oo4. partially open.

[betterangels]

CHARACTERS: Charles Xavier + Rick Grimes + Caprica Six (Natasi) + Garrett Hawke; and others as they happen.
LOCATION: Everywhere and nowhere.
WARNINGS: To be added.
SUMMARY: The latest dramas wherein people learn to be telepaths with various degrees of ineptitude, save for the actual telepath.
NOTES: Monthly catch all! This is only partially open because I'm not providing a fixed narrative thing to reply to. Hence, please let me know if you'd like to do anything, and I'll be happy to set up a thread (unless you feel ambitious).

Comments

[uncurse]

Okay ... So just what happened, not how it felt?

[ Emma nods her understanding, chewing that over for a moment. She clenches and relaxes her hands, like she's grasping for the memory. Blue eyes drift shut again, but she overshoots. Instead of sending him the memory, emotionless or otherwise, she just offers a telepathic recounting of the story—Driving up to the ice wall with Dad. Hook's smarm—something about champagne and a second date. Climbing inside, the cold. It stopped being cold when I started getting tired. She couldn't control it, though, it wasn't her fault. It wasn't her fault. ]

[forgodssake]

[ There's a flicker of a smile from Charles. Well. It's not bad. He has to stop himself from actively prying into the memory itself for his own curiousity, pulling back in a psychic sense. ]

Almost and nearly. I've getting more of your inner monologue than the information itself, although that isn't a bad skill to develop. Honestly, I'm not sure what I'm asking is all the way possible--

--but no harm in trying.

[ A beat, then-- ]

Did you manage to fit in a second date, between the parade of fantastical character you get to wrangle on any given day?

[uncurse]

[ The heartened look she wears in reply to his praise cuts away, replaced by a warm, goofy sort of smile that acknowledges the weirdness of her life without shirking away from it. She's more open now, hardly recognizable as the woman who'd balked and struggled to know he was even capable of reading her in the years prior. ]

Well, it wouldn't really be a second, since he was counting a snow golem as our first … But we fit a first in, eventually. [ The fondness of her smile is indubitably courtesy of some reflection on the evening. ] It was … good.

[forgodssake]

[ Entirely without foreknowledge that Hook gets dropped a couple of months from now-- ]

I'm glad you have him, out here.

[ Although it isn't entirely future infomodding when Charles feels a slight twinge, one twinge from several different places. He has friends who he misses very much, and the Tranquility has ways of changing the playing field so drastically that even when they don't go away, something goes wrong. Going forward in time. Incredible trauma.

That pang of caution and regret echoes gently through the empathetic connection still held open, which unhelpfully only serves as reminder for Charles to withdraw. Her goofy smile is precious and he doesn't want to ruin it. ]