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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 appears straight in his head.] Would you kindly not kill anymore planets. [She's in his head now, and she can feel his emotions, and she can look at all his memories of Rapture. She tries to push it all away, because Rapture isn't a place she ever wants to see.]

[As the planets had died at Jack's touch, Elaine had felt a slight release from the overwhelming sensations. She'd felt billions and billions of animals die, which was agony... but afterward she felt better. And while she's tempted to ask him to kill more of the planets, the word "responsibility" sort of works her way into the forefront of her mind.]

Jack, I'm scared.

[He sidesteps one that's come too close, neatly and precisely. Orders are orders. It manifests in his mind as concern for the planets' welfare, desire not to harm them.

He hears her speak, and he knows her. Recognition surfaces dimly, mistily. He kneels by her slowly, as if her joints are rusted.]

[She's glad he avoids that one planet, but she remembers the conversation she'd had with Rei before Jack arrived. She looks up at him, her expression hard, and overrides her previous command.]

Would you kindly kill all the planets. [She wonders how his mind will handle the sudden shift, but she puts the thought aside.] All except the green ones. [She still needs to keep Mhairi alive.]

[While logic would dictate that a mere touch should suffice, Jack knows what kill means. He removes his wrench from his belt and lays about him with it, smashing everything--everything not-green--he can reach. Now and again he grunts with the effort, low and guttural, but still says nothing.]

[This somehow feels wrong to Elaine, to see Jack that way. To feel Jack's mind respond to the command. She forgets about it a moment later, though, when she starts to feel all the planets die.]

[He lowers his wrench, finished, and turns to look at her. Some part of him hates her, but he can't remember what for. The rest is full of concern. He crouches near her again; he'd say her name, if he could make his voice come.]

[The green ones she deals with herself. She can tell which one Mhairi is, floating up somewhere near the ceiling. The rest die, as she pulls her consciousness away from them.]

[She breathes out, and finally her mind seems like her own again. Whatever that was... she was nowhere near ready for it. If that's how Lucifer felt over his creation, then she didn't want to know.]

I'm sorry, Jack. [She turns to him, squeezes his hand. She wonders if they'll remember the event afterward.] I know you probably would have come to help, whether or not I forced you to. But this was faster, I think. I'm sorry. I really am. [She can feel the hatred in his mind.] I hope you'll understand.

[He blinks. Directly speaking to him seems to bring him back a little to consciousness, and his eyes clear. Some of the rage fades, replaced by bewilderment. Did all of that really just happen...?]

[She sits on the chair at her desk. Her knees are bruised from all the kneeling.] I don't think I like being... in control.

[She smiles at him as best she can.] In control of anything, except myself. [At this point, she's basically musing out loud.] But I already knew that. [She sighs.]

Are you alright?

[Responding to her body language, he settles himself more comfortably. He starts to nod, then catches himself and slowly shakes his head. It's coming back to him a little now, how little control he has, and it's scaring him again.

His thoughts are coalescing a little from the blur of emotion into a tumble of images and words: Rapture, a man with a--a what?--telling him to kill, would you kindly, and then _{where am I? I want out I want to go home let me go let me go let me go.}]

[She can still feel what he's thinking. Omniscience isn't something that's easy to turn off. She can feel how scared he is, and it makes her hate herself even more.]

[This is exactly what she doesn't want to be.]

You're safe here. You can stay here.

[He looks at her from the corners of his eyes. Is he safe here? Maybe she won't make him do anything terrible. Maybe she won't make him do anything at all, but there's a precedent now, and he's disturbed. Still, he doesn't move to go.]

You can stay until the event is done, because... because afterward I owe you an apology.

[A slow nod, and he settles in to wait.]

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