mental link | early day :006

[nirsighted]

[It's late in the evening - or technically very early in the morning when not so people are at least considering sleep -and somewhere, something goes quiet. Very, very quiet. A pressure that was there a moment ago is now gone, snipped away like a cut line. It's a sensation with some growing familiarity: the distinct odd moment of being unbalanced that comes from a host sliding into a coma. It's happened twice already in the last few days, and now a third. Maybe there's something in the air of Concordia that doesn't agree with you?

In an echo of Castor earlier brood's experience with Jessica, the sensation of something missing sticks with Adara brood for a few lingering moments. But the pang quickly evens out, fading to a dull uneasy tingle at the back of the mind.

--Or would, if it weren't for the bolt of anxiety that follows. It's loud, frenetic. Panic sweat on skin. A pliable stick bent too far and cracked across the knee. It punches through the mental link connecting every host, rattling high and sharp, and is tangible like copper taste on molar teeth.

It makes sleeping, uh... difficult.]

( Stop that. )


((ooc: /hacks another limb off Adara. Hi friends! Ares has dropped and will be going into a coma; on day 007, Nirad will be taking a trip back to the Station to transport all our comatose friends home and pick up some new faces. Until then everyone please hug Adara brood and just...don't stop...))

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[nirsighted]

[He doesn't say That's sad, but the sentiment is there in the loveliness of the water, the reassuringly real chop of the water as it smacks against the side of the little boat. The sky is massive above them, peppered with color streaked clouds and slow pinwheeling sea birds. The water is dark and pleasantly so - deep enough to consume anything unwanted.]

[circumspector]

[ It seems at times when being part of something of such a large multitude, to live in the memories of others of the hive than inside her own, as easy as the shift of reality to her. One she bends where she is standing. Live inside of the expanse he gives her like it might be her own, lets his experiences give life to where it's dull otherwise.

It's ... nice. Calm, removed from the loss she's otherwise feeling. ]

( May I stay like this for awhile? )

[ stuck where it's safe in the numbness of his memories, away from others, drifting in this small boat. Confusing as it'll be for anyone else that steps into the corner of the common area she'll claim for herself, we've this illusion in, but she wants to be selfish, right now. ]

[nirsighted]

[The ship rises and falls, rises and falls in rhythm and the sea finds them in turn - a constant, steady lull. There is some sense of living here, the facsimile of sea creatures like fish swimming in great sweeping schools, and that's pleasant. Comfortable. He imagines himself as a fish, one of many, and in the presence of like minds like Angel's it's easier to do than when it's just him. Or when it's just him and Carata.

If you want to seems to be the sensation, the implication. She can do whatever she likes.]

[circumspector]

[ Her fingers trail in the water, letting his mind feed the textures, bends the light around in her, comfort in the twisting of it. Takes a second on it, letting it the light glimmer on the water. Now that she has it, like she does all things, locks it away in draw, labels it Nir, labels it The Sea. Lets them be the same thing and that way she can pull it up whenever she likes.

A thank you then, but not so directly that, an offer. If he wants, in her room, whenever he so wishes. There will be the sea he has given her. Called up as real as a mind can lie to itself about almost anything, real as he'll let her have of his thoughts and memories. The least she can do, really. ]