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CHARACTERS: derek, thomas and jax plus special guests.
LOCATION: all over!!
WARNINGS: will update as needed.
SUMMARY: memeories and othe fun overlapping sensations.
NOTES: planned shenanigans for memory leaks will go in this entry. i am happy to plan others, just pp/pm me!

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[ minho's voice flits through his mind, and thomas' entire expression brightens. he sits up straighter, reaches back again, that's it! ]

Whatever you did, do that again.

[ immediately, passing over the commentary on the clothes. thomas had gotten used to it all. either gotten used to it, or he was just preoccupied with everything else that was happening, trying to unravel the mystery of the ship and deal with his legs crumpling beneath him at random rather than bother with the clothes he was wearing while any of that happened. ]

It was working.

[forerun]

[For some reason it's more startling to hear Thomas speaking aloud in the small room than in his head, and he wonders if something WICKED had done to him to make him prepared for this. He hadn't had a link, not like the one that Thomas and Theresa had... had he?

Nodding and trying not to speak with his mouth in case it ruined the magic, he replied in his mind. Maybe I gotta insult you to make it work, he teased, because that always came most naturally to him.]

[wiped]

[ this might be the longest either of them had ever gone without speaking. thomas almost laughs at that, but instead he clings on to his focus, clutching at minho rather than letting the ache of familiarity here spark more memories of teresa.

keep calling me a shuckface idiot then. comes thomas' reply, lips twitching into a smile. so long as you don't spew out a griever or some other klunk from the glade while we're sleeping.

the manifestations might be more difficult to deal with. thomas isn't sure how to try to teach that to minho yet, so focusing on telepathic communication for the moment might be the better bet. ]

[forerun]

[He sees the smile, the strange spasm, and wonders if they could laugh through the mental connection. That was probably a lot harder to do, though, tossing out the vague sound of laughter rather than clear sentences.

Shuck it, you know that’s the last thing I want. But it wasn’t an irrational fear, considering the fact that Minho had been the one to bring out a couple of Grievers when those boggart things were loose. It made him keen to keep that part of his mind locked up as much as possible. That and cranks.

Think we’ll be able to make complicated stuff? Like machines? Not that Minho would ever want a machine on his side except for a car. It was hard to trust scientific things when all they’d brought to his life were death and destruction.]