by Basil Benson » Sat Oct 28, 2017 9:07 pm
Basil steadied himself for a moment. The headmistress seemed to him to be determined to be in camp Dashwood despite the man's misgivings and if he was seriously going to try to sway voters, this would more or less decide for him whether or not he was capable of actually being more than just some guy in an Elmo suit. Now was the time to act. Literally. He was going to have to sell the shit out of this if he wanted to prove their point.
He took a long breath and when he did, he became visible. He was speaking with his hands as he did when he was invisible to lead his thoughts, but it was much more effective now than then.
"Imagine if you will that you are not the Headmistress or a person in a position of a authority. You're just a person. Better yet, imagine you're one of the students here at the school.
And you get invited to go to a party by a new friend you just met. And even though you only know one person at this party, you are so excited to go!" Basil stated, his eyes lighting up as one does when they themselves are excited.
"Your friend is occupied when you arrive to the party. You don't know your friend well enough to interrupt what they are doing. After all, you don't even know what your new friends power is yet.
As you get a drink and stand with your back against the wall as those in socially awkward situations often do, your favourite song begins to play. You've danced to this song one hundred times, one thousand times even. But never in front of a group like this. You think to yourself 'should I dance?' And even though you'd love to, internally, you debate the pros and cons of each. Maybe that cute person you like will see you dancing. Would they enjoy your dancing? Would they join you? Would they and others laugh at you because you're really bad at it? No one else is dancing, is this a party where people are supposed to dance or just the kind where people are supposed to drink? Did you wear the right trousers for dancing?
As you are debating all of the potentials internally, your feet begin moving you towards the open space in the dance floor, and you think you must have decided that indeed, dancing is what you came here to do and by God, you were going to dance your ass off." As he spoke, Basil too began dancing. Nothing too extreme, just a little back and forth shoulder shuffle with a casual smile on his face.
"When you get done, your friend finally approaches you. And they say to you 'See? I knew you'd enjoy dancing. You just needed a little push.'
And when they say that, you realize you hadn't decided to dance to your favourite song at all. Before you had gotten done weighing your options, your new friend the telepath decided since you liked the song enough to dance, you should be dancing.
They hacked your mind and moved your limbs for you when you had not yet engaged them for yourself, because of course they knew that is what you really wanted to do, you just hadn't gotten the nerve up to do it yet.
How do you feel? "
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Basil Benson on Sat Oct 28, 2017 9:26 pm, edited 1 time in total.