synopsychic | Cosa Nope-stra, as soon as they hit liminal space

[PUBLIC save for Feliciano, comment for him below]

I wish to date for the record that the events that took place in New York regarding the various underground organizations are not to be discussed with Feliciano Vargas. I repeat, do not discuss the Mafia with Feliciano Vargas. Reddish hair, gold eyes, stray curl and sunny disposition.

His people, his land, and his government suffer due to their involvement and it will not result in a fun time for anyone involved if he hears of it. No "haha, look at his face." His anger and sadness and trauma regarding these people is nothing to laugh at.

If you wish to laugh at his less panicked fury, I suggest that you mention overcooked or microwavable pasta, canned or jarred mass produced sauces, or Azerbaijan in Eurovision lately.

One last time, do not mention the Mafia to Italy as a joke. Don't mention it at all. Simply say what else happened. Cheap gin, gambling, a wake, early cars, jazz. Keep psychic chat regarding it private, and speak of it face to face far from him.

If you need isolation to discuss this matter aloud, I can soundproof your conversations to the outside world and project a decoy conversation instead.

Please be respectful with this knowledge.

Thank you.

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Fuck, yeah I was. Dude got with everybody. Hardcore albinos like that used to end up in circuses and he was all like fuck that noise I'm gonna rule the world. He was totally planning on making Gina a repeat offender.

He did well for himself, really and truly. Consider that noise thoroughly pleased and still laying in bed. Gina still has a bit of time left in New York, so let's hope he makes it a blast!

He's gonna damn well try.

-=she cant see it but he's turning a bright shade of gold right now. because he's imagining her in that position and he can't help it=-

So, uh... shit like that normally happen?

Beautiful. What a going-away gift!

It depends. Sometimes yes, sometimes no. We can't really control it, so just hold on tight and brace yourself for the ride, I suppose!

Hell yeah.

-=there's something of an awkward pause here=-

Shit. Okay, so how do I make this private I gotta ask you somethin.

Not quite sure, I don't recall if I've been able to make the switch.

Talk to me face-to-acd, perhaps, if simply willing it to be private doesn't work?

Uhhh.....

-=face to face is not a thing he's comfortable with right now, so lets hope this works.=-

This is stupid.

[She's gonna be cautious just in case but ok cool]

What's stupid in this situation? There's a veritable buffet of ridiculousness ready for us to dig in.

Well number one, not only does this wannabe internet horseshit not have a text option, the lack of obvious private function is a god damned travesty.

And uh... Okay so like our overlays made out and you seem pretty chill about it cuz your damn cool so that makes things somewhat less assblastingly awkward but holy shit Gavin was a playa and banged out a whole army of people while I was stuck in his head. One of which I actually knew before hand so what the fuck how do you handle this shit? Walk up to em all so how about all that mindblowing sex our overlays had? Like we're talking about last nights sports ball game over the liminal watercooler or some shit.

-=does he need to breath? it's a mystery because he pretty much babbled most of that on one mental breath=-

I know, but it's what they've given us to work with. We just need to use it efficiently.

You really think I'm cool? That makes me feel a bit less like someone's awkward great-uncle, thank you!

Oh. Well. Congratulations to Gavin, and... I would say any conversation about it should kick off with a confirmation that your overlays aren't you and perhaps an offer to either a) discuss it, or b) never speak of it, ever. My overlays have never really had the chance to do much of anything of that nature! [and she hasn't since the seventies but she'll keep that silent]

Fuck yeah, you're cool like with how many ladies can you discuss the finer culinary intricacies of professional dick preparation. A+ but all this shit is in my head now. I remember things, Gen! And they're not even mine! I mean, hell if it'd have been nice to have memories of my own first.

I'm part of a family of pansexual gourmands, of course I'm ready and willing to discuss proper preparation.

Oh. Oh, no, dear, I am so sorry that it had to be that way. Just know that their actions aren't yours, and that your first as yourself should be excellent. If it isn't, just point me in the other party's (or parties', plural) direction. No selfish lovers for my companions, I can't abide it.

Now I'm picturing you stomping around with a wooden spoon, or like shoe or some shit, like a tiny vengeful knight ready to kick preposterous amounts of ass in the name my precious princess heart.

I am perfectly proficient with swords, I'll have you know! No precious princess hearts will feel less than amply protected with me on their side, my friend!

Yeah? We should strife sometime. Prove your skill in protecting precious princess hearts.

Are you challenging me to a duel? Well! I shall take you up on that offer when I have the time! I consider myself, at the very least, an adequate knight.

When you have time? You make it sound like you got something reprehensible like a job. This place is nothing but time to kill.

Right now, there are people who need me for capital-r Reasons, so I may take a bit. I actually have a project in mind to help with perking someone up, but. Once I'm done those two things, I'm all yours!

Proooomise?

Cross my heart, sir!

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