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 bother to respond even if he agrees. It'd be good to go back, to stretch his legs, to be somewhere familiar in the way only the Station could be. Not that he dislikes it on Concordia; the lights are nice, the press of people is okay. He likes the bullet trains and the computers and the information everywhere. But maybe his brain's just tired from trying to process all of it. Maybe he just needs a little break. Maybe...--

Anyway. Nirad doesn't bother to say anything to her as she draws away, as she leaves the room. He doesn't exactly need to, does he? It's fine. They'll all manage somehow. Everything is perfectly all right.

She wouldn't lie to him.]