Room 527, Wednesday Evening

[godgavemecable]

Toby had gone to bed last night with the faint hope that he'd wake up and the voices would be back to the quiet background hum he was accustomed to

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[andthemoralis]

"...dude, are you still alive?" Stan was a caring, giving roommate.

[godgavemecable]

"No, I'm talking to you from beyond the grave," Toby snapped back.

[andthemoralis]

Hey, Stan was on a first name basis with Jesus when he was a kid. It was possible.

"Should we get you to the clinic or something?"

[godgavemecable]

"What, you think they make a pill for this?" Toby wondered, holding out an arm in all it's splotchy-scaled glory.

[icecoldfrost]

"You know, I wonder that exact same thing on an hourly basis, and I have come to the conclusion that it's because they enjoy making themselves miserable," a voice announced as the door opened, and Emma was just going to stand there and look at him.

"Mind you, I'm of the opinion that most of them are about as intelligent as penguins, but it's the lack of self-discipline that I find most appalling. Didn't anyone teach you how to shield, boy?"

Kerrigan would be so proud of her bedside manner.

[godgavemecable]

Who?

Oh. Right. Her. One of the other telepaths around here.

"No," he said, and then amended that: "Someone taught me a few meditation exercises. They help a little." Except when they didn't.

[icecoldfrost]

"'Her' has a name, and you may call me Auntie Emma," she said tartly, striding over. "Since no one else has seen fit to take you in hand."

"Of course it doesn't work. Meditation is for empaths and hippies, Mr. Logan. Telepathy is much more complex than that." She put a hand on her hip and looked him over. "You look horrible."

[godgavemecable]

"Well, excuse me for having no one around to explain the rules when I was growing up," Toby rolled his eyes. He wasn't going to respond to the 'you look horrible' part, mostly because, well. He pretty much agreed.