mental link, day 32

[headinjuries]

[ Sam crashed hard after the vigil, because between all the lies making him feel like he was going to puke and trying to pick them apart giving him one mother of a headache, staying awake felt like something you only do if you really hate yourself.

Do all newfound psychic powers suck this bad? He was fine with just flying and blowing things up, thanks. ]

( By the way, just figured everybody should know: Seong-Hye Ngazi is full of crap, the Public Safety Commission isn't half as gung-ho about bringing the bomber to justice as she makes it sound, and I'm like ninety percent she actually knows who did it, but that part I'm not quite positive about.

So, you know. In case anybody wanted to break into her office or stalk her or something. I hear some of you guys are actually good at the cloak and dagger stuff.

You're welcome. )

[ He can be found in the common area of the Bearings, scrolling through news reports and radiating pure frustration, if anyone would rather comment to his face instead of over the link. ]

Comments

[inflori]

( Oh, that is such bullshit. We either get what we want or we don't. Don't try to sugarcoat it, idiot. )

[vocalis]

[ Static flickers. He's not sure what's worse: that he doesn't like Petre's argument, or that he can't come up with anything better to counter it with. ]

You... could ask her for the information... nicely...

[inflori]

( Right. I wonder why didn't think of that first. Surely it'll work. )

[ He sounds like he's mocking you. 100%. ]

[vocalis]

[ There's a distinctly exasperated mental sigh, the slightest twinge of embarrassment, and something akin to the click of a call being disconnected as he withdraws from the link. ]

[inflori]

[ wow! rude! ]