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oo4. partially open.

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).

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[ It's the little hands, at first, the hands that he manages to keep track of as fresh memory opens in his mind. The little white hands, scraping up the hair off the ground beneath him, and the sting of freshly carved tracks of ink in his back, and Rick isn't sure of where he is.

He hasn't felt this animal surge of escape in a long time, and it all comes in a flash, even faster than how it happened, the fast hot minutes in the dark and the bright sunlight ahead, condensed instead into a furious several seconds of sensory input and empathetic sensation.

Feet, kicking the air, as he swings. Escaping the men with painted faces. Escaping the apparitions in the dark, the ones made of eyes and bone.

Not all of Rick's instincts have gone gentle since escaping his own personal dystopia. Old adrenaline kicks in and he's running before he can rationalise it, down one of the narrow corridors leading from Gunnery, his shoulder clipping a corner and sending him staggering, on quick route with the person who has unwittingly delivered unto him these recollections. ]

[ This meeting is a matter of timing. Charles times when he knows the medical bay will have less people. He times it for when pain isn't lancing too brightly through his nervous system. Broader still, he times it for when it seems like there are going to be a lot of baby telepaths running around, eventually, and that could potentially be a recipe for disaster if not managed correctly.

So he is here to manage some of it.

Which is not the only reason it's taken him this long, prompted now by necessity.

Business casual in greys and blues, Charles easily pinpoints the location of William's mind and approaches, doing little more than a sort of grudging, telepathic nudge designed to have William decide to look up in time to notice him. Some will say that sunglasses on a space ship are pointless and unnecessary; they would be right, but they also may not drink as often or be as photosensitive as some of us, okay.

He takes them off, regardless, because it's impolite not to. There is an amount of flat reserve evident in his eyes. ]

( She should have made an appointment, or contacted him first to see that he was there. She wanted to give herself a chance to back out - letting someone know that you were coming made it harder to do so, although with the amount of people that she'd now passed walking through the labs it was just as hard to turn around and quit.

Determined people didn't quit, and there was one thing that she was determined about. The new abilities that they seemingly had - the ability to share emotions and memories. Maria had heard that it had happened before but now it was happening again. She was seeing things, and god if she also wasn't sharing just as many memories as she was seeing. It was unintentional - she didn't need the leaks of people seeing her past. Maria prided herself on her ability to keep a secret - that was her job, but this didn't make it easy.

That was why she'd gone to see Charles. He was a telepath - he had experience already with this. If there was a way to block people out of her mind - to stop people seeing any of her memories, and to stop seeing other people's - then she would take it. She wanted her life to still be private, and not just for SHIELD secrets.

There was a knock on his office door when Maria arrived. It was too late to back out now. Besides, backing out didn't stop the problem )

[ Science is happening.

Not on the wider laboratory floor but in Charles' office, quietly, seated at his desk with white lab coat not worn but tossed over the back of his chair. He has a half-finished cigarette burning neglected in an ashtray, focused instead on his left hand, held splayed. There is a signet ring wrapped around his finger, one from home, having never seen the inside of locker.

Concentration never slips -- but inevitably, the item disappears as if it were never there, although the feeling of chill metal remains. Shaking out his hand, Charles glances at his watch, pivots his chair towards his monitor, and types: 0: 32

Content, Charles settles his focus back on his empty knuckles again, while his other hand crosses past himself to tend to cigarette, blindly. ]

Edited 2015-06-23 09:18 (UTC)

[ The dog is much noisier and so might be more immediately noticed, when Charles comes by, leash in hand, black labrador tugging infrequently at the end of it as if he has greater purpose for being here than the mutant human on the other end of taut leash. And maybe he does. Who knows what goes on in tiny dog brains.

Who knows if this imminent conversation will prove useful.

Charles finds her with relative ease -- she's such a constant feature that it is almost easy to overlook her, but with a little concentration, his own telepathy pinpoints her location and draws him in.

With great interest, Lincoln drags him in the rest of the way, nose aimed for her knees. ]

Hello.

[ By the time Emma sought him out, a good portion of jump 44 had crept away from them both. After more than a week, she'd realized that the empathic connections were not a matter of circumstance, but could be created deliberately, as Resnik and Ward had cautioned them about, and after two weeks, she'd managed minor manifestations that were not a product of magic, but rather a result of tapping into some force of the ship, the same force that had been plaguing them for what felt like eons.

The first time she heard a thought, it was during her security patrol, and she had picked up indistinguishable chatter from within a room. The hardest part, she discovered, was distinguishing it from speech. It took a few days after that before she realized, of course, that the man to go to was the same one she'd gone to for all such peculiarities. And so, Emma sought Charles out in the xenobiology lab, inviting herself in on the heels of someone with access, keeping her hands off the lab tables and equipment. ]

You almost finished up here?

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