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[Despite the fact that the video just comes on, it's easy to feel the sheer amount of panic coming through the screen. The camera is jostled several times, until it shows Elaine kneeling in front of it, submerged in a kaleidoscope of colors. All around her are glowing orbs. Green ones, blue ones, orange, all of them spinning rapidly. More appear by the second. Too many. The space in her room is rapidly growing smaller.]

It's... too many, could someone...

Just help me... [She bows her head, hands to her temples, trying to fight back the gigantic migraine working its way into her system.] I don't want to know. I don't!

[And in her fit of panic, she does something that will take her quite a while to recover from.] Would you kindly come here!

[She shivers, knowing that she's crossed a line.]

[[Longish OOC note: Tie, this is kinda different from what we talked briefly about... please tell me if it's not okay, and I'll change it. Sorry to everyone for being so slow. :\ I don't have internet at home. Okay, so Elaine's fear is basically being omniscient (in this case she can feel everything happening on all of those planets). Of course she won't be reading your mind or knowing what you're doing without your permission, but if you want that to happen please ask me. Either way, feel free to reply! :P And, uhm, if you guys want your own character to have omniscience for what's left of the event, then it's mostly the whole "finding out what people actually think of you" and stuff like that. Stuff your charcters generally don't want to know. :)]]

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[Her voice, muffled because of the door, sounds shaky and slow.] Who's there?

[[ooc: Also, do she have permission to read his mind? Like... everything in his mind. :\]]

Edited 2010-11-09 06:23 (UTC)

[OOC: Of course! You can poke me on AIM for the details on that, if you'd like.]

[He bites his lip] It's like, Poland. Let me in?

[He doesn't have anywhere else to run, and it's awkward and painful to talk to her after all that's transpired between them, but he's frightened, rejected by his husband, pursued by those who would harm them, and he needs to go somewhere.]

Edited 2010-11-09 06:41 (UTC)

No.

[Pressure builds inside his head, and she talks through telepathy.] Your... history is Polish, but you... [She can read his mind so she knows he's Poland. But... But she also feels that he isn't Poland. She's sure.]

Impostor. What have you done to my friend?

Edited 2010-11-09 06:58 (UTC)

[Poland feels very tempted to cry. First Liet, and now Elaine's accusing him of not being him in his own head?]

[He won't, though. He won't.]

I'm totally not an impostor! I'm me! What's with everyone today?

You games won't work with god. Your lies are meaningless. [That came out wrong. She hadn't meant that.] With... with me. [She can feel the hurt inside his head. She knows he wants to cry, and somehow that makes her feel wrong.]

Edited 2010-11-09 07:06 (UTC)

I'm like, not lying! And God, can't we talk for like, five minutes without you blaspheming?!

[...Fuck, all that shouting got the soldiers' attention! One peers around the corner, and soon there's a row of them coming down the hall at him. Grabbing the gun he got from the closet in Kayako's room, he begins trying to retreat, shooting to slow them down.]

Lies, lies, lies.

I...

[Well, hell, it's all messed up anyway. And since she can read his head, she knows how much he cares. And she can feel the soldiers walking down the hall toward him.]

[She's Elaine, dammit.]

[The soldiers stop, as though surprised. Then, one by one, they start to collapse onto the ground, shock passing over their expressions, then their eyes rolling back into their heads. They lay in the carpeted hall, lifeless.]

Go away. Just go. I'm not... I can't... There are too many minds close to me. I don't want to know what you're thinking, so just go away!

[Poland just stands there in shock, not fully processing what just happened.]

[And the shock spreads to her. Just like the thoughts that had been going through the Nazis' heads. She feels disgusted at what they had been thinking.]

[So yeah, awkward silence. She feels horrible too, because for once she can see who she is from Poland's point of view. Tattered friendship, and maybe that sense of betrayal that she had chosen Lucifer over him.]

[Yeah, that's about the size of it, and then some. Trust given despite his usual fear of new people, and broken in what seems like a heartbeat's time to him. Sorrow and fear for her sake, believing what he does about God and Lucifer and Heaven and Hell. Abandonment, betrayal, the things he fears the most. An open wound that he wants so badly to fix, and just never knows how...]

I...

[He swallows, then starts to run away, stumbling slightly. He doesn't know where he'll go--no one will take him in--but he has to run, because here doesn't feel safe, either.]

[It's really too bad that she doesn't remember who he is, because that means she thinks he only just arrived, or something. Which taints what she says to him next, her parting words.]

You've done nothing but bring trouble.

[Fuck you, too, he thinks, but he doesn't say it, just keeps fleeing. But the angry thought is still only on the surface, covering up the vulnerability and sadness.]

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