UN: JUSTSOPHIE | TEXT + TELEPATHY

[sophielicious]

running a self-serving survey. if you hate the thought of someone talking to you in your mind, respond to this message with an x.

edit: ugh, fine. if you're OKAY with someone talking in your mind, respond with an y.

(A day later, those who hadn't replied to it with the 'X' but replied with a 'Y' and people she knows will receive a sultry, raspy voice in their brain. There's some static with it, unfortunately, her powers have been glitchy since they returned from The War.)

/Hi. It's Sophie, you know, Cuckoo. Sorry for the brain static, blame Aurora for letting that vent open in the first place, but that aside, if you are hearing me, it's because of that post, and this is important.

I don't trust Aurora, and I'm sure plenty of you don't either; that's why we are talking here. I scanned the whole place from top to bottom. Scylla actually did leave, so that is confirmed. If any of you had contact with Scylla and would be willing to let me take a look at it, please let me know so I can keep a record. I'm also sure he's a telepath like me, so I want to make sure everyone who has met him has their brain in place.

Also, if anyone knows how I can reach him, that'd be fantastic. I'd probably come back with at least something to report. I asked Aurora if she could pass down a message, but again, I don't trust her to do it, or with anything, really.

So, yeah, remember that thing I keep talking about, community being important and stuff? Let's get on that. Also, ugh, do me a favor and pass the word to the cowards who responded with an 'X'. Also, to respond to me, just think, man, start with my name, so I can actually filter you guys. And don't talk out loud. You guys just look weird when you do that./

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[sophielicious]

(Girly... Rest. You need rest.)

/Even so. If you don't trust Echo, then you can't trust Aurora, right? You can blame the bearer of bad tidings AND the bad tidings. It's called multitasking.

I'm fine. Can I take a look and also scan you to see if he left any seeds of doom or anything?

Seriously? Are you asking me to play nice?/

[repaintress]

/Blame should be placed on those with agency. Otherwise, it is mere self-indulgence and a distraction. I agree Aurora cannot be trusted.

If you wish.

Yes. Your lover mocked my people and I did not hit him out of respect for you. This is your favor in return./

[sophielicious]

/I'm gonna ignore that, because in the end? Potahto, potato.

Okay. I'm going in.

Ugh, stop calling him like that. And also, be nice to mutants, and I'll be super nice to whoever you ask. Good exchange?/

[repaintress]

/I believe a synopsis of my experience would help orient you. A copy was made of me./

[ There is absolutely no way Clea can hide her feelings on this: She is enraged, anger pouring out of her mind like a tidal wave threatening to destroy a coastal village. ]

/The copy spoke with him. He had erred in his construction of the situation. Rather than leave her, he decided to violate my mind and merge our consciousnesses.

Any oddity you detect is due to that.

What should I call him? You share a bed.

Yes, it is acceptable. /

[ She does not want to cause her friend distress. That means playing nicely with her friends. ]

[sophielicious]

/Oh, shit, that must have sucked. Okay, two different consciousnesses merged, I can work with that. Do you want me to do anything while I'm at it?

By name, preferrably non-related to me???? Clea!/

[repaintress]

/Yes, it did.

Please clarify what you mean by 'do anything'?

His relation to you is why I didn't punch him. He's a bit ornery./

[sophielicious]

/Make it less jarring around the edges, mostly.

Well. I'm pretty sure I told you he's super difficult. I'm like, 76% sure I told you. This is why I'm never gonna drink with you to your level again. Seriously, girl, what the fuck./

[repaintress]

/No. I prefer to retain the true experience, no matter how unpleasant. I cannot hide from things simply because they're distasteful or distressing./

[ Clea's seen where that leads. ]

/You were nowhere near my level, Sophie. You are a lightweight./

[ Even in this state, her mental words are imbued with a certain fondness.]

/He is difficult. That is why you should be proud of me for not hitting him./

[sophielicious]

/Okay then, but also, can't relate.

I was, though! I drank as much as you did, you animal!

Okay, I hate to be this way because I, too, would, and have, thrown hands with everyone constantly for absolutely no reason whatsoever — him included so much, so maaaaaaaybe a little hypocritical of me, but you know? Not hitting someone is kind of the bare minimum there, babe.

Shocking, I know, I was surprised too./

[repaintress]

/Denial can be a trap.

I see you need measurement lessons. 2 bottles is greater than 1.

You are rather fond of him, aren't you?/

[sophielicious]

/No proof we both didn't drink one and a half.

Gross. And I'm getting another call. Bye./

[repaintress]

[ The eyeroll can easily be felt. ]

/If you need my information, you'll need to come here. I am not fully ambulatory. I suspect Alex's shall be sufficient, however. She seems to be the favorite. /

[sophielicious]

/I don't need to be present physically — what the fuck do you mean? Do you need something?/

[repaintress]

/I'd prefer your physical presence as his actions had a physical impact on me and it's not out of the question that reliving them will as well. I am recuperating from a physical assault as well and do not want to risk further harm.

If that is not possible or reasonable, I understand and will prepare myself the best I can. /

[sophielicious]

/You can just say you want a hot blonde to hold your hand, Clea, God. I'm coming over. You better like soup./

[repaintress]

/You have uncovered my secret plan.

I suppose I should eat./

[ Even if she'd really rather not. ]