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[locks, then telepathic broadcast]

[ 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. ]

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[That's a hell of a wave that hits him. First thought is about what he found out about the Oracle, what the "first" ship was. Second thought is Charles needs to be shut down before he breaks something.

And then he goes quiet. Fuck. Hope that wasn't him breaking something.]

[ It's several minutes later when Charles finally recovers enough equilibrium to reach out to those affected. He brushes against Kay's mind, sends a clumsy-with-pain soothing note to wipe away much of the aftershocks. ]

/My apologies./

[The MiB keeps telepaths, so that at least isn't too strange.]

/Wonder into the wrong dark room?

[ There's a brief surge of nausea that Charles can't quite contain and the mental link breaks again. Good God, he hasn't been so overloaded since --

Since Syria. ]

/Wandered exactly where I planned to wander. Got a bit more than I bargained for./

[ And since his control is so poor, there are flickering half-memories: darkened slums, dead eyes, complete silence. Syria, no matter how much he tries to hold it back. ]

[He winces. Not at the carnage- he's seen some in his day. But at whether or not he's supposed to be seeing that.]

/The next bucket I find I'm saving for you. Is that what her head is like?/

[ The images fade; they aren't so intense, but they're the not-so-intense of someone trying desperately not to think of them and failing.

There's a mental flicker sort of like an embarrassed cough. ]

/No. That's what my head is like.

Hers is complex./

[He doesn't focus on them. Sort of like trying to turn your back when someone's getting dressed. It seems only respectful.

He wants to know what "complex" means, but it seems something better saved for later.]

/The other ship is in the dome. Did you see what the four others looked like?/

/How do you know?/

[He brings up memories of a news article he read. Very specifically. Like he's purposefully directing his mind at the moment.

Then another memory of the Oracle. "One is with the dome men. Other is lost. Two in the ground."]

/So we may assume that those in the dome know more about the technology than we do.

And they view it as a threat./

[ Doesn't bode well. ]

/But there's a possibility that ship might work. And if it does, there might be a way to figure out how to stop the power drain if we can get information from the inside./

[Oh horrible, violent attacks. Why must you be necessary for things?.]

/I'm not a technician, I'm a ... / [ Complicated series of thoughts: not-politician, not-soldier, not-figurehead, not-nation builder, not-terrorist, but something like all of those things. ]

/And I'm-/ [A very complicated version of nobody comes across. A concept, made up of different languages and philosophies. He means nothing. But he's part of something.] /-but I've become what I needed to be.

Can you help me find an infiltrator if I show you what they look like?/

/Yes. Better if you tell me what they think like./

[ Interesting. Untapped depths in this man, Charles thinks. The way he views the world. ]

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