[ It's immediate. Not loud or panicked, but firm. After a moment, Eleven shakes her head, too, as if to add emphasis. Just in case she could be misunderstood. She thinks of Kali for a moment. A girl who'd escaped the lab, who she'd found. Her "sister", projecting glowing butterflies into her mind, making police unable to spot them. Forcing images of Papa into Eleven's mind, too, until she'd cried. Papa is dead (or so Eleven is entirely convinced of anyway), but it had still hurt, and she hadn't liked it.
But... she wants to see. Mike told her about schools. About bullies and mouth breathers, but also about friends and school dances and the AV Club. Eleven is curious. She worries her lower lip between her teeth for a moment, considering. ]
Can I... [ A beat. ] I want to look.
[ She taps her own temple with her index finger. She wants to use her own powers to go into his memories of the school. It's more involved - she doesn't wield her powers like he does. He gets the impression of blindfolds and static noise, of Eleven stepping into the vast darkness gaping within her own mind, where she can find people, watch them, spy on them - and reach for them. She has a tentative, unpractised understanding of this, that she can make her presence known if she chooses, that she can form a connection, reach into a memory or even a dream. It's nothing a normal person could prevent her from doing. Someone like Charles, of course, could likely block her out, control what she can see - and reach back into her, if he so chose. ]
no subject
[ It's immediate. Not loud or panicked, but firm. After a moment, Eleven shakes her head, too, as if to add emphasis. Just in case she could be misunderstood. She thinks of Kali for a moment. A girl who'd escaped the lab, who she'd found. Her "sister", projecting glowing butterflies into her mind, making police unable to spot them. Forcing images of Papa into Eleven's mind, too, until she'd cried. Papa is dead (or so Eleven is entirely convinced of anyway), but it had still hurt, and she hadn't liked it.
But... she wants to see. Mike told her about schools. About bullies and mouth breathers, but also about friends and school dances and the AV Club. Eleven is curious. She worries her lower lip between her teeth for a moment, considering. ]
Can I... [ A beat. ] I want to look.
[ She taps her own temple with her index finger. She wants to use her own powers to go into his memories of the school. It's more involved - she doesn't wield her powers like he does. He gets the impression of blindfolds and static noise, of Eleven stepping into the vast darkness gaping within her own mind, where she can find people, watch them, spy on them - and reach for them. She has a tentative, unpractised understanding of this, that she can make her presence known if she chooses, that she can form a connection, reach into a memory or even a dream. It's nothing a normal person could prevent her from doing. Someone like Charles, of course, could likely block her out, control what she can see - and reach back into her, if he so chose. ]
We have to be. Somewhere quiet.