Psychometrics are rare, even among Psy. [He pauses.] Perhaps you're meant to find something the rest of us cannot.
[An emotional reaction to what should be a logical thought. But he isn't the man he used to be.]
On the plus side, once you get your shields functioning... you can make a killing in the antiquities market.
[If they don't all die first.... but Judd wisely keeps that bit to himself.]
Typically, the older the memory, the quieter it comes in--[Or so he's been told by psychometrics.]--but for you, who have never experienced it before...
When I arrived, my shields initially failed. The strain from all the sudden noise almost killed me.
[There are times he isn't sure how to properly express empathy, after years of having his emotions suppressed. He knows that other people can do it so flawlessly, and yet... He hopes that the meaning comes through; that he's trying to let David know how much he acknowledges the gravity of this situation.
And he will find a way to fix it.
Finding the kitchenette, he digs around until he finds the calorie-laden ice cream and a spoon and hands them both, slowly, to David. His shields are holding, but who knows what this world may bring.]
I don't know about your mutants, but when Psy overwork their abilities, they need to eat. High calories are best.
[Plus, he's learned there's an emotional element to eating ice cream straight out of the carton.]
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Date: 2019-11-01 09:07 pm (UTC)[An emotional reaction to what should be a logical thought. But he isn't the man he used to be.]
On the plus side, once you get your shields functioning... you can make a killing in the antiquities market.
[If they don't all die first.... but Judd wisely keeps that bit to himself.]
Typically, the older the memory, the quieter it comes in--[Or so he's been told by psychometrics.]--but for you, who have never experienced it before...
When I arrived, my shields initially failed. The strain from all the sudden noise almost killed me.
[There are times he isn't sure how to properly express empathy, after years of having his emotions suppressed. He knows that other people can do it so flawlessly, and yet... He hopes that the meaning comes through; that he's trying to let David know how much he acknowledges the gravity of this situation.
And he will find a way to fix it.
Finding the kitchenette, he digs around until he finds the calorie-laden ice cream and a spoon and hands them both, slowly, to David. His shields are holding, but who knows what this world may bring.]
I don't know about your mutants, but when Psy overwork their abilities, they need to eat. High calories are best.
[Plus, he's learned there's an emotional element to eating ice cream straight out of the carton.]