[Not entirely intentional broadcasts...]

[professorwolf]

[While important things might be being discussed elsewhere on the telepathic network, there's one voice that seems more focused on one particular person. However, that one particular person isn't receiving... so it's going broad and wide, dropping in on various brains, more on accident than anything else.]

Nick!

Nick, where are you?

Nick, come out, answer me.

I can't find your scent, Nick.

Please just answer me, I can find you, I'm sure of it.

Nick?

[One Randolph Lyall is looking for somebody, and he is looking really hard. Sorry, everybody whose minds he just unintentionally-slash-intentionally projected into, friends and strangers and brand new people.... Usually he has better control than this, keeping his thoughts to himself or to whomever he's directly aiming them at, but he's getting increasingly panicked, and a wider mental net simply must be thrown.]

Comments

[thornsofmalkav]

Liminal space. Right. No offense, but it's kinda boring as fuck so far.

... well, okay, this swingset's nice. I just found in a couple minutes ago.

[professorwolf]

You missed the last one. The last one was a knot of highways organized like a human brain, full of rather angry cars, trucks, and motorcycles. I'm sure things will get less boring soon, anyhow. We're due to start a Jaunt soon, and that's never boring, in my experience.

Frustrating, perhaps, but never boring.

[thornsofmalkav]

So basically Cars Hell. Yeah, I'm probably better off here even if there's not enough light to read.

A Jaunt is when the Donalds dump us somewhere and we have to LARP our way out, right? I got sort of a heads up from [the other vampire] someone.

[professorwolf]

The Donalds-- oh. Oh, the Trumps.

[Okay, that's actually a little funny. His sense of humor has mostly abandoned him, at the moment, but it still earns a little chuckle.]

Very nice. But yes, LARPing is one way to put it, if you're familiar with that, you might do better than some of us have. Though some of us get more... into it than others. I literally believed I was an angel, for the last one, with the powers and memories to go with a long career in trying to save people. I, er, actually still have the wings.

[thornsofmalkav]

Right, she told me about that, how that shit happens sometimes. The who thing's basically the method acting of LARP. I think I get it.

Also, I bet your wings look awesome. Can you fly on them? Can I get cool wings? Wait, maybe I don't want cool wings. How will I be able to wear my clothes if I've got wings getting in the way?

[professorwolf]

In here, my clothing seems to have adjusted automatically to them. I'm not really sure if that will change or not, once I finally make them go away. They're being quite stubborn about lingering.

I can indeed fly with them, though not terribly well. Most of my knowledge of how they work comes from my knowledge of biology and from Zeviel's memories, of which I only have some. It isn't instinctive.

[thornsofmalkav]

... are you going to cut them off?

[YOU SAID MAKE THEM GO AWAY]

[professorwolf]

No, no, of course not. I'm sure there's some form of shapeshifting that will make them disappear, I just haven't hit on it yet.

[thornsofmalkav]

I have faith in you, dude.

[Thorne, you don't even know him.]