To the elevator banks

Milan blinked a few times. Everything she could feel and see was interesting — but it was also a little bit overwhelming. She wanted to concentrate, and the first step seem to be to centralize the reach of this unreal substance. She summoned it somehow, calling it to her. She consciously left plenty in the apartment where she found the stash — not wanting to ruin the guys fun — but as for the rest of the apartment building, she would bring the rest to her.

With a few deep breaths, she could feel the field of effect shrinking, but also becoming more powerful. As it sailed through the air system, returning to her, it seemed to also bring back remote sensory information — a sort of psychic awareness of the places it had been. She saw a few interesting apartments with more than a few interesting figures inside, but saved this knowledge for later. She held her hands out to her sides, pooling the red mist over her fingertips.

She looked around, wondering how she could carry a concentrate of the Manacite that she could disperse at will. Not through a spray bottle, or anything so mundane — but a way to transmit it through her thoughts alone. She grinned when she looked at her black vinyl overcoat, imagining that she could assemble a dense layer of pure Manacite under the lining without anybody being the wiser.

More ideas came to her. One of her favorite sweater dresses strutted over — and she realized it could probably soak up even more of the red concentrate. A pair of thick tights would hold still another layer, and a pair of black patent boots to match her sharp glossy jacket would be perfect.

"Just like that," Milan said as the mist assembled into the waiting outfit. Every bit of Manacite save the apartment she spared, and the multitude of remaining vials, was being concentrated into this outfit. The black gloss of the vinyl and the patent leather seemed to turn a stunning maroon – and Milan nodded, approving of her handiwork.

"Well, girls," Milan smiled mischievously, "I think we should hit the town. Let's get dressed." The gloves holding Milan's chest let go as her sweater dress pulled itself over her body. She turned to look at herself in the mirror, completely unconcerned about the absence of underwear. "I'm sure we can pick up some things on the way," Milan said. She lifted one leg and allowed her living tights to slide on, lifting the other leg once they reached her toes.

And she hadn't yet put her first down.

"Oh, wow — that's… that's pretty useful." She looked at herself in the mirror again, striking a straddling pose with both of her legs lifted into the air. She was, of course, straddling nothing at all — and the tights themselves seem to keep her suspended in the air effortlessly. She realized the concentrated Manacite could probably do a lot of things she hadn't thought of, but it made sense that her own clothes could suspend her in the air based on their material strength — especially since they could simply walk around and hover on their own.

She commanded her boots under her, unzipping them with her thoughts as she let her feet Settled Back down into them, allowing them to zip themselves as she placed her feet back on the floor. She held her arms out for the glossy vinyl jacket, tweaking her own nipples a bit before the coat cinched itself up with its vinyl sash.

An equally glossy purse hovered out of her closet as her pocketbook dutifully joined it, sliding inside as the purse zipped up and slung itself over her shoulder.

"I think we're ready to go," Milan said. As she headed toward her door, she spoke to the rest of her locomotive things still hanging around her apartment. "While you're out and about, be dears and clean the place." Not that it wasn't already pretty clean, she thought. "You know what? Redecorate a little bit. Maybe use a couple more of those vials and bring some friends over," she giggled, wondering what on earth her belongings would do with that command. "I don't know, surprise me."

Her apartment's door swung open on its own as she walked out. It locked behind her, and she headed to the elevator banks, planning her next move. All she had to do was focus on the elevator button, and a fine substrate of Manacite concentrated in the circuitry and pressed the elevator button to call the car.

Willpower alone allowed her to reach out and summon the elevator car, and as the doors opened, a confused looking woman glanced at her, up at the digital display, and then back at Milan.

"I was supposed to stop on 14," the woman said, "but I guess I didn't press it hard enough."

"Modern technology," Milan smiled wryly as she stepped onto the elevator. The attractive young woman let out a polite laugh and response as Milan looked her up and down. Some part of her consciousness was reaching out to the brunette next to her, carefully exploring her in some way. The undetectable fine mist of nebulized Manacite was obviously doing the same.