[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.]

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[professorwolf]

Even worse, imagine suddenly getting memories and powers and difficult to hide objects, in the middle of a city full of normal people. We tried to hide for a long time, but in the end, it just became impossible. Not everyone was pleased.

[In fact, most people weren't.]

I actually lost my job, when I went public, trying to present the other side of things, so people wouldn't think we were all power-hungry monsters, or something.

[stopinthenameofawe]

[Well, somehow the fucking vampires and werewolves and god knows what else of her world handle it, so...

also guess who is totally not buying the not all power-hungry monsters thing.]

Damn. Was everyone involved getting powers? That seems unlikely, to me.

[professorwolf]

Many of us. Some of us turned from normal human-- or normal animal, in a few cases-- to something entirely alien. Some of us started gaining robotic parts, instead of powers. A few actually found themselves in possession of actual giant robot suits.

And don't get me wrong, there were never more than a couple hundred of us, at most. More than that over the course of the years the process took place, but people were often forgetting their memories and returning to normal-- or worse, we did have several deaths.

[stopinthenameofawe]

[...she does not like that at all.] I see.

[professorwolf]

[And he's to the point where he's not sure how to respond to that. After a pause, he offers,]

I'm sorry, if that was an overshare... I'm a bit distracted, obviously.

[She just had sounded curious. Sort of. Maybe he'd misinterpreted... telepathy can be tricky, that way.]

[stopinthenameofawe]

No, it's fine. [she's just being terrible and wishing more of your people had died.] You've got a lot on your mind right now.