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genessia2013-11-28 03:33 pm
nothingupmysleeve) wrote in genessia2013-11-28 03:33 pm
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Cat got in. [Action] [Telepathy]
Who: Daimon Winter, illusionist at large--and whoever feels like saying hello!
What: Exploring, physically and telepathically.
Where: the Bay
When: November 28 evening
Daimon rolled over suddenly and sat up, hair askew and green eyes full of hazy confusion. "...mnuh?" The box slid off his chest and thumped against the rim of his sleep pod. He wiped his face and looked around, then reached out to grab it and investigate it.
It took him a few minutes to sort out the note, the communicator and necklace, and then he sort of sat on the edge of the pod shaking his head. "Bloody Hell, I've been randomly telepath-napped." Grumbling quietly, he pocketed the communicator, letter and cash, managing to keep calm in spite of everything. The necklace he lifted and examined, holding it against his chest. "Hm. I'm going to look like an Indian pimp with all this jewelry." But he put it on regardless.
None of this made any sense, but all he could really do right now was try and verify what the note said. First telepathically, and then physically, once he knew which way to go. Sighing through his nose, he closed his eyes, and let his consciousness start to expand past the area, lightly touching the minds of others as he encountered them. He wasn't prying deep into people's heads, or even trying to conceal his presence that much. Just drifting around catching people's moods and perhaps a few surface thoughts as he scanned for anxiety, hostility or the like. His own mind was wary but curious, with a certain warmth.
What: Exploring, physically and telepathically.
Where: the Bay
When: November 28 evening
Daimon rolled over suddenly and sat up, hair askew and green eyes full of hazy confusion. "...mnuh?" The box slid off his chest and thumped against the rim of his sleep pod. He wiped his face and looked around, then reached out to grab it and investigate it.
It took him a few minutes to sort out the note, the communicator and necklace, and then he sort of sat on the edge of the pod shaking his head. "Bloody Hell, I've been randomly telepath-napped." Grumbling quietly, he pocketed the communicator, letter and cash, managing to keep calm in spite of everything. The necklace he lifted and examined, holding it against his chest. "Hm. I'm going to look like an Indian pimp with all this jewelry." But he put it on regardless.
None of this made any sense, but all he could really do right now was try and verify what the note said. First telepathically, and then physically, once he knew which way to go. Sighing through his nose, he closed his eyes, and let his consciousness start to expand past the area, lightly touching the minds of others as he encountered them. He wasn't prying deep into people's heads, or even trying to conceal his presence that much. Just drifting around catching people's moods and perhaps a few surface thoughts as he scanned for anxiety, hostility or the like. His own mind was wary but curious, with a certain warmth.
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"These trinkets help us to distinguish one another from the natives."
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He walked out of the archway a little bit and looked around. "Nice enough place by appearances. How tight is the law enforcement?" She looked and acted like a film noir femme fatale, so he figured she wouldn't mind a bit of conversation about legal naughtiness.