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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[bracchium]

[Bucky pauses, unsure of what's being asked. He replied that the tangos were unkown. After a moment, though, it clicks.]

( Tangos are targets, unknown enemies. )

[perroquet]

( Oh... well in that case, why not simply say targets? )

[ For having just completed what was essentially a miniature stealth mission, he's not very military-minded. In fact, there's hardly anything apparent in his consciousness besides an all-encompassing darkness and noise within it. ]

[bracchium]

[Actually, Bucky's never considered saying targets instead of tangos. The latter has belonged to his vocabulary much longer than he can remember- which, isn't very long per se, but long enough to make a difference to him.]

( Never said targets before. )

[Gildor's darkness meets Bucky's frosted barbed wire and he wonders if there's someone like him here, someone without much in the way of memories beyond a name.]

[perroquet]

( Force of habit then, nothing to be ashamed of. )

[ He's tired from spell-casting, but not so tired to be polite to a host trying to help. Especially one he hasn't yet spoken to. The music coming from his dark consciousness eases on the volume, though he can't quite remove the anxiety behind every note. ]

( Hopefully those targets have no correlation to the creature beyond the barrier. Thank you for clarifying, Mr... sorry, I don't believe I got your name? )

[bracchium]

[Telling Bucky not to be ashamed is akin to telling a cat to not be afraid of water. There's a lot he doesn't hnderstand about the world and shame comes hand in hand with that lack of knowledge more often than not. Whether tbe creature past the barrier bears the same footprints as their tangos will come with time.]

( Bucky. ) [There's a certain edge when he responds with his name.]

[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.]