[locks, then telepathic broadcast]

[radars]

[ Locked to Erik Lensherr ]

I don't suppose I have a right to ask for this, given how I've treated you since we've both awakened.

But. Do you think we could wipe the slate clean?

[ Locked to Shepard ]

Should we speak?

[ Telepathic broadcast / significantly later ]

ooc ; If you'd like your character to feel this, assume they get slammed by it; if you would rather them not, assume that Charles' mind skipped over theirs somehow and only hit a portion of the population.

[ Early afternoon on Thursday, particularly psychically susceptible people might suddenly feel an agonizing, splitting pain down the center of their skull. Psychic overload, if any of them have experienced it before, drowning in a stream of information too much for one person to handle.

Brief impressions: the ship, no, the other ship, go back for them, four more, woke them up, the first, the first.

The contact cuts off as abruptly as it was made. ]

Comments

telepathy

[radars]

/I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, it was an accident.../

[ From a mind unbalanced and half-panicked from an overload of information. ]

telepathy

[lehnsherr]

I wasn't asking for an apology.

[Not this time. He wants information; an explanation for what just happened. And if there's a certain amount of concern involved there too, he's not about to draw attention to it.]

telepathy

[radars]

And I didn't give it because you asked for it.

telepathy

[lehnsherr]

It's unneeded.

Why do you believe there's a second ship?

[eternaliyah]

I'm fine, I'm, don't worry about it - what happened to you, are you in trouble?

telepathy

[radars]

[ A pause. ]

I saw it.

[radars]

Fine, it's simply--

[ He conveys the idea of a squeal of sound-feedback, of too many foreign thoughts to cram inside a single skull. ]

[raisedbybirds]

[For a moment she mentally paces like a tiger in a cage. She doesn't want to get any more involved than she is with the affairs of this planet, but trouble has a habit of calling her like a Siren.]

/Explain yourself./

[eternaliyah]

Yikes.

Just. Take care of yourself, okay?

[radars]

/It was an accident./

[radars]

I am. Simply an incautious move.

[ He sends back a well of affection, a mental hug. ]

[raisedbybirds]

/Who are you?/

[radars]

/...no one./

[mind]

[fireofunknown]

[The information is not welcome as Fox's hand slips from the needed vein and promptly stabs himself in the arm with the syringe.

The small pain is accompanied by a massive throbbing headache that was now sending searing heat through his body. Well. At least the heat was a reaction to the pain.

The flames lick out through the mental connection once more and this time it isn't a warning crackle, but in subconscious defense.]

[raisedbybirds]

/Even a dead man can be a someone. Who are you?/

[action]

[femshep]

So essentially, we don't know a damn thing.

telepathy

[lehnsherr]

Where is it?

[mind]

[radars]

/Stop that!/ [ -- because the last thing Charles needs right now is more mental pain. ]

[radars]

[He flicks back the impression of secret -- not cloak-and-dagger secrecy for security, but secrecy for the sake of life. The idea that revealing his identity would lead inevitably to death. He is deeply, deeply afraid, and whether the danger is imagined or real, it defines him.]

[action]

[radars]

I wish I could elaborate.

telepathy

[radars]

The dome. I think.

[mind]

[fireofunknown]

/You stop that!/

[His mind cries out in annoyance, thinking for a split moment the thought that Charles spoke was his own before he realized there was something very wrong about all this.]

Perfect- ugh fuckin' migraines getting so bad I'm going nuts.
[The words are both thought and spoken.]

telepathy

[lehnsherr]

You've been in there?

telepathy

[radars]

Of course not.

telepathy

[lehnsherr]

[The how do you know? is there, but it goes unsaid.]

Who did you read?