peaches and apples

[brainpanned]

who: river & andy
what: meeting the minds
when: 02-02-10, eight-ish
where: salon d'opera, theater four
rating/status: closed, middleish rating?

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[psychic_stoner]

Once again, Andy's eyebrows cocked with interest as she started to speak. Talking to River, he decided, must be slightly akin to talking to a stutterer. She was struggling to get him to understand and he was struggling not to shout at her in sheer frustration, because he could tell it wasn't her fault. She looked, after all, genuinely hopeful that he would follow.

So, the sponge thing was off. "I'm sorry, I'm really trying to follow, but bear with me. I'm lacking a pretty decent chunk of brain cells, here, for my recreational activities but...uh," he stalled, racking his brain to try to put together what she was saying. Andy was never very good at puzzles or riddles and River was both personified so far as he could tell.

Running one hand over his mouth and down his stubbly chin, Andy's brow knit as he thought. "Is it like mind reading...except you just get feelings instead of actually seeing what's going on in my head? Like...you just have a feeling that we have something in common but you can't literally see what it is...?" he guessed, looking appropriately apologetic in anticipation of being wrong. Then he paused and the last thing she said actually processed. "Whoa, what? Who cut what out?"

Andy tried to think. Had Sam said anything about, well, anything? He'd gone off with the black guy - Jake - and he hadn't said much, which in hindsight was rather irritating considering Andy was one of the two familiar faces for Sam, from what he'd gathered by the fact that he'd known Ava's name, but he'd introduced himself to Lily and Jake. Which, of course, was all beside the point. He hadn't specified anything and that was the point. All he'd said was demons had done it - rather, a demon. Webber had talked about a yellow-eyed man and that had to have been a demon because Andy'd thought Webber had been fucking crazy at tht time, but what kind of actual human being had yellow goddamn eyes?

"...did demons fuck with you? Change you?" he asked. "You know, like the rest of Us?" He paused and tapped one finger to his temple, mostly out of reflex. "We all have, uh, psychic powers," he added in a low voice, because hell...if she wasn't one of them and it was something he was afraid she'd share, he could always tell her she didn't remember it and she'd forget. Survival of the fittest. Lily died because she didn't make the cut; Andy wasn't going to risk his own life letting some strange girl blab about his thing. "Me, I uh...I can...control minds. And, um, I can make people...see things? Like, uh, pictures in their heads. What can you do?"

[brainpanned]

"Not demons." River clenched her hands and unclenched them. "But two-by-two...hands of blue. They cut it out." She tapped at the side of her head, then, glancing at Andy. "Pieces of me. Cut them -- cut them out."

She licked her lips. River did see things -- sometimes. Images or emotions, it didn't matter because River often couldn't distinguish between the two. Whether it was the occasional synesthesia or the whispers of thoughts on the breaths of others, River's abilities seemed to be in a constant state of flux.

Pulling her knees tighter to her chest, she tipped and leaned her head against Andy's shoulder. "Us...you're one of Sam's kind. I'm not quite like that."