eyemind | you know i won't let you get away.

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you know i won't let you get away.

WHO: OPEN to all passengers.
WHAT: General mingle log for the first part of the month, including new partner pairing stuff.
WHERE: Navi, all over.
WHEN: Now until the next event (through Feb. 20).
WARNINGS: If things get messy and/or upsetting, please put warnings in your comment subject lines! And if you absolutely can't keep from strangling your new partner, please report it on the death page.

Hello, passengers! Today begins just like normal, but it’s far from an ordinary day. On this fine point in space-time, passengers will notice a little something different when it comes to the glyphs marked on the backs of their hands.

They're glowing. The light is a deep shade of blue, and it's slowly blinking on and off. Maybe it's searching for something? It's entirely possible, because affected passengers will also feel a gentle tugging sensation that stops once they've come face to face with their partners. The glyph will switch to glowing a steady blue once partners are synced with each other, and they'll be able to communicate telepathically with each other, too.

Have fun getting to know each other a little better! Or, you know. Yelling at each other. Just try to keep the murder to a minimum, OK?

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Same old shit, entirely different month. At this point, Julia is just fucking with this whole gain a partner lose a partner thing so when the glyph on her hand starts to blink she does her level best to ignore the fucking thing. As it was she put off the feeling of the pull as long as she possibly good before the blond werewolf started prowling (and indeed it definitely is a prowl) up and down the hallways looking for the other end of that tug.

Handy, the severed disembodied arm of General Stonewall Jackson is on her shoulder, holding on and also tapping off Morse code occasionally. Julia just speaks aloud. “Yeah I know. I know. Where the fuck is this person?” After a moment, when it taps again, Julia just whips her head over to look at the hand again. "Are you sassing me, Handy? You don't get to talk shit about my attitude when you are literally..." A pause before she just adds: "sorry, sorry, I know. I know."

Richard Strand is not happy.

No, that's not entirely accurate. He's not anything because he is struggling with annoyance and regret in regards to the only person from his world that's here and he is mired in trying to push out the whispers of other people's thoughts away.

It's not something that needs to be explored. It's not something that needs to be examined. He's not some kind of wizard it will go away if he does not think about it and distracts himself.

So this blinking glyph is a surprise. He wasn't the best partner and he can only assume he still won't be because whatever the hell this is is just that. Hell. This ship is some sort of purgatory only-

He is a jumble of thoughts masquerading as a suit as he struggles not to look in Alex's direction before nearly colliding and feeling a sense of profound relief because-

"Ah. There you are."

An eyebrow is raised, taking the woman in before shifting his tea in-elegantly to his other hand and offering her the solid blue glyph.

"Doctor Richard Strand of the Strand Institute."

"Well that sounds like a mouthful." Julia just raises a brow as she meets his eyes and there's something almost predatory about it as she watches and appraises him entirely. Her nostrils flare slightly, adding his scent to the pool that she's had since she's come aboard and Jon had gotten kidnapped the first time. (Old Jon, not new Jon. She likes new Jon better considering he's actually amusing and not whiny and hiding his ass in his cabin. Oops. One thing that Julia definitely is not is nice. Which too bad.)

But she does take his hand in a firm grip and she doesn't give into the juvenile thought of shaking his hand with Handy if only because she doesn't want this man to hurt her friend. There's a faint hint of a New York accent in her voice, mostly rounded out at this point when she says her name in return. "Julia Bellamy. Not Julie. Not Jules. Just Julia." Only one person had been allowed to call her Jules and he was dead now, and she's not about to accept it from anyone else.

But Handy taps on her shoulder in Morse code again, and she just gestures to the skeletal hand. "This is Handy. He's a friend. He's sentient. If you hurt him I'll literally rip you in half." The words come with a grin, and she could be written off as kidding.

She's not kidding.

Oh.

Richard's eyes go wide when he spots the hand and he presses his lips together before he looks and reaches for Alex mentally before shutting it down.

"...I will...endeavor to not make him angry." His throat is intensely tight, "Dare I ask what he - I am assuming it's a he? is."

“He’s a hand.” Julia just says it’s like the most simple thing in the world. “The arm Stonewall Jackson lost at a battle. He’s mostly not a racist now probably. But. He’s not the one you need to worry about making angry frankly. Not since we broke the spell the necromancer had on him anyway.”

This is considerably too much and Richard Strand has to take a mental step back because it's like there's a ringing. Yes of course it's true because she's died too and he can sense it. It's a faint remembered smell even though it's not there. Like salt. Salt water and a beach, a roaring campfire.

He inhales once, twice, three times before gently probing at the thing. I've lost it. I've completely lost my mind.

"You are?"

It bursts out.

“I am what? Absurdly hot? I know! But thank you for saying so!” Julia gives him a broad grin before she adds to it. “No, I’m not a necromancer. I’ve got a lot of shit going on but I’m not one to tuck with the dead. Just kill them. Told a god to fuck off once though so maybe I’ve got a bit of a teensy wincy death wish. Or I was just real pissed. Six of one, half a dozen of another. Also psychic and denying it. Cool. That’s gonna serve you real well here.”

oh God.

"I'm not-"

This is giving him a headache and he lashes out mentally, the mental equivalent of a human arm shoving through a crowd to look for something, anything to use against her and he tilts his head like he's listening to something only he can hear.

"Death wish that hit you harder than you want to admit. When you came back from it."

While Julia being a werewolf is possibly the ship’s worst kept secret, her coming back from the dead definitely isn’t and she just narrows her eyes at him in response to saying aloud. With a voice that’s deadly quiet and dangerous and full of the fact she means it, Julia just takes a step towards him.

“If you ever say that again I’ll remove your fucking larynx.”

The sheer presence she has makes him back up and he has a vague sense of something else happening. He can't figure out what and that makes him anxious. He has never liked anxiety and he's regularly bucked against it. He is not the sort of man to back down.

Especially when every instinct at him screams back down. He is the master of himself. Not this...being, not the other angelic being, Not Alex, not Coralee or Tiamat or anyone else.

"I'd be missed. Even if it's not positive, a sudden death would break apart this short little gilligan's island expedition we've been shanghai'd on."

Alex at least would avenge him.

"Besides. We're stuck together." He exhales, holding up his hand, and we're in each other's head how do you know my so-called psychic abilities aren't just that?"

"Maybe. Maybe not. I don't mind finding out about what would happen with it, but my guess is that you would." Julia's eyes are still narrowed as Handy grips at her shoulder, tapping out something that's probably reassuring but she's too mad to remember how to understand Morse code at the moment so all that goes out the window. Her blood is pumping harshly, and Julia's hands are curled into claws at her side before she takes a deep breath.

Even when she's wanted to fight before while aboard it's not been this bad.

"It's not the same thing and we both know it. You can lie to yourself all you want to Richie," it may be a step too far but Julia really doesn't give a fuck about that. "But you can't lie to me when I'm literally in your head. You're psychic and pretending not to be. Besides, I know Alex and I'm pretty sure she's not really in the avenging game."

You're psychic and pretending not to be.

You're psychic and pretending not to be.

You're psychic-

Fine. Fine Fine Fine. He pushes at the woman's mind, his tea falling from his fingers - his features twitching. He move to dig and drags himself back mentally. Horror paints his face.

"...I'm so sorry. I am so so sorry I did not mean to do that I am so sorry."

Julia is normally fairly decent when it comes to stopping her anger. Normally being the optimal word because right now she definitely isn’t good at in the slightest. When he probes her mind, things come to the forefront of it: a cage, pain, screaming, blood. It’s enough to make her eyes widen and go more animalistic as she presses forward and slams him against the wall.

“Don’t ever do that again.”

"It was wrong."

Richard just swallows hard and grunts, his glasses sliding down his nose and clattering to the floor. He bares his teeth back at her, "I thought you wanted me to be honest about how I'm psychic."

He grimaces, "Agree not to murder me."

But she can probably sense his fear and uncertainty as his mind nearly dips into an abyss.

"I'm not going to murder you." Julia lets out a little growl as she lets him go, taking several deep breaths in an attempt to get herself under control from what she's experiencing right now. It's big and a lot and Julia hates that she can feel his fear rolling into her own and threatening to create a giant ball of stress that threatens to envelope them both.

"Calm down. I'm not going to kill you. This place is too fucking small to kill anyone and knowing our luck we'd just come back and have bad blood anyway. Take a few slow deep breaths." Because Julia is used to people having panic attacks around her. One more thing that comes from working a horror shit show like Usher.

One breath.

Then another.

Then a third.

Something slithers in his chest as he slumps when she lets him go. His brain is chaotic.. Twisting swirling mass of something moves around in his head and he struggles vainly to try and some sort of wall up between her and him mentally only he can't hold it.

"...If you saw in my head."

He pauses, "...Which you did. You'd know why I don't want these so-called...gifts."

Howard Strand looms dark and heavy in his mind after all.

“Just cause you don’t want something doesn’t mean that you can deny it. Denying some bullshit like that is a good fucking way to end up causing some bullshit tragedy. You probably have enough of that to fill several libraries already.”

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