[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. ]

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[buckingauthority]

[The pain is intense. Starbuck's knees buckle. She drops her crutch and lurches against a wall to prevent herself from falling, clutching at her head. Something's invading her mind. Flashes of images. Thoughts not her own.]

Get the frak out!

[She hisses, breathing hard.]

[radars]

[ The contact doesn't resume until minutes later, when there is a quiet, clumsy apologetic touch, and a soothing feeling spreading through her mind. ]

[buckingauthority]

[Despite herself, she reaches out, needing to understand.]

/What the hell was that? There are more ships?/

[radars]

[ A hesitation, and then a communication comes in without words. It's the tight anger that he feels every time someone hates him for being a telepath. For being what he is. It's a tiny, microscopic hint of the sensation that comes from being able to feel the minds around him, which brings both pain and incredible joy. It's, essentially: I meant no ill towards you, and I never acted intentionally ill towards you, so why should I say? ]