[center][color=8882be][h3]Violet[/h3][/color][/center]

Two weeks. That was how long she had been working, having the most fun with math she'd had in years. Hundreds of experiments and several notebooks had gone into that time, now full of diagrams and equations spanning nearly every page, sparse theses and notation littered throughout in an unorganized jumble indecipherable to the average mortal. Written in elegant form by Violet's mother, these books contained every secret that Violet had learned about her newfound reality. From the exact measurements of her sugar decay to a daily log of experiments and training she'd done, these were the maps to truth that had been drawn by her family and friends. Of course, it helped that coincidence and instinct seemed to be on her side.


---	Violet had just finished washing her hands when it happened. Her head tapped the ceiling while she was distracted from drying her hands. At the same time, a strange [url=https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/15ab077d-a187-4226-bc7a-a98c038e1953.png]shape[/url] appeared on the back of her left hand and she found herself unable to move at all. Floating in the air as she was, her mind was racing to find out what was going on. There was hysteria and crying coming from outside the restroom. She didn't know what was going on but immobility was immediately annoying. Noticing that she was still blinking, she focused on the feeling of it and slowly found that she could move if she turned all of her mental ability towards the act. However, she was met with the problem that she couldn't seem to control the force she moved with, far overshooting what she intended to do. She spent several minutes there as she tried to re-learn movement before her mother entered the restroom and saw her. Speaking proved to be too difficult for the young girl and her mother instantly attempted to grab her daughter and bring her back to the ground. Unfortunately all that happened was that her hand got stuck, as if held in place by concrete. Violet was able to carefully remove her mother's hand and went to the doorway, holding onto the top of it to prevent herself from floating to the higher ceiling of the room. 
	Her mother got her father's attention while Violet took in the scene before her. Absolute chaos, and it seemed that she wasn't the only one whose reality had become more interesting. She noticed a passing acquaintance of her parents and a girl who seemed slightly familiar were among those people, seeing that one of them had somehow attracted a nearby metal table and nearly knocked them both unconscious with it. That is, before the boy split it in half when he reached out to block it. She tried to remember the boy's name. Afton, perhaps? She concluded that she had spent too much time in the "Five Nights at Freddy's" theory forums recently and turned her attention back to her parents. Her mother had already told her father not to touch her, and he had brought over a strong cable from somewhere in the room, telling her to grab onto it tightly. She did, and her father was able to slowly drag her along towards the exit as if she were a balloon, despite the immense effort required on his part. During this time it seemed that cooler heads had prevailed among some of the others at the event, as the boy and girl she thought she recognized had gathered some of the other survivors and seemed to be talking about meeting up again later to figure out what the hell had happened here. Violet took a mental note of the time and location that she overheard as she left. She managed to crawl inside her humble Nissan Ultima and floated on its ceiling until she was back home, where her parents helped her get inside. She mimed what she had overheard to her parents so they would write it down and then set her impressive mind to figuring out the phenomenon that she now had to live.	---


---	With the help of her family and three friends the week following the gala had been very productive. Violet not only learned how to move almost as effectively as a normal person, but was able to pinpoint [i]what[/i] was happening around her. With a diabetic father her symptoms were quickly recognized and the association between her phenomenon and blood sugar was learned, and shortly after the correlation between her ability to influence the phenomenon and her blood pressure was discovered. However, she wasn't able to figure out what it was that was happening until a chance encounter at a perfect time gave her the first clue. Having three online friends who were also bored with how easy their college work was for a year now proved invaluable as well. The four would constantly send each other difficult experiments and puzzles to solve, something that she took advantage of by recording her experiments with the phenomenon and carefully making the videos seem edited rather than genuine. The "chance encounter" was simply a wasp getting inside her home while she was conducting an experiment. With black marker on her fingers to allow her to claim that the "special effects" were motion tracking, the wasp suddenly became trapped near her, its wings no longer moving despite it continuing to stay in midair as it slowly moved closer to her finger. She consistently moved away from it yet it simply began moving towards her chest instead, causing her to run from it to behind the camera, where the wasp began moving again and flew away.
	Still unable to figure out what was happening, she sent this newest video to her three friends where one quickly made a likely hypothesis. "[b]Is the trick that you're affecting vectors in these videos?[/b]" That hadn't even occurred to her. "[color=8882be]Elaborate.[/color]" He quickly launched into a wonderfully concise explanation of the phenomenon, citing the various experiments she had sent and how the things shown in them behaved. As he did, another of her friends quickly calculated the math behind it, agreeing with the newest theory. Violet was stunned by the realization and admitted defeat, claiming they had solved her newest puzzle. Then began her more extensive experiments to confirm and expand on this theory. Finally, twelve days after the gala, she had finished a fifth notebook and considered her theory complete. Along with her experiments and tests came experience with her influence over her new ability. She finally was able to move without much effort and as effectively, or in some cases better, than she could before the gala.	---

"[color=8882be]Geeeeeez~[/color]" Violet said as she stretched her sore arms. Targeting the correct places to exude force from seemed to still be beyond her grasp. At least alternating between weightless and earthbound had become something approaching second nature. Today was the day her father said her weights would be finished, so she wouldn't need to worry about it anymore. She glanced at the floor near the stairs that led to her bedroom, where several backpacks and a guitar case sat attached to a five-foot metal pole, large bolts screwed onto both ends to prevent them from falling off. Her six inch think metal backpack sat nearby as well, along with several survival tools and spools of thin but sturdy metallic wire. For all she knew today would be the last day she'd ever see her parents again; she'd be damned if she wouldn't give them the simple comfort of knowing she was prepared for anything she could come across. A quick push from her foot and a few mental equations had her sailing through the air through the kitchen and into the living room on its other side. 

"[i]Do officials have any leads or suspects at this time?[/i]" came from the television. 

It seemed her mother had been watching the news while Violet did her practice exercises. She waved at her so she'd know that she was in the room.

A second woman responded to the first news reporter. "[i]At this time we really don't know. Investigators are looking at this from every angle, and pursuing every possible avenue. There are medical experts trying to determine what exactly killed the attendees. There are, however, a few names that keep popping up. Ashton Conway, Jennifer "JJ" Jureau, and Luna Yvilkov. These three are wanted for more questioning, but officials currently do not believe they were in anyway responsible for what happened. If you see or have any information about these three do not approach them and call the police.[/i]" 

Violet's mother looked at her with a concerned expression. She recognized two of those names. It didn't help that Violet had claimed they were the two who set up the meeting that her daughter was planning to go to once her husband returned. 

"[i]Thank you for your time, Jennifer. That was Jennifer Nettles, our Field Corespondent. Again Ashton Conway, Jennifer "JJ" Jureau, and Luna Yvilkov are only wanted for questioning. They are not currently suspects. Please do not approach or attempt to apprehend them. If you have any information relating to their whereabouts please call the police... Coming up after the break, celebrity news.[/i]" 

Of course it was. Celebrity news was [i]always[/i] going on in this city. Violet had to stifle a laugh. From what she'd just heard she'd consider the past minute or two as celebrity news, what was the point of calling it something else? Her mother muted the T.V. and looked at her. 

"[b]Violet...[/b]" She didn't need to say anything, her daughter could tell what she wanted to say already and they both knew it. 

"[color=8882be]Hehe~ Momentai, mom. It sounds like I'm not a suspect, and as long as there's not a warrant on them, they shouldn't be able to get me on association charges either.[/color]" She gently jumped the few feet between them and gave her mother a hug. "[color=8882be]I'll be careful. Besides, [i]you're[/i] the one who's been in contact with them before. I'm more worried about you getting in trouble.[/color]" She paused for a moment in thought as she let go of the hug. "[color=8882be]I'm sure they plan to go somewhere else and from what you've told me, Ashton is smart enough to get through this. Try not to rat us out, eh?[/color]" She laughed, and soon enough it had spread to her mother as well. 

"[b]Remember to keep your sugars up and not to talk to strangers if you can avoid it.[/b]" Violet just nodded in response as the door opened and her father stepped inside. 

"[b]Hey, honey. All packed up?[/b]" Again, Violet simply nodded. Ever since she re-learned how to speak the three of them had been collecting anything she could possibly need to survive on her own. They all knew she couldn't just stay there, the stigma was too much as it was and seemed to only grow worse. 

Violet quickly went to her bedroom and changed clothes. Comfortable underwear, black athlete's spats, and comfortable cargo shorts under her nearly knee-length grey skirt, check. Athletic socks with warming socks on top that went up to her knees and simple black athletic shoes, check. Her favorite black sports bra and her most comfortable purple tank top, the exact size of all the others in her closet yet somehow it felt better than the rest, this one bearing a large green heart on the front, check. She grabbed her favorite sweatshirt and went back downstairs; she'd already packed many duplicates of this outfit in her backpacks. When she reached the bottom she quickly gave her father a hug before fitting the heavy, six-inch diameter metal bracers her father had brought to her legs. Finally, she put her sweatshirt on and put the matching arm bracers on over top, completing her outfit and finally giving her weight without needing to use her ability to get it. 

"[color=8882be]Thanks, dad. And... thank you, both of you... for everything.[/color]" She and her parents said a tearful goodbye over the last meal they might ever eat together, then Violet picked up the metal pole holding her supplies, put the metal backpack on carefully under her sweatshirt while making sure it was hidden, and placed all of the loose equipment in the compartments in her new bracers. Finally, she was ready to leave her house for the first time since the events of the gala.

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Violet finally found herself on the rooftop across from her destination. Apparently nobody had considered that a minor would survive the gala, since they picked a meeting place that required ID. A perfect fake one still wouldn't do much for someone who looked as young as her, but it made for a good first option. She set down her supplies, unscrewed the end to remove her guitar case, and quickly found the bag containing the several fake IDs she'd gotten in the past week. She also grabbed her most recent Japanese ID in the hopes that she could trick the bouncer with it. Bouncers are stupid, right? That's why they pick a job like that. She'd read enough stories to know that. With her guitar case slung over her shoulder she carefully jumped down into the alley to her side and walked around to the street, outside of the bouncer's view. 

The club seemed not to be very busy since there wasn't a line, so the bouncer immediately noticed Violet as she walked over to him.

"[color=8882be]Konnichiwa![/color]" she said as she raised a hand to wave at him. 

The man simply looked at her, nonplussed. 

[i][color=8882be]Shit. Not a great start.[/color][/i] "[color=8882be]How are you doing?[/color]" She finally reached him and pulled out her old Japanese ID and showed it to him. 

He looked it over without even bothering to grab it from her. "[b]Sorry, but you've gotta be twenty-one to enter."[/b]

"[color=8882be]I'm totally twenty-one![/color]"

"[b]Then I'll need to see an American ID of some sort.[/b]"

[i][color=8882be]So much for that plan then.[/color][/i] Violet reached in her pocket and brought out another ID. "[color=8882be]Here.[/color]"

Once again, the man didn't even bother taking it from her. "[b]Sorry, but there's no way you're old enough, and I'm not going to let a kid go in and get drunk.[/b]"

"[color=8882be]Get drunk? Nah buddy,[/color]" she said as she patted her guitar case a couple times. "[color=8882be]I'm the entertainment for tonight.[/color]" She pointed a finger between the man's eyes indignantly. "[color=8882be]And I'll have you know that I work [i]very[/i] hard to look this young.[/color]"

"[b]I never heard anything about some kid coming in to play guitar.[/b]" [color=8882be][i]Bastard.[/i][/color]

"[color=8882be]Yeah, alright, fine. If I give you three hundred dollars will you go away for thirty seconds?[/color]"

"[b]You want me to risk my job for three hundred bucks?[/b]"

[i][color=8882be]Fucking...[/color][/i] She was getting annoyed. "[color=8882be]Seven hundred?[/color]"

The man stared at her for a moment, then turned his head to the side and subtly held out his hand. [color=8882be][i]Finally.[/i][/color] Violet pulled a wad of hundreds out of her pocket and put seven in his hand as she walked past him into the building. [i][color=8882be]Good boy.[/color][/i] Now, where to find the others? 

She walked up to the bartender and put on her sweetest, most innocent facade. "[color=8882be]Um... sir? Could you please tell me where your private rooms are? My daddy said to wait for him there if I can't find him...[/color]"

It seemed like the bartender barely heard her over the discord filling the room, but luckily his surprise at her youth had focused his attention on her. He gave her directions and soon she was standing in front of several doors. Seeing one that said "Occupied," she spent several minutes attempting to knock and being baffled from her phenomenon preventing any sound from occurring. Finally, she figured out how to counter it and knocked on the door several times, an annoyed look on her face at the challenge.