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oh i don't mind if you don't mind

Jan 23, 2010 17:58

WHO: Lynda Moss and the Stepford Cuckoos.
WHERE: Lynda and Raoul Duke's pad.
WHEN: After the Cuckoos's post.
WARNINGS: Telepathy shenanigans?
SUMMARY: Lynda is intrigued by this strange telepathy thing and these weird girls. LET'S MAKE FRIENDS!
FORMAT: Paragraph.

( cause i don't shine if you don't shine )

† stepford cuckoos | the three-in-one, † lynda moss | with a y

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cutfromacloth January 24 2010, 12:59:36 UTC

The Stepford Cuckoos arrived promptly on time, ringing the doorbell once and knocking neatly once on the door for good measure. Three knocks, perfectly timed together into once, then they stepped back and waited. They were very well-mannered girls, after all.

It was a curious request, because more often they had people shying away from their telepathic talents than displaying a distinct curiosity. Phoebe, Mindee and Celeste didn't mind showing off at all, although the thought did cross Phoebe's mind- and therefore all their minds- that this wasn't such a good way to deal with missing someone, fantasy scenarios and all that.

But it was just pulling out a memory, and letting Lynda see it again. A little trick, some clever manipulation of sense perception, nothing three telepaths together couldn't do. It would be like watching a movie up close and personal.

hisforonehour January 24 2010, 22:35:56 UTC

As she heard the doorbell, Lynda perked up, smiling brightly. That had to be them! It had to be the Stepford Cuckoos! She opened the door, looking the three over. Wow. It was like looking at the same girl three times. It was weird. Cool, but weird.

"Hi. You're the Stepford Cuckoos, right?" She smiled. "I'm Lynda. Come on in." She opened the door and stepped out of the way, gesturing for them to come in.

cutfromacloth January 25 2010, 01:47:33 UTC

"The three and only," they replied in unison, then smiled and stepped in over the threshold. "Hello, Lynda. It's nice to meet you in person. Communicators can be rather impersonal devices."

Once in, they looked up and around unobtrusively, but with a certain measure of curiosity and interest that was perfectly natural for fifteen-year-old girls in a new place. It was a nice, comfortable-looking home, that much they agreed on.

hisforonehour January 25 2010, 02:52:50 UTC

"Yeah, I know what you mean. It's always nice to meet people in person, y'know?" She smiled, closing the door behind them.

"Can I get you anything to drink? We've got water, milk, Coke and some apple juice." Lynda's mind had permanently set up the unwritten rule of don't touch Mr. Duke's alcohol. Thankfully, she was the one who usually went grocery shopping.

cutfromacloth January 25 2010, 03:05:41 UTC

"Apple juice," they chimed almost happily. "Please and thank you," said Phoebe, before Celeste thought to ask whether Lynda needed help.

She was genuinely nice, they had decided. A few surface scans of Lynda's mind hadn't hurt, and the Cuckoos had performed them before even stepping into the apartment. It never hurt to be extra careful, although why anyone would want to lure them into such a trap was inconceivable.

hisforonehour January 25 2010, 04:27:45 UTC

Lynda nodded at the girls. "Okay. Be back in a minute." She walked to the kitchen. After a few minutes of rummaging, Lynda found a baking sheet and four glasses. She filled three of them with apple juice and one with milk. Balancing the glasses on the baking sheet, she slowly walked back towards the Cuckoos were.

"Right, I got your apple juice and some milk for myself. Though...could you grab it please? I kinda don't have any hands." She smiled sheepishly.

cutfromacloth January 25 2010, 14:13:03 UTC

The Cuckoos jumped up and followed her to the kitchen to help, each retrieving their own glass while thanking her individually. Once back in the living room, they sat and sipped their juices, speaking up eventually:

"We don't normally get requests like these. People don't like us tampering with their heads."

Disclaimers were often necessary, they had found, and the Cuckoos almost always asked permission before doing anything. Unless it was something major against an opponent, because then they had little qualms.

hisforonehour January 26 2010, 03:29:34 UTC

Lynda shook her head. "I kinda understand that. However...people like you don't exist back home. Super-powered people, I mean," she said, taking a sip of the milk. "It's interesting. I'd like to learn more about the City and powers, and you girls seem like you'd be good teachers." She smiled.

"Besides, I don't think there's anything in my head that will frighten you." Lynda obviously wasn't thinking of her life spent watching people die on national television, watching housemates die in Big Brother from hell and then dying herself. "I mean, if there is, you can just go around it, right?"

cutfromacloth January 26 2010, 21:23:06 UTC

Her use of the word teacher piqued their interest; the girls had been students all their lives and this was quite a new position for them to be in.

"We've been around people with superpowers for as long as we can remember. We'd be good at that. We can show you, it's more perfect that way. After we show you the Doctor you want to see, that is." The sentences cascading from Celeste to Mindee to Phoebe as they spoke the common thoughts that were on their shared mind.

They were actually relishing this-- it wasn't often they got to show off to an appreciative audience, and Lynda was certainly a very pleasant person to be around.

hisforonehour January 28 2010, 02:49:13 UTC

Lynda nodded, looking at the girls. "That sounds nice. Besides, showing would be quicker than telling, yeah?" That was what she thought, at least.

"Thanks again, by the way," she said, smiling.

cutfromacloth January 29 2010, 11:52:01 UTC

"You might wish to relax," Phoebe said and smiled; an odd collective smile that crossed all their faces as the girls' eyes start to blaze white.

With their combined powers, it was so easy to reach into Lynda's mind and sift through her memories until they found what they were looking for. Mindee pinpointed the figure: the Doctor, as he was indeed called, with funny big ears and cropped hair and a leather jacket. He was such a central figure in her memories too, the girls observed as they focused on pulling out the various aspects of his being that Lynda remembered best: his Northern accent, and the way he moved. Phoebe held the idea of him fast, and Celeste gently pulled Lynda into the mental landscape that they had created on the astral plane.

She'd see the Doctor there, larger than life and more real in her mind than he had ever been in her memory.

hisforonehour January 30 2010, 06:56:05 UTC

Lynda closed her eyes, sitting back slightly in her chair. She was about to open her mouth but there he was. A small smile came on Lynda's face. Oh God. It was the Doctor. It was her Doctor. The accent and the ears and everything. Her smile grew bigger.

"Thank you," she said under her breath, just loud enough for the Cuckoos to here. "Thank you so much." This was the man who saved her from the Big Brother house, who made her life mean something. It was wonderful to see him again if it was only a memory.

cutfromacloth January 30 2010, 15:16:58 UTC

They decided to take it just one step further, pulling a specific memory from Lynda's head and bringing it to life. The Doctor-facsimile, under the control of the Cuckoos, turned and stretched out his hand toward her, speaking in an urgent voice. Come with me, he said in his Northern accent as the Cuckoos concentrated-- exactly the way he had before Lynda had been brought here.

Was it cruel? They didn't know. But this, in their minds, was what she wanted.

"You're very welcome," they said finally in unison, Lynda's smile triggering off something within them. Curiosity at her emotion, almost bordering on jealousy. The Cuckoos hadn't felt such happiness of their own accord in so long.

hisforonehour January 30 2010, 22:41:40 UTC

Lynda let out a small gasp as she saw the Doctor. No...not saw. She couldn't describe it. It was like she was seeing him but she knew she wasn't. But he was there. He was there, he had his hand out, he was talking to her. Come with me. She did.

Her eyes started to tear up. Not out of sadness, but of happiness. She was seeing him again. "Doctor, I-" She stopped, remembering that he was a memory. That brought on a small tinge of sadness. An odd feeling settled in Lynda's stomach. She was happy that she saw him again but sad that it wasn't him.

Still. It was good. Even though she knew it wasn't him, it was close enough. It was real enough for her. She reached her arm out, almost as if to touch the memory but then pulled it back.

cutfromacloth January 31 2010, 02:21:17 UTC

In one distant, detached corner of their minds the Cuckoos noted that they would have to work harder on their illusions and control over dimensions that they drew up on the astral plane: the Doctor was lifelike, but not convincingly and deceptively so.

They didn't know what to say to Lynda as they watched her start to tear, so they kept silent. It was strange, this instinct to reach out and say something comforting, to do something. But what was there to be done? And so they, too, pulled back-- emotionally.

"We're sorry he can't be real," the girls said from behind her.

hisforonehour January 31 2010, 04:23:43 UTC

"It's okay," Lynda muttered, sniffling slightly. She smiled at the Cuckoos, tears now visibly running down her face. Oh God. She was crying. The girls were being so nice to her and then she was crying. What kind of a person was she?

"He's still real. He's just...not here. The Doctor here is still him, but different." She smiled. "Thank you for showing me him. It...means a lot." Putting her hands up to her eyes, Lynda wiped off a few of the tears.

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