Other Side of the Curtain
...not all showy blasts and flying -- although flying is
awesome. Ki can help people in all kinds of ways just in your day-to-day.
You consider for a moment and then decide to start a new paragraph. You get back to typing.
There are tons of ways to save time with just a few simple tricks. We don't really think about it, since we do it all the time, but we spend a lot of time actually getting up and walking around to do things. You can't end up being too lazy -- that's why sparring and martial arts are one of the best ways to train your ki, even if you're not going to fight with it -- because you can still get fat, but if you're careful with it, you can save almost an hour a day just by using telekinesis to grab things instead of walking over and back to pick them up. And that's not even getting into-
"Karen!"
You yelp, flick the mouse down to the corner of the screen, and hit the button to minimize
everything as you whip around.
Sophie raises her eyebrows at you, folding her arms. "What are you doing?"
"Writing!" you say, still wide-eyed from the shock. "Stuff!"
"Well, get up, it's time for-" she blinks, taking in your appearance. "You're not even
dressed! Karen, we have school today! You're going to make us-!"
tsewtsewtsewtsew
You reappear in front of your friend, fully dressed and groomed to perfection.
She blinks. "-late. That...I'm still getting used to that."
"You could do it to your mom," you point out, hefting your backpack. "You're strong enough."
"Still getting used to it," she repeats, stepping out the door as you fall in beside her. "Speaking of stuff I'm not used to, why are you even at school today?"
"I can be anywhere in minutes," you say, which is true. Even at your, "public," power level, with you marking Maya's progress you're up to three million by now.
"It's not just that!" says Sophie as the two of you leave your house. "School's almost over! Summer is starting. We're barely learning anything right now! You wouldn't be missing anything if you left."
"My Mom would
kill me," you say, snorting.
"For
this?!" Sophie rounds on you. "Karen, you're going to speak at the
Congress of Nations today! I don't think she'd be mad!"
You tilt your head to concede the point. "Yeah, well...still. You think skipping school would be a great way to get people comfortable with me?"
Sophie rolls her eyes. "Oh my god. And
Gemma's supposed to be the nerd."
You huff, grab her with telekinesis, and hurl up skyward before leaping after her. She shrieks in surprise before getting her motion under control.
"Very funny, Sophie!" you say, rocketing past her and sending her tumbling again.
"Get back here!"
You giggle to yourself and race her all the way to your school.
The last few months have been extremely stressful, after all. The chance to relax a bit isn't something you take lightly. Still, it's only the moment, and then you need to focus again.
After all, it's not every day a thirteen-year-old girl gets to stand up with her father to address the representatives of every nation on Garenhuld.
You, your grandmother, and your father have discussed among yourselves what the best way to present this would be. By default, Dandeer is falling in line with your decision. After a lot of discussion, you concluded that the best thing to say is that...
[ ][FACE] ...your father possesses some vaguely-defined office, the limits of which only need be publicly defined in terms of his ability to make promises on behalf of the Exiles.
[ ][FACE] ...your family is a traditionally influential one, and your father in particular possesses an outright leadership position over roughly half your population.
[ ][FACE] ...you are hereditary nobility, your grandmother is the prior sitting Lady, your father is the sitting Lord, and you will yourself become Lady some day.
[ ][FACE] Write-in (keep it simple, please).
As for your role in particular, you have decided to...
[ ][ROLE] ...actively address the Congress. Your blog posts over the course of the year so far have achieved widespread recognition, your continued attendance at school has done a lot to normalize you in the public view, and you have a decent amount of capital. Plus, you're a thirteen-year-old girl; even by virtue of not being able to take you seriously, people won't think, "threat," when they look at you.
[ ][ROLE] ...answer any questions directed to you. You have no address planned, but you will be prepared to field any questions they ask. Better to keep the focus on your father, but there's no reason to decline all questions.
[ ][ROLE] ...just observe. You're not Lady yet. Your role in this is public relations, not foreign policy. You'll smile at reporters and write blog posts. Dad can handle the diplomats.
TWO-HOUR MORATORIUM. THIS VOTE IS NOW CLOSED.
I'm trying something a little different over the next few updates. Seeing if I can't pick up the pace a bit.
Enjoy, folks! Short one, but bigger ones are coming.