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[rebelarrow]

I'll call you back later.

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[helpdesk_hero]

Judd, I had a few quick questions based on your experience with shifter. As you're one of very few people I know who have experience with them when they aren't mutants such as in my world, I was hoping to see if I could pose them to you?

[Listen, he doesn't know how to tactfully ask the question out loud without giving away his investment in it. And if Judd is anywhere near as powerful a telepath as, say, Charles, distance wouldn't necessarily protect his mind while he asked it over the phone so... texting is safer.]

Re: Text

[rebelarrow]

[Judd follows a strict code of ethics where he doesn't intrude on someone's mind without permission, but he appreciates the caution just the same.]

Go ahead.

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[helpdesk_hero]

In the pop-culture lore of my world it is held that werewolves can only enter their were-form on the full moon, or maybe that and the two nights bracketing it, and that regardless of whether they see the moon or not. Is the same true of shifters in your world?

[Yes. Start small and work around to ‘unimportant’ details.]

[rebelarrow]

Not any more than my abilities being tied to any sort of cosmic cycle. Changelings are both animal and man. Limiting their ability to shift would wound both sides mentally.

Under normal circumstances, they can shift forms whenever they desire.

Late Afternoon 11/1

[helpdesk_hero]

Help. It... It won't stop. I can't stop seeing it all.

[He sounds so weak and tired and broken.]

[rebelarrow]

[Judd's blood runs cold hearing David talk like that. When he responds, his tone is artic.]

Send me multiple photos of your location right now. Don't question why. Do it.

[helpdesk_hero]

[He doesn't need to question. He's involved with a teleporter. Doesn't know who Judd knows that can do that, but he doesn't care. And is insanely thankful that his glasses can take pictures. So he takes pictures of a nice, sunny hotel room, pictures all around him, or of what he can see from where he's sitting on the floor. And, of course, doesn't bother talking. His head is too busy as it is.

'Sitting' actually might be a bit kind to say. He's more like cowering by the time Judd shows up, and for a man who stressed how much he needs to cover up, he's barely dressed. Socks, boxer-briefs, his glasses. Literally nothing else as he sits on the floor, carefully positioned so only his socks and underwear touch the floor as he leans forward against his knees and uselessly covers his ears with his hands. It's too much, even just those two things.]

[rebelarrow]

[Judd scans quickly though the photos, finding a tear in the wallpaper in one that triggers as unique. Several seconds later he's 'ported into the room and extends a shield over David, the strongest, most unforgiving one he can whip up.]

What happened?

[He silently takes in the condition of the room, and David's current state of dress and has an idea, but he wants to be sure.]

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[helpdesk_hero]

So, uh... I need to like buy you a fruit basket or something.

[rebelarrow]

What for?

[helpdesk_hero]

Teaching me to control my psychometry. Even as flawed as my control can be.

[rebelarrow]

You simply needed the groundwork to build your own shield.

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[usaf]

Hey... It's been a while.

[ This is weird. Is this weird? Fuck it. ]

Did you go to that other universe?
I did, and I could really use a drink after all that.

Do you want to get a drink?

[rebelarrow]

If this is a request for a date, I thank you but I’m very happily mated to a wolf with sharp teeth, razored claws, and a wild case of insane jealousy.

Her exact words, not mine.

If this is merely a situation to commiserate with one another after a terrible experience, then I certainly would not mind joining you.

Just be aware that Psy do not drink.

[When one grows up without emotions, one learns to hedge his bets.]

[usaf]

Don't worry, you're not my type anyway.

I just want to drink and complain about getting my head fucked with... Again.

You can have a shirley temple. It's fine.

[rebelarrow]

That might have been my fault.

[Considering how they figured out how to use his shields against him, he has no doubts they did the same to others.]

You'd be surprised how many people in this world seem offended when I will not drink with them.

[At least in his own world, the other races sort of understand.]

Audio

[helpdesk_hero]

[Guess who's voice mail sounds anxious and desperate.]

Can you pull memories from one person and give them to another?

Audio

[rebelarrow]

No, only a J-Psy can do that.

What happened?

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[helpdesk_hero]

[There is definite heartbreak in his voice.]

I see. I... apparently gave knowledge of my sister to the goddesses back in November.

[rebelarrow]

[Judd's quiet for a moment. He once had a sister. He doesn't know what he'd do if he suddenly learned he'd forgotten her.]

I'm sorry.

I can search your mind to see if the memories are locked away somewhere, but only a J can retrieve and transmit memories in the way you described.

text.

[hot_handed]

hey, telekinetic asshole.

I want a rematch.

[rebelarrow]

I left you my name.

[And thanks to caller ID, he now has his.]

And to my knowledge, you have yet to complete your agreed-upon community service.

[hot_handed]

And?

I did some of it! I still have school and a job and other shit. You're not my only priority.

[rebelarrow]

And if you ever wish to face me again, you would do well to learn it.

I don't expect it to be. However, I do expect you to take responsibility and live up to your end of the bargain.

[After all, that's the moral of Judd's punishment.]