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. ]

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[bythewaves]

[ His frown mirrors hers ]

I hope so - If not... well, Finrod will be able to help you better than I, in that regard.

[dancingmd]

[Yes, Finrod - or Charles. In fact... Now that she thinks about it, this feels very much what like Charles has described before, especially the headache.]

I think for now... I need to get off the Iskaulit. Away from all the people here.

[bythewaves]

Probably a good idea - somewhere quieter would be a good start. Perhaps if we head to the Bishop?

[dancingmd]

Good idea. Let me just... Finish up here real quick.

[She kneels to pick up the pot she set down but then stands there with it looking a bit lost. What was she doing with this?]

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor reaches up to offer to take it off her hands ]

Here, why do you not leave that for later? It is likely far too loud in here to concentrate.

[dancingmd]

[Her smile is quick and tight as she reluctantly gives up the flower pot to Maglor. He's right, of course, but it annoys her that she can't perform her regular duties and tasks. The garden will survive without her immediate attention but for how long will this go on?]

Thank you. Do you... Can you fly us? I don't want to chance piloting myself at the moment.

[bythewaves]

[ He sets it down carefully, brushing a hand across the pot in gentle apology and then nods, offering her his arm ]

Of course. Do you need me to keep singing?

[dancingmd]

[She takes his arm gratefully and lets her lead him back to the shuttles.]

No. I think... I can make it, for a little while. [She pats his arm, trying to reassure him. His concern is palpable.] Thank you though, you've already helped tremendously.

[bythewaves]

[ Very, very, palpable ]

Alright - but if you need me, just call. [ He promises ] But here, let us to the shuttles. Shall we try the Bishop first, or did you wish to seek your own rooms?

[dancingmd]

[It's very sweet of him, to worry so much.]

Perhaps... the Blue Fish. If I can take something for this headache, that will help tremendously.

[bythewaves]

[ Worry is inbuilt into his genes? ]

Alright - do you have something in your room?

[ He lets her get into the shuttle first before sliding into the pilots seat, once again grateful for the fact that they are (1) easy to drive and (2) the implants can teach that much ]

[dancingmd]

No, I'll have to stop by the lab first.

[Then she falls silent as they fly, sensing his need to concentrate on the flying. It comes naturally enough for her now, but flying in space is always... a bit strange. Besides, it's nice to sit out here with only one other mind to have to worry about.]

[bythewaves]

Alright. [ He hums absently, but his mind is set on the controls now, still new and strange to him, if almost comfortingly familiar, by now.

Whispers of memories flicker around him as he works, his father, his brother, his nephew - the clever ones of the family, the inventors, those who were always pushing at the edges of what they knew, what they could do.

(what does this do, oh! How does this work?)

The memory flickers are faint but fondly wistful, three generations working together.

Maglor remains grateful the trips are short and easily accomplished ]

There! You said the lab, yes?

[dancingmd]

[These memories are much more inviting and warm and Beverly happily settles into them as Maglor flies towards the Blue Fish. Maglor's really doing much better than he thinks he is and she gently smiles at his relief when they arrive.]

Yes, thank you.

[She sighs, then steps out of the shuttle.]

This is much better already. Not so many voices here.

[bythewaves]

[ The glow of the forge and the song of metal, the strange smells and contraptions of Feanor's laboratory, the way the baby Tyelpe reached for the smithing materials as soon as he was able to walk ]

Good! [ Maglor smiles at her ] And with that we have an idea of your range, too.

[dancingmd]

That's true. Looks like it doesn't go between ships, thank god.