November 11th, 2013


Dimensional expansion

One thing that my Lyriaverse has in common with the Potterverse is dimensional expansion, IE "bigger on the inside" magical tech. And it occurred to me, from a line in HP5 about there not being enough beds in Hogsmeade to accommodate all the people staying for Dumbledore's funeral, that it was kind of odd that there should be such a shortage. I mean, with the right magic, an inn the size of a small shack on the outside could conceivably hold, say, 50 rooms.

So an idea came to mind for the Lyriaverse, of inns that are only 2 or 3 stories tall, and less than a city block in size, but which have hundreds of rooms inside.

Granted, there are still limits, and the larger something is inside, the more problematic getting out in an emergency becomes. Things like Lyria's fortress are quite rare, Lyria being the only known mortal to know how to make a Fae style Knowe, so once a building was expanded on the inside, that would be that; it would not be able to expand any more or less, unlike Lyria's fortress.

Plus, I imagine it would take a very well educated and highly skilled mage to make such a dimensionally-expanded area. So far, the only building in Lyriaverse canon to have such expansion (aside from Lyria's fortress) is one of the Way Stations - takes up a whole city block on the outside, is at least three times bigger on the inside to accomodate all the hundreds of permanent portals to various locations.

So I guess that explains the shortage, if the same kind of thing is true in the Potterverse. But I still like the idea of one of the wealthier inn owners making an inn much bigger on the inside. Even if it was simply taking an inn with rooms only a square foot or two in floor surface area and expanding their insides to be, say, 10, 15, or more square feet in floor area.

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Saturday I went to OryCon using Brooke's badge. (She had been to it on Friday, but wasn't feeling up to going Saturday, and I hadn't bought one last year.) It was quite fun. The kid's costume parade was ADORABLE! *Squeee!* The panels were cool, too, what few I saw. (I didn't get there til a little before 4), and the art show was AWESOME! I wish I had the money for some of those things. Oh yeah, and saw the dealer's room.

But the best part of all was the pagan ritual that they do every year. Of course, this year they'd scheduled the wrong room by accident and so instead of having a room with lots of open space, we had to do the ritual (a guided meditation) sitting around these giant meeting-room tables. But whatever, it was still cool.

I don't know if I've mentioned this, and if I have, it's been ages, but I was struck again today by the sheer awesomeness of my ability to visualize stuff. All my life I've been able to visualize very realistically, making translucent images almost good enough to qualify as full visual hallucinations. And the best part is, it comes super easy to me. Where a lot of people seem to have to concentrate on every detail, and therefore get a kind of blurry image in some way, I just map out the general idea I want, breathe life into it, set it in place, and watch as my subconscious fills in all the blanks. So I can imagine, for instance, a babbling brook or water fountain and it will move realistically. The water moves just as real water does; I doubt you could tell my mental image of a fountain apart from a video of a real fountain if I could somehow record and play back the images for others. I can even see not only ripples, but interference patterns when two or more ripples collide.

Well, I basically astounded even myself today during the guided meditation. To start with, the protective blue energy we cast before casting the circle, which I imagined as blue flame, stuck to the walls and stayed there; I could see it still moving out of the corner of my eye. And as we cast the circle, I could see a giant eye open up at each quarter when its element was called; brown eye for earth, white for air, red for fire, and blue for water. The eyes stayed there, open, for the whole ritual until closing when we dismissed each element.

Then there was the meditation itself. When she told us to imagine somewhere beautiful and safe, what came up for me was amazing! Green field of grass, and it was technically daytime, but there was a thunderstorm going that made the day as dark as night. I saw myself looking exactly like Shao'Kehn, and I was nude. I could hear the thunder and the wind, feel the wind and rain on my naked skin and in my hair, taste the rain that got into my mouth. And it wasn't just disparate things layered on each other and not interacting, no; all the elements of the vision behaved just like in the real world, interacted with one another. When the wind blew especially hard, it drove the rain sideways into me. When the wind died down, the rain came down harder because it wasn't being blown. Not only did the wind blow the grass around (which was wet), but also, when I got close enough to the grass, I could see things like droplets of water being squished into flat, flapping drops and rivulets. I saw the lightning and heard the thunder. I was naked and cold and it wasn't so much raining as coming down in bucketfuls. Rain soaked my hair and ran in rivulets down my naked body. But I felt great, and I did indeed feel safe, as well as energized.

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When she guided us to find an exit back to meatspace (not the word she used), I got up and walked out from under Willow's shade, and found a pond. I dived into that storm-tossed pond and swam down to the bottom, using it as a portal back to meatspace.

Oh, and that's not the end. I already said the eyes closed when the elements were dismissed. But when the priestess said to take down the protective cage of blue light (blue fire, in my case), I did not consciously decide what to have it do beyond going down. What it did was shudder in a great spasm, and turn suddenly into this thick, gelatinous blue goo that stuck to the ceiling for a second before falling to the ground in various sizes and shapes, just as though real goo had materialized. I think I actually flinched when this happened, as a particularly large glob of the stuff came down in front of me with a wet squelching thud. Then I actually looked around the room as smaller pieces drizzled or dripped down. At the same time, the goo on the walls slumped under its own weight and pooled on the floor, before vanishing down an unseen drain. It... was surreal. I remember thinking, as I watched the smaller bits dribble down, “Well THAT was unexpected.” It was like some unknown imp in my head decided to have some fun with me.

Actually, come to think of it, it's even odder that I had a thunderstorm as my safe place, with Willow being there, because Willow fell over in a storm once. Though he continued to live on in that state, the man we were renting from removed Willow from the property. Tara and I were both devastated; she loved that tree, too. Well, I guess that makes sense insofar as Willow had a message for me.

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