[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

[radars]

/...what?/

[seesobserves]

[Disappointed:] /Never mind.

You're not her. Who are you?/

[radars]

[ The mental touch pushes, chasing the thread of that last question, trying to find its source.

It's a violation, but Charles is off-balance enough, violated enough himself, that he doesn't care. ]

[seesobserves]

[Sherlock resists, but he has no real defense against this kind of attack. There, there's a memory of this man saying the following:

"One of 'em is in the dome. One's lost. Two are in the ground..."

Oh, this he really doesn't like. Sherlock's mind goes white-hot.]

Stop that!!

[radars]

[ And Charles' mental touch disappears. ]