"I'll set up a space, cook pancakes and eggs for breakfast, and get her settled. I have solid internet, too, so can keep in touch. I recommend it." She muses, then a smile quirks her lips. "Might even see your sister in an episode? Maaaaybe." Val grins and leans back.

"But more seriously, I'll fill you in on the travel arrangements as soon as I can set them up."

"I will. For now, though, be discrete, both of you. To avoid any 'trying to get that last jab in' situation, you know?" She smiles. "I'll keep in touch. Hang in there."

She clicks the button to turn it off, then leans back into her chair, steepling her fingers. "I'm going to have to include a 'I need someone to keep an eye on her until she's safely in a plane' clause to my request to the assembly," she comments out loud. "I'm not liking the sound of her dad."

"...Not physically, I don't think. He'd have done it already, you know? ...At least, not yet." She texts Ikenga, requesting if she can set up an appointment for her, noting that it's gotten a little time sensitive.

"I'd rather be on the safer side and get someone to pull a string and have someone in Dublin to house watch in case he does, at least until travel arrangements are made. I'll shoulder the favour on that. She's been through way too much already to then have some asshole father emotionally downplay her strength and will to survive."

Val's brows raise up at the latter part of the message, and a smile comes up to her lips. {Thank you. And I will!}


"In other news, I am totally going to become an apprentice Forge Master," she chirps. "I'll have to finish editing tonight or tomorrow morning, in that case, hm hm... We better get back to work!"

"Etha~an," she admonishes. "I'm going to have to redo my hair and makeu~up." Despite complaining, though, she leans her head to the side and reaches up to hook an arm behind his with a sigh.

Val reaches down to pull his hand free, but only so she can turn her wheelchair around to face him without snagging his arm in it, eyes smokier. She's been biting down from his constant teasing for a while now. "Fine then... You called down the thunder, you get to reap the whirlwind," she jests to tug him in.

She'll just have to cram a little more tonight.

"You know it," she giggles and holds onto him, at least until they get to the bed. Then she uses her agency a little less economically. It feels way better now than it did before... The 'deadzone' of sensation has shrunk like a bad spot. The nerves are new and fresh, and if anything almost overwhelming.

By the end of it, once again dressed, showered and made up, she's before the camera to wrap up, the bout of sex having been the ideal time killer for the 3D printer to finish up. "... and here we are. The faceplate now gives it a professional appearance." She holds up the handheld gaming device, part of it made of magic by magic. That alone is exciting, even if the unit itself doesn't really do anything extra or special from it.

That'll come later.

There's some shots of her playing with it, running some homebrews and emulators. "If you want the run the chance to win this little beauty, head on down into the description below and follow the contest link. Type in and submit a paragraph about something special you'd do with the unit and why you'd want it. I'll go over the messages and pick those that inspire me.

"Until next time, and as always, keep your Wire Nest untangled! Thanks for watching!"

Val clicks the camera off and wheels out to her computer to plug it in and drop the clips in. She's already got chunks of it ready to go, it's just matter of cutting out takes and putting in transitions and explanatory graphics.

Val stretches and gives a yawn now that all that's left between her video being ready for viewing is a YouTube progress bar. She rolls on back and turns about. "I'm seeing your mother monday morning, yeah." She wheels on over and crawls out of the chair to join him on the stationary one, until her video is ready for publishing.

"I'll have been reforged and healed a little more at that time, so it'll be interesting to see the reaction when I say I'm feeling more of my legs than I have in a decade."

" honestly don't know... she gives me the vibe of a sleepwalker, but your sister and your dad both have this, I dunno... semi-awareness that I'm wondering if it didn't rub off on her.

"I'll fill you in." She smiles and lays her head on his chest. "You have as much divine potential as I do, mister. You're magical too. ...but it's flattering to hear you say that."

"It's a recent development. Just because I know where I want to head with it doesn't mean everyone has to. If you want my suggestion, though... for now, just focus on growing as a mage and as a person. The rest will follow."

For a time she stays there, letting him snooze while she enjoys his warmth and company, at least until her computer chimes that the video is ready. Carefully, she eases his arm up and over her head and slides back into her wheelchair. She considers getting him a blanket, but given he has a layer of fur, opts that he'll be fine for now.

She wheels on back to her computer, tweets the announcement, and hits publish, to then spend the next little while using social media to listen up on reactions, especially the contest entries.

Thankfully, there are tools to block certain twitter accounts who don't use burners, and there's a handy report button to try and stem the tide. The idea that some sleepwalker could kick her door down and frighten her nowadays is weirdly laughable. She could slug down any gun by looking at them, taze them with her very body, all without needing to call her sister.

...she supposes some of the darker denizens of the night could be leaving death threats too, and those she'd have to take seriously.

Val responds to those she finds interesting, acting coy and mysterious in some cases and explaining herself in others. Of course, she doesn't reveal the true secrets of all, but she does jot down usernames of those who seem to have noticed. Might have to show off a bit more overtly in future videos to confirm.

If not, well, there might be cheaper places a little further away. Or she can find a magic based source of income... Bound to be some mages or other strange sleepwalkers who want some Force or Prime applied here and there. Hell, she's going to get initiated. After a while of that, she can start crafting magical projects!

Val starts to split the entries off. Plenty go in the trash bin - 'I like old games' isn't really what she had in mind. Hobbyists who want to learn from her work go into the hobbyist pile. The touching ones into the emotional pile - maybe she can make an accessibility controller as her next video for that game playing lady? She shoots an email that way to see if they want to collaborate on their ideas as the feature of her next video, and the end result would go to her mother and they can release the documents online for people to make their own at home.

And, of course, that last one she sets in the 'Hm?' pile to contact personally. She shoots off an e-mail that way with a solicitation of interest, trying to be subtle-ish about her language in case it's a robotics project, but leaving space for interpretation of her being aware of golems as magical robots.

She'll probably give the device to the kids, at first glance thus far, though she'll make the decision a little later once the submission rate has slowed down.

... wow, Hank Green watches her videos? She makes sure to retweet him with a kind word.

On the one hand, she's kind of disappointed that he's clearly not knowledgeable about the supernal realms.

On the other hand, she's really interested that he's not knowledgeable about the supernal realms.

There is a little more than that to it. It is also chemically inert, and super conducts both heat and electricity. Yes, you are right, and I used it on camera quite purposefully to get the eye of people like you. You're not what I expected, though. Are you formally trained or self-taught?