mental link; it's a catbus!

[wille]

[ It's an ungodly hour of the night as these things go, with both Misato and Gildor's minds flickering to announce their presence to all. Forceful and unapologetic, for her part, while urgent and unsettling, for his part. They insist on your attention. ]

( Everyone. We found something out there beyond the barrier. It was too dark for us to see much-- )

(Or anything, for some of us, but-- )

( But it's massive-- )

(Big as the shuttles that brought us-- )

( And predatory. At least, it seemed pretty clear that it wanted to take a chunk out of us. Some of you found tracks the other day, right? Let's talk. )
 

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[perroquet]

[ That edge is noted, and Gildor remembers a well-meaning warning from Pidge about the amount of anti-social types in the Nest. It seems a safe bet that Bucky is one. ]

( I am Mr. Gildor Helyanwë. It's a pleasure Mr. Bucky, or it would be under better circumstances.

I'm sorry if we woke you with our clamor. Or... well I suppose it was mostly mine. I was, or... still am rather spooked by that creature's presence so nearby. )

[ The organ playing behind the black curtain of his mind shifts to a gentler piano. Still noisy, like he needs it to be noisy to process his emotions, but mindfully better. ]

[bracchium]

( Was already awake. And just Bucky, sir. You... were probably warned about me. )

[He knows how other regard him, but he's been working on getting better. His mind is no longer as noisy, as cold or sharp.]

[perroquet]

( Likewise, Gildor or Mr. Helyanwë will do. Your pick. )

[ He's used to formalities, comfortable within their confines, but there's a certain level of nostalgia in going only by his first name he's just as open to. The choice of how to address him is Bucky's, but Bucky's preference is noted. ]

( Just Bucky, then. And yes, I was... not about you in particular, but warned.

I do apologize again if any of my thoughts have been grating on yours. My mind is a dark but noisy place, and I am still learning to keep my music relatively contained. )

[bracchium]

( Gildor. )

[Bucky likes first names. Help him connect with other nestmates. It helps, in a way, to know that others were warned about types like him. As for the grating thoughts, that comes with the territory. No one on the Station is particularly "quiet"
mentally. Bucky's worked on keeping his own noise behind his barbed wire borders over the year he's been on the Station.]

( 's fine.

[perroquet]

( Alright. Do let me know if it ever becomes too much. )

[ A mental sigh. Not at Bucky, but at his own tiredness and anxiety, frustrated with himself for waking and keeping others up. ]

( I think I am going to try to get some sleep, though it will be harder knowing that... creature is just past the barrier. I pray it continues to hold and hope you rest soon too, Bucky. )

[ The piano playing doesn't cease, but grows fainter as the black shape of his consciousness drifts backwards. ]

[bracchium]

( I'll keep an ear on it. ) [Even as Gildor tells him to get sleep. Bucky doesn't get much sleep as it is, but he's glad to stand watch while others do so.]