[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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[radars]

Excuse me, like my shredder -- I feel like my thoughts have been put shredded, through a shedder -- oh, bloody hell.

[ He ever-so-rarely curses. ]

I'm having some trouble keeping my thoughts in order.

[femshep]

[Oh god, she's definitely been there. She's silent for a minute, then:]

Are you-... [No, 'are you alright' is not the right question. It's an obvious one, and besides, that would imply that she gives a shit, which she refuses to do until she knows she won't have to eventually take him down. So she amends it to:] Do you need back-up? [Because so far, she doesn't know what caused it and whether it's physical or purely mental.]

[radars]

No. No, it's all right.

[ He just needs a quiet place. ]

[femshep]

Just let me know. [If he does, that is. And with that, she's cutting the transmission.]