mental link, day...36? sure.

[headinjuries]

[ Technically, it came up a few days ago, but Sam's been letting something bounce around in his head to see if the possibility gets less troublesome after he sleeps on it. And sleeps on it a couple more times.

or he's just saying it late so the newbies can hear it too, w/e

It's not getting any less freaky. So, out of left field: ]

( So if aliens can hack our emotions, do we...actually know they can't mess with everything else? Memories? Are we actually who we think we are?

What if there is no spoon? )

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[deployed]

[ Maybe an interruption—

Bellamy projects heat, the memory of an explosion to counter the chill of Bucky's thoughts. Bellamy's never weaponized his own memories, and he's very rarely offered them up deliberately. This is important enough to try. He shares the sensation of being blown from the air vent, the impact of his landing and the rush of adrenaline that had gripped him in the aftermath.

It's not real, you're not there anymore. Focus on me. ]

[bracchium]

[Fire breathes hot against his neck and he finds himself pinned against his pod. Crimson and goldenrod swings in to hit him as metal shears away in bursts of flame. Someone's keeping him here, locked inside with no escape.

He snarls as he swings, trying to break free of the iron clutched at his shoulders.

I remember them. Floods his mind. Men, women, children begging for their lives, but destroyed in the same way one might swat a fly.]