The nearby waterfront would have a constant stream of people jogging, walking, and picnicking that I could watch, and maybe figure out more of this power I seem to have gained.
On the way out of the campus I spotted a guy walking away from his car hunched over with a heavy load of several books in his arms. He was clearly struggling with them, hunched over as he was with a strained look on his face.
I was about to ask him if he needed help before I realized dumbly that I could help him out a different way. I gave it a few moments of thought before thinking, "he can carry those books without trouble because he goes to the campus gym every day."
Sure enough, even from a distance, I could tell his arms were bulking up, and he straightened up, holding the large stack of books closer to his chest, which seemed to bulk out as well. The exertion he wore on his face cleared up and he broke into a smile. He increased his pace to a comfortable stride and soon entered a building.
I felt good that I was able to help him out, and I thought about what this power meant as I let my feet take me along the sidewalk that would eventually lead me to the waterfront.
A few blocks down there was a commotion on the other side of the street. A man and a woman were arguing, and it was drawing attention. Things seemed to be rather heated, as the woman swung her large at the man. The man, not to let himself get hit by the bag, blocked with a forearm before trying to grab purse. It was disturbing, to say thr least, but it did give you an idea. There were lots of street performers in this city, maybe these two could work out their differences in a more interesting way; "that man and woman are a pair of performance swordfighters who enjoy performing for live audiences."
You watched as the man and woman lost their t-shirts in exchange for thin blouses ideal for moving around in, their jeans and skirt transforming into thin red pants that seemed to bunch up at their shoes. Gone was the purse, and in its place were two curved swords. The frowns and angry brows were gone too, replaced by neutral expressions as the two changed from arguing to duelling. A rug appeared on the ground beneath their feet and a black case with some coins in it appeared on top. The two kept fighting for a minute or two before stopping and bowing to the audience that had collected, to light cheering and applause.
Seeing their argument resolved put a smile on my face as I walked the rest of the way to the waterfront.
Arriving at the waterfront, I could see many people milling about. In particular, I noticed a businessman walking quickly and talking on his cell phone, his clothes slightly frumpy. I also noticed a short jogger with dark dreadlocks and sweat dripping down her face with relatively small breasts engrossed in the music she was listening to. Looking down at some nearby bushes, it was glaringly obvious a couple were in there having sex.