Freakout Time [Maybe 2 hours into the new liminal]

[mytearsaremine]

[Not long after liminal changes over, but with time enough for the psychic network to start quietly bubbling again, a voice is broadcast into the fray: and that voice is loud.

For once, it isn't Jules. Instead, it's a teenage girl's voice, and while emotions and tone don't translate over the network without a little more experience than she's had, it's still pretty obviously as much of a scream as one can make when one is brand new:]

GET OUT OF MY HEAD!!!

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[volving]

Ow!

[ Cass isn't shouting, but it's pretty sharp and a little irritated ]

Can't. Don't yell!

[mytearsaremine]

[Cass's response is a little rambly, though at least not as loud, so there's that? Even without emotion or tone it's probably obvious it's panicked.]

Get out get out get out I won't let you have me get out!

[volving]

[ ...ah. Great. Cass is SO not the person to do this, especially over the network (which she generally tunes out as best she can), but she can't just leave this girl scared and assume someone else will sort her out. ]

We're... not in. Just... words. Talking. Like, um... a phone?

[mytearsaremine]

Phones aren't in people's heads! Only Hiskott was ever in my head! But he's dead! Who are you and why are you in my head??

[dino_zarf]

Please don't scream.

The baby is sleeping.

[mytearsaremine]

[The baby is probably also crying now, because yeah, that probably woke her up. Sorry, Wash.]

What does a baby have to do with anything! Get out of my head! Get out get out!

[And now she's hearing the baby crying, too, because while Rose usually keeps it to people she knows and loves, Jolie is the one disturbing her so Jolie gets to enjoy the results of her folly, too.]

[dino_zarf]

[So much for the baby sleeping. One advantage to the network is that he can keep the conversation up while attempting to soothe Rose]

You're broadcasting to the entire network. The baby is on the network. The baby is now awake.

[mytearsaremine]

[It's actually the baby crying that starts calming her down a little. Hiskott would never do that. Nobody in their right mind would use a baby to control someone. Not like that.]

What-- what's the network?

[They had one of those in Ryslig, but it was nothing like this.]

[pseudologist]

Calm down. No one's really in your head, any more than you're in ours.

[mytearsaremine]

[She doesn't entirely process that, sorry, Varric. Give her a minute, here. Instead, what she gets out of that is:]

I'm in your head, back??

[There's a pause as she looks around wildly, but no, she's not inside anybody. She's shadowy, but not possessing anyone.]

But I'm not! I wouldn't, never again, I made a promise-- unless somebody does it to me on accident!

[pseudologist]

Just your voice.

[Unlike her, he's had the practice necessary to project his voice in truth, and the cadences it's falling into are measured, gentle, meant specifically to project calm.]

I'm hearing the thoughts you project. That's all. You can't hurt me, and I can't hurt you.

[mytearsaremine]

[It's helping, at least a little.]

What's happening? I thought-- where is this? Why are you hearing my thoughts? And me hearing yours?

[ofinspiration]

[ Luci sounds more than a little exhausted as she speaks up, like she's still half asleep. ]

Will you shut up?

[mytearsaremine]

No I will not shut up! No one will make me do anything, ever, you can't have me!

[ofinspiration]

No one wants you to do anything but stop yelling in our heads. Did no one teach you manners?

[ Hilarious, coming from her, but never mind that. ]

[mytearsaremine]

Most people with manners stay out of other people's heads to begin with! I wouldn't be shouting if you people weren't there first!

[She pauses, still on edge, but able to at least recognize:]

... you weren't one of the ones I heard first though. I don't know how this works. I just heard voices in my head and it freaked me out, okay!

[She's still freaked out. But she's calming down a little. There's enough people talking to her now that she's sure this isn't some kind of new mind control ability or something.]

[theanguissette]

This must be your first time here. It can be a bit disconcerting.

[Phedre remembers her own fear, and keeps her mental presence as soothing as possible]

You are not dead. You have been transported to a place called Liminal Space, overseen by powerful beings called the Trumps. Even death, here, is fleeting. We are connected by a network of thoughts, and while I know it can be frustrating and feel invasive...we are not actually able to leave your head, as it were.

However, you can learn to wall off the thoughts, set them aside in a portion of your mind, and ignore them...for the most part.

I am Phedre. If you tell me where you are, I will come to you, and I will help you as I am able. In the meantime, you must breathe.

[mytearsaremine]

[The only reason she even processes all that is that there's been enough people talking to her, and not taking her over, that she's calmed down a little.

A little. She's still not at all composed. She's just not shouting and ranting and rambling anymore. And she definitely fixates on one part of that.]

How? How can I wall it off? I'm in-- I'm in some big weird room with lots of rocks in it. Kind of-- kind of back in a corner.

[theanguissette]

It takes practice, and the mind for it, but I will happily teach you. What is your name?

What color are the rocks? [there is more than one room in this Liminal with rocks, although Phedre suspects the young thing is in the Geode room]

[failgoyle]

WHAT HAPPENED WHY ARE WE YELLING?!?!

[mytearsaremine]

Aaah get out of my head I won't let you get out!!!

[How's it feel to be on the receiving end of screaming panic, Jules?]

[failgoyle]

CALM DOWN, IT'S OKAY, I'M NOT GONNA HURT YOU!

[Is...is this what it feels like to be the calm one? Even if he's freaking out and kind of yelling as he does so?]

[cawfullyironic]

-=not only can she hear him, but she can see the words for they are pulsing, glowing orange in her head in moving typography.

she says as she screams into my head like a fucking jackass with a perposterous amount of fireworks shoved so far up her posterior that it's like independance day shrieking out of her unhinged maw

[mytearsaremine]

[That gets you a wordless shriek, DS, hope you were looking for that. Jolie has never hallucinated before (that she knows of) but now she's sure that must be what that is.]

Get out of my freaking head! I don't want you here! Just leave me alone!

[cawfullyironic]

nope
cant
sorry

stuck for life congratulations