaction of strangeness.

Um.

Wow.

They could!

Golly.

Possibly he has Failed His Mother by not sparking off this discussion before, in fact.

(He loves her.)

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