Iskaulit Mingle - Problems with Psychics

[notzubats]

Who: Anyone on the Iskaulit!
Broadcast: If you'd like?!
Action: Iskaulit!
When: Today, as Sora's augment glitch starts.

[It's your average day on the Iskaulit. Absolutely nothing seems out of place initially, but without any warning- you might find yourself or your friends experiencing some problems. What's up on that?

In other words, it's an Iskaulit mingle with a twist! Come on in everyone! You don't need to interact with Sora to have it effect you, so feel free to start your own threadstarter! Or talk to Sora, that's cool too. ]

Comments

[beathach]

By . . . standing here and reading?

[robitussin]

Yes. You made it look really tempting, absolutely not my fault.

[beathach]

That's completely believable, I'm sure they'll see things your way.

[robitussin]

Thank you for agreeing with me.

[beathach]

I was being sarcastic.

[robitussin]

Were you, though? Were you really?

[beathach]

Absolutely. Because you wouldn't be able to move me.

[robitussin]

[she looks past him, out into the library, eyes widening for a moment...]

Holy shit look there's an asteroid coming right for us—

[and then, because that is absolutely not obvious and will definitely work, she shoves at him]

[beathach]

[he doesn't look, but he makes no move to stop her either.

It's like . . . shoving a wall . . . he doesn't budge.

What a solid nerd]

[robitussin]

—Oh come on, that was a flawless plan!

[beathach]

I told you it wouldn't work.

[robitussin]

I call shenanigans.

[beathach]

There's no shenanigans.

[robitussin]

I would agree if you had moved even a little.

[beathach]

You could try again and I could pretend to humor you a little.

[robitussin]

You can't say that's what you're going to do, that ruins the magic.

[beathach]

The magic.

[he repeats it deadpanned]

[robitussin]

[stage whispered:]

The magic.

[beathach]

The magic of . . . being a brat?

[oh snap]

[robitussin]

Wow. Woooow. I'm feeling attacked right now.

[beathach]

I didn't actually call you a brat. Not directly.

[technicalities are important]

[robitussin]

It was implied, and that's enough. Super hurtful.

[you can tell how serious this is by the way she doesn't sound hurt at all]

[beathach]

You sound devastated. I should feel bad.

[he doesn't]

[robitussin]

Not even a drop of empathy. Harsh.

[beathach]

I'm immune to teenaged—. . . whatever this is.