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There is one Lyle Norg, in the bar, at a table. He wandered down from the upstairs a few minutes ago, in hopes of finding something interesting - but it's hard to find something interesting when you're feeling restless.

There are so many things he could find to be entertained by, but in the end, apparently he's settled for his own devices - staring intently as his own hand as he turns it invisible and then back again. Invisible... back again.... invisible.... you get the picture.

Might you come and entertain him? He's not doing such a good job by himself.

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A very large woman in jeans and t-shirt wanders in the Door, and blinks at trhe man going invisible and visible. She wanders over... a little closer... a little closer. Then one time, unable to help herself, pokes when he goes invisible.

Is it possible that this earned a squeak? Of course not - if you heard one, you're just imagining it.

Lyle is completely visible now once more, and giving her an odd look to go along with it. "Do you usually go around poking strangers?"

"When they might be fading in and out of reality utilizing a quantum matrix or possibly fading due to a time-space illusory quickening? yes."

Lyle raises an eyebrow.

"It's not due to any of those reasons, actually."

"Why are you disappearing then?"

"Now that, dear lady," Lyle says, grinning slightly at her. "Is a secret. If I told you, there'd be dire consequences."

Well. Probably not. But it was certainly interesting to claim.

He raises and eyebrow.

"Aha. And next you will be telling me your name is Bond, James Bond."

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For a doctor, Sally seems surprisingly... well, unsurprised at seeing a boy's hand flashing between being visible and invisible. After all, the fact that it returns means he still has it and that he's probably doing that on purpose.

Still, it is interesting, and so she watches intently, attempting to discern if it's an organic or inorganic process.

Lyle glances up from his hand, and notices Sally watching; he gives her a bit of a crooked grin in greeting.

"Hello there," he calls.

'You either,' Sally says, sliding into the seat across from him, 'are extremely bored or entertained far too easily.'

She is exempt from the entertained category because being entertained and interested are different things, yes they are.

"It may be possible that it's both."

Were the two mutually exclusive?

'Frequently when people are bored, repetitive behaviours are an unconscious attempt to relieve the feeling, not necessarily a source of amusement.'

She grins. 'Of course, that isn't necessarily true for everyone.'

Trying to get pencils stuck in the ceiling tiles can be very entertaining, after all!

"It could also be training," Lyle says, turning his hand invisible once more. He leaves it that way for a moment longer.

That's... not quite true, really. Going invisible is like stretching a muscle, for him; it's like visiting an old friend. It would never really disappear from his capabilities.

But he never said it was true, did he? Just that it might be.

Erin looks at him as she passes by, eyebrows raised.

"That anything like an on/off switch?"

"I don't think I have a button to press," Lyle says in response. If he did, that might be... rather interesting, to say the least. "But it works at my will, yes."

"Just the hand, or 's it for practice?"

"I can do more than the hand." To back up this statement, Lyle turns his arm invisible as well. "Any part of myself that I wish to."

She looks mildly impressed.

"Handy, that. Any part means you can go all see-through, right?"

Otherwise that'd be a shitty limitation to have.

"Completely undetectable to the eye."

And on a few other wavelengths, as well. It was truly handy.

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Brainy makes his way over to where Lyle's sitting and slides onto the chair across from him. There's a smudge of something that may be soot across his cheek and a feather he failed to notice sticking out of his hair.

"You need a new pillow," he tells Lyle by way of greeting.

"Do I want to know why?"

He can guess, really. Brainy attempted some experiment, and for some reason a pillow was utterly essential: and obviously his own couldn't be used. Either that, or one misfired, and the pillow was an unfortunate casualty.

He's severely tempted to steal Brainy's for his own, and leave him pillowless.

Brainy foresaw the secondary thought and has put his pillow somewhere out of Lyle's reach. Which is to say, he put it in a pocket universe. They're remarkably useful.

"Our communicators can't be modified to work from here," Brainy replies. It's not exactly an explanation, and it isn't an answer to Lyle's question, but it's what he was working on and Lyle should know.

The pillow was an innocent bystander, really.

"I'm not surprised." If anybody would have been able to do it, it would have been Brainy - but clearly there was something about this place that stopped it entirelly. "Maybe it would work if we found some way to back it up with magic."

That, after all, quite often beat the laws of science. But of course, neither of them could actually harness it.

Magic. Too much here seems to rely on magic. It makes Brainy surprisingly uncomfortable.

"Have you found a magic-user yet?" he asks. It had never been specifically stated that Lyle would be the one searching one down, but he's the people person, so it would be the logical choice.

"Was I supposed to be looking?" Lyle inquires, raising an eyebrow. "Not yet, but I'm betting they're not scarce around here."

He'll find one soon enough.