Alleys where they hide the truth of cities
The atmosphere in the basement has, in the last two days, gone from an undertone of restlessness to an overwhelming top note of pervasive dis-ease. For someone with the Vesmier's psychic leanings, it would be poisonous if his shields weren't so refined.
So he's sitting in what comes closest to a quiet centre, eyes closed in meditation. He's not sinking deep into it - at the moment he's just feeling out the ebb and flow, trying to map the patterns to find an underlying cause. It's not easy, what with how many feedback loops and patches of re-enforcing interference there are, but he's working it through methodically like a large and complicated knot.
This is about the point when his Doctor would suggest that the easiest solution would be to cut it and would run off to do something brash and decisive, but his Doctor isn't there, and the one who is seems more than usually enmeshed in the whole fiasco. So here he sits, silently, in the commons room, keeping tabs on everyone and everything nearby.
So he's sitting in what comes closest to a quiet centre, eyes closed in meditation. He's not sinking deep into it - at the moment he's just feeling out the ebb and flow, trying to map the patterns to find an underlying cause. It's not easy, what with how many feedback loops and patches of re-enforcing interference there are, but he's working it through methodically like a large and complicated knot.
This is about the point when his Doctor would suggest that the easiest solution would be to cut it and would run off to do something brash and decisive, but his Doctor isn't there, and the one who is seems more than usually enmeshed in the whole fiasco. So here he sits, silently, in the commons room, keeping tabs on everyone and everything nearby.