( Nate's never quite seen something like this before.
He's standing there in The Gold Saucer and taking a moment to really just look at it all. The bright lights, the various sounds and noises that buzz throughout... For a moment, it's almost overstimulating and a few of the screens flicker a little violently before he's shutting his eyes and just gives himself a moment to breathe. Last thing he needs is to send a tsunami of TK blasting throughout this place accidentally because he's dealing with a psychic migraine, so. Taking a moment it is.
When it passes, he rubs at his temple, knuckle of his other hand rubbing into his eye some before both hands drop away from his head and he looks around the place — more importantly, looks around for Sophie who he came here with since, apparently, he needs to experience more things in life. )
(You snooze, you lose, Nate. This is literally her dream in physical form, so she keeps a psychic look on him, just in case... But mostly, it's gonna take more than a little flicker to have her look away from the screen. She's so close to high scoring this one, too.
( It’s a little after he sends that last message on the chirper ad that he makes his way to the Nyx building. He hasn’t been here yet. Knows about it, sure. Hasn’t yet stepped foot in it, though. So he stands there at the entrance for a moment when he first gets there — takes a second or two to look around before he’s making his way inside, hands tucked inside his pant pockets. He doesn’t really bother to reach out — figures she’ll know he’s here because he’s not making any effort to conceal himself or anything, so. Why wouldn’t she pick up on him? It’s what they do as telepaths after all. Feel it all put. Including each other. )
(It's weird to be sitting in David's chair. She's not Prodigy; the name sorta says it all about just how much better David is at this than she is, but hey. She wanted to be better, do better, so she's sure he'd most likely approve. It does drive her a little crazy, though, with all the little things she has to manage — schedules, food acquisition, space, cleaning, so forth, so forth. David probably has an intricate system of perfect data, she's figuring shit out as she goes.
Well, she's currently checking a spreadsheet for inventory when she senses his presence approaching, doing a last check before she puts it aside.)
sir, i'm a telepath clone with four identical sisters in a hivemind who usually date the same man simultaneously, and that's not even the most complicated part of my relationship existence.
[ Clea finds herself unreasonably buyoed by the small interaction. Nothing here is within her control, and it is maddening. Even if all she can control is the state of her hair, it's better than nothing.
Luckily, there are maps and the building she's to find is appropriately labeled. In may ways, Etraya is easier to navigate than Paris had been. As she had been told her approach would be 'sensed', Clea stands outside with her arms crossed in an unconsciously defensive position.
Her knee length hair is currently braided and pinned into a rather large bun, making her head feel entirely too heavy and threatening to give Clea a headache.
Just one thing. Give her one thing here that makes sense. ]
(She had her loungewear on, but a girl who she can dazzle with girl shit and teach deserves one of her very humble every day outfits. Of course she can feel the girl approach, she's paying attention to the minds that come near the school, and when Clea feels close enough, Sophie comes out to meet her at the gate.
Oh, this poor girl. She's gonna need so much hair mask. They have a lot of work ahead of them.)
[Clive never thought that coming back to Etraya would be a relief even in the short time he has been here, but the gratitude he feels at not having to see things and people he destroyed everywhere he looked is a gift.
And speaking of gifts, there was a lot that he owed Sophie for all that she did for him while they were gone and he was, well, not in his right mind. She couldn't have given up on him and she didn't.
Which is exactly why he has gone to seek her out.]
Hey Sophie.
[He gives her the smallest quirk of a smile. Eyes that are usually clear and sharp seem a little dull, distant, but he's trying.]
Want to cash in on one of those dinners I owe you?
(She's been, well. Thawing. Kind of. Certainly not so long in diamond form unless she finds the dire need to be, which makes the process of feeling again much faster than the extended periods she was taking in Earth.
It's been shitty. She has a lot on her mind, and it translates to her diving into anything she can put her hands on. Right now, she's in NYX, in her fancy high chair. At least the stress doesn't take away her fashion and need for perfection in her appearance — nothing in this life or the next would. So, extra as always, with waist-long blonde hair in a high ponytail, she sits with her Switch in hands, now that the time for business is down.
And she can feel him approaching before he even comes into the building, too, but wait a minute, almost there, oooookay, there we go, save point. Nice.)
... Hey, Clive. Sure, I mean, I'm not dressed for dinner or anything, but I don't think the bots are too picky.
Well, that whole thing has definitely ended, right? They're back on Etraya and so that dynamic is gone-- it's probably for the best anyway. It was all forced upon them and it was weird, even if a small part of Scott enjoyed some parts of it. Mostly the getting a Xbox and having free reign over a credit card.
But. Maybe a couple of other things.
Regardless, he's bored (that's definitely it), and so Scott makes his way into Sophie's room-- nearly barging in unannounced with a bag of chips in his hand.]
Not out yet and pestering others? [Isn't he cute.]
(Her room prior to Earth? Princess-y, pinks and pastels, modern Disney princess. Her room after Earth? Gamer-girl lilac, purple, pink, lights and shapes and so many games in sight. She's at the back of the room, a pack of strawberries, some melted chocolate above a candle, and three empty Monster Energy drink cans on her desk.
Tap, tap, tap, gaming, and of course she knew he was coming around.)
I deserve a day to rest from doing the Lord's work. What's up? Get here.
/Think I figured out why I have shit taste in men. Because when I find one who treats me well, I end up falling for him and getting left behind. At least when I know they have the emotional intelligence of a spoon, I have an idea of what to expect and won't get my heart broken. Probably./
[That feeling that is bleeding in with those words? It's like being stabbed in the chest with pure ice.]
[ Gustave's thoughts are as wire-tight as the rest of him. He's been here for months, but still doesn't know that many people that well — not well enough to ask a favor like this.
But Sophie knows Maelle, is fond of her. And he doesn't know who else to ask. ]
/I'm sorry, I hope I'm not interrupting. Is there... Are you busy? I have a— a favor to ask. For Maelle, more than for me./
(She's just doing her nails. Putting holographic top-level on a lilac nail, just minding her little Barbie business and maybe, just maybe, being nosy and hearing the wave of delicious gossip that comes. Just, you know. She's bored, okay. Leave her be.
And thankfully, she was, because otherwise she would have missed her name being called out, her brain immediately zooming on the caller. Oh. Gustave. Okay. We can hang.)
/I'm fine, you're not interrupting anything. What's going on? Is she okay? Do I gotta slap someone?/
[Are you tired of Expeditioners tonight yet, dear new friend? Sciel is calm, to no one’s surprise, but it’s not quite as steadfast as usual. Not every night can be a winner.]
/Sophie, hello, how are you? I’d like to drop by to see Maelle, if that’s alright, but I don’t want to interrupt if she’s occupied./
[He gives it a few seconds, just in case she needs to...pick up the equivalent of a telepathic phone? Probably not. It's hard for him to imagine how this works.]
/Jon told me that Kell-el is gone. He was your friend, right? I wanted to make sure you knew, or...see if you were okay. It's rotten to lose a friend./
(It takes her paying attention, like a distant conversation at a bar. Thankfully, someone calling her name as if they were waving helps her turn her attention to the telepathic chatter and find it.)
/... Oh. Hi, Clark, dear.
Yeah. I know. Every time someone pops in or out, I feel the brainwaves, so I just felt his disappear.
I'm used to it. I'm more irritated that I had just managed to get him to let me teach him personhood. He was trying, and it took me so long to manage to convince him, and I know he might not remember shit. That's fucked up.
/Sleipnir and I were talking about the potential for throwing some kind of Halloween party and he asked if I knew anyone who would be any good at it so, naturally, I immediately thought of you. Is that something you would be interested in hosting?/
[After a certain thread, Scott will be heading back to the mansion with a certain little flower chain in hand. He feels kind of silly, almost stupid, even though he knows that Sophie will probably like this. Maelle reassured him, but, it's not like he gives these things often!!
But also, making sure that Sophie is in her room is important. Be stupid if he tried to go in and if she's not there. So.]
/Not my almost-stepdad, I can tell you as much. When I feel new brainwaves arriving, I scan everyone to see if I recognize anything, and nothing beeped. What are you thinking about it?/
Hey. I got a problem and you might actually be the only one who could help me solve it. Plus you said you teach stuff, right?
I wanna learn how to keep other telepaths out of my head.
[He still doesn't want her in his head, either, but he trusts her more than he'd trust anybody else with psychic powers around here. He really doesn't actually want to ask for help at all, but after what happened during the fog and in faerie land, he can't afford to take any more chances.]
Hey. I mean, yeah, sure. FYI, that requires me actually going in, so you can learn to kick me out, recognize patterns, and beef up those psychic defenses, it's not fun, and you'll probably hate it and hate me in the process. I'm fine with that, but are you?
And you know this sounds like someone's giving you trouble, right?
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telepathy.
Date: 2025-05-10 10:31 pm (UTC)Hey. I volunteered to go to Solmara.
amazing.
Date: 2025-05-10 10:42 pm (UTC)/Oh, hey, dear. Bold choice. What can I do for you?/
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Date: 2025-06-01 10:11 pm (UTC)He's standing there in The Gold Saucer and taking a moment to really just look at it all. The bright lights, the various sounds and noises that buzz throughout... For a moment, it's almost overstimulating and a few of the screens flicker a little violently before he's shutting his eyes and just gives himself a moment to breathe. Last thing he needs is to send a tsunami of TK blasting throughout this place accidentally because he's dealing with a psychic migraine, so. Taking a moment it is.
When it passes, he rubs at his temple, knuckle of his other hand rubbing into his eye some before both hands drop away from his head and he looks around the place — more importantly, looks around for Sophie who he came here with since, apparently, he needs to experience more things in life. )
I didn't lose you, did I?
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Date: 2025-06-01 10:25 pm (UTC)Hold up, babe.)
/No, left, left, right./
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Date: 2025-06-10 03:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-06-10 08:08 pm (UTC)Well, she's currently checking a spreadsheet for inventory when she senses his presence approaching, doing a last check before she puts it aside.)
Hey. Welcome to my piece of home.
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Date: 2025-07-06 02:48 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-07-06 02:54 am (UTC)hit me.
Sorry Sophie here's a novel. Sometimes it is easiest to talk to strangers.
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Date: 2025-07-07 01:45 pm (UTC)---
[ Clea finds herself unreasonably buyoed by the small interaction. Nothing here is within her control, and it is maddening. Even if all she can control is the state of her hair, it's better than nothing.
Luckily, there are maps and the building she's to find is appropriately labeled. In may ways, Etraya is easier to navigate than Paris had been. As she had been told her approach would be 'sensed', Clea stands outside with her arms crossed in an unconsciously defensive position.
Her knee length hair is currently braided and pinned into a rather large bun, making her head feel entirely too heavy and threatening to give Clea a headache.
Just one thing. Give her one thing here that makes sense. ]
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Date: 2025-07-07 11:08 pm (UTC)Oh, this poor girl. She's gonna need so much hair mask. They have a lot of work ahead of them.)
Hey. I'm Sophie, welcome.
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Date: 2025-07-19 12:13 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2025-08-15 12:18 am (UTC)And speaking of gifts, there was a lot that he owed Sophie for all that she did for him while they were gone and he was, well, not in his right mind. She couldn't have given up on him and she didn't.
Which is exactly why he has gone to seek her out.]
Hey Sophie.
[He gives her the smallest quirk of a smile. Eyes that are usually clear and sharp seem a little dull, distant, but he's trying.]
Want to cash in on one of those dinners I owe you?
[[ooc: shirt,pants,shoes,jacket,gloves
Because I like dressing him.]]
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Date: 2025-08-15 01:06 am (UTC)It's been shitty. She has a lot on her mind, and it translates to her diving into anything she can put her hands on. Right now, she's in NYX, in her fancy high chair. At least the stress doesn't take away her fashion and need for perfection in her appearance — nothing in this life or the next would. So, extra as always, with waist-long blonde hair in a high ponytail, she sits with her Switch in hands, now that the time for business is down.
And she can feel him approaching before he even comes into the building, too, but wait a minute, almost there, oooookay, there we go, save point. Nice.)
... Hey, Clive. Sure, I mean, I'm not dressed for dinner or anything, but I don't think the bots are too picky.
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Date: 2025-09-05 01:42 pm (UTC)Well, that whole thing has definitely ended, right? They're back on Etraya and so that dynamic is gone-- it's probably for the best anyway. It was all forced upon them and it was weird, even if a small part of Scott enjoyed some parts of it. Mostly the getting a Xbox and having free reign over a credit card.
But. Maybe a couple of other things.
Regardless, he's bored (that's definitely it), and so Scott makes his way into Sophie's room-- nearly barging in unannounced with a bag of chips in his hand.]
Not out yet and pestering others? [Isn't he cute.]
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Date: 2025-09-05 04:30 pm (UTC)Tap, tap, tap, gaming, and of course she knew he was coming around.)
I deserve a day to rest from doing the Lord's work. What's up? Get here.
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From:Telepathy - a couple days after returning from earth
Date: 2025-09-07 01:29 am (UTC)[That feeling that is bleeding in with those words? It's like being stabbed in the chest with pure ice.]
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Date: 2025-09-07 02:08 am (UTC)/Dude. From the top. What the fuck happened?/
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Date: 2025-09-15 06:40 pm (UTC)[ Gustave's thoughts are as wire-tight as the rest of him. He's been here for months, but still doesn't know that many people that well — not well enough to ask a favor like this.
But Sophie knows Maelle, is fond of her. And he doesn't know who else to ask. ]
/I'm sorry, I hope I'm not interrupting. Is there... Are you busy? I have a— a favor to ask. For Maelle, more than for me./
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Date: 2025-09-15 06:45 pm (UTC)And thankfully, she was, because otherwise she would have missed her name being called out, her brain immediately zooming on the caller. Oh. Gustave. Okay. We can hang.)
/I'm fine, you're not interrupting anything. What's going on? Is she okay? Do I gotta slap someone?/
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Date: 2025-09-16 12:50 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-09-16 12:55 am (UTC)i... maybe. how do your powers work again? explain to me thoroughly.
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Date: 2025-09-18 04:22 am (UTC)/Sophie, hello, how are you? I’d like to drop by to see Maelle, if that’s alright, but I don’t want to interrupt if she’s occupied./
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Date: 2025-09-18 08:09 am (UTC)/Hey, babe. I'm okay, she's okay too. We're eating ice cream, so I don't think you're really interrupting much. Get here./
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Date: 2025-10-08 02:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-10-08 02:40 pm (UTC)/Cripes, you guys didn't have cameras? How do you tell the world you're cute?/
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From:telepathy because using the network is for losers
Date: 2025-10-20 06:01 pm (UTC)[Yeah, that's it. Enjoy the suspense, Sophie.]
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Date: 2025-10-20 07:59 pm (UTC)(Tap, tap, tap, tap. Girlie is gaming. Because it's all she does when she's not fucking him in this house.)
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From:telepathy
Date: 2025-10-25 02:28 am (UTC)[He gives it a few seconds, just in case she needs to...pick up the equivalent of a telepathic phone? Probably not. It's hard for him to imagine how this works.]
/Jon told me that Kell-el is gone. He was your friend, right? I wanted to make sure you knew, or...see if you were okay. It's rotten to lose a friend./
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Date: 2025-10-25 02:34 am (UTC)/... Oh. Hi, Clark, dear.
Yeah. I know. Every time someone pops in or out, I feel the brainwaves, so I just felt his disappear.
I'm used to it. I'm more irritated that I had just managed to get him to let me teach him personhood. He was trying, and it took me so long to manage to convince him, and I know he might not remember shit. That's fucked up.
I'll be fine, though. Are you okay?/
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From:Good ol telepathy talky-talk
Date: 2025-10-26 03:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-10-26 03:09 pm (UTC)/Ohhhh, oh. Oh. Definitely, actually. Who else wants this?/
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From:brain thangs - some vague time before the mission
Date: 2025-11-16 01:26 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-11-16 01:28 am (UTC)/Hi, babe. No, not busy at all. What's up?/
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From:Un: ScielCandide | Text
Date: 2025-11-20 01:41 am (UTC)Un: ScielCandide | Text
Date: 2025-11-20 01:42 am (UTC)Drinks? Hard ones, I think?
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Date: 2025-11-20 01:05 pm (UTC)we should do this once a month at least. do you want to come over or are we dressing up and going out?
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From:telepath call;
Date: 2025-12-05 08:54 pm (UTC)But also, making sure that Sophie is in her room is important. Be stupid if he tried to go in and if she's not there. So.]
Sophie? Are you back at the mansion?
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Date: 2025-12-06 11:01 pm (UTC)But, yeah, she's home, unpacking the groceries and goods she picked up for the mansion for the week.)
/Oh? Yeah. I'm in the kitchen, I just came back from the week haul! Great you're here, we have a lot of food to sort out.
Come by?/
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Date: 2025-12-20 05:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-12-20 07:34 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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From:audio | un: strife, after Sophie's network text
Date: 2025-12-24 10:13 am (UTC)I wanna learn how to keep other telepaths out of my head.
[He still doesn't want her in his head, either, but he trusts her more than he'd trust anybody else with psychic powers around here. He really doesn't actually want to ask for help at all, but after what happened during the fog and in faerie land, he can't afford to take any more chances.]
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Date: 2025-12-24 11:04 am (UTC)And you know this sounds like someone's giving you trouble, right?
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