[What's this? Why, it's a meddling housemate! One who is ambling into the kitchen in search of something to eat. He fiddles around a bit, cubing some cheese and tossing some crackers on a plate, then he goes to the table to eat it.]
Ah, what's this?
[Doof picks up the letter, and recognizes the handwriting of something coming from the post office. Looks like it belongs to Barton. He holds it up to the light, failing to see much of anything in it... how can a returned item be... nothing at all? There's nothing at all there, it seems.]
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[No one's watching. He slits it open with the paring knife he had been using.]
[There's a nothing but a card inside with these symbols on it. Barton herself won't even know what they are - they weren't invented in her time, but they were by Mayfield's.
Speaking of Barton, she's walking back into the room, pack of matches in hand. Upon seeing Doofenschmirtz with the open envelope, she doesn't look too happy.]
[Glarrrrreee] I was gonna burn it. Who said you could open stuff addressed to me, anyway.
[She looks at the card, the symbols foreign to her.] The hell is this supposed to be.
[Barton reaches out and takes it from him... which is a bad move. As soon as she does, she yelps and flinches, squeezing her eyes shut. She's instantly given a tremendous headache, but it was vaguely familiar to her - like the first time this power manifested.
She drops to her knees, holding her head. After a moment all she can do is curse loudly.] Goddamnit!
[That was one heck of a glare. He's pretty sure he can feel his kidneys shriveling up from the intensity of it.]
Research! It's simply research! Well here, if you don't want it, go ahead and burn it.
[It probably doesn't help that he extends his hand and offers it to her, to facilitate with the burning. When no burning happens? When she falls to her knees? He yelps, drops the card, and is immediately leaning over her.
It's good and all, until it gives me headaches and I start seein' shit that ain't there.
[To demonstrate what she can do, she'll pick up that dropped card from the floor using the telekinesis. It easily rises up and floats to her, and she plucks it from the air.]
How big is "big stuff", though? You're not that big, but say... you're bigger than a breadbox. A flying breadbox could be quite intimidating. Just saying.
[He peers at the card again.]
It's... I think I remember a series of articles, going over testing methods for telepathy, or was it precognition? Or both. Those were the symbols used. I think. I could look it up, if I had a computer.
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[She's trying to think about it, but that's hard right now.] I dunno. I mean, I think I could move a car if I wanted to. And if I wanted to put up with blacking out.
Telepathy? Stupid Postman, I ain't no telepath. I guess this is his idea of a joke.
[She absently rubs her temples again.] I think I'm gonna go take a nap.
Yeah, well, I wasn't plannin' on it. I don't like not rememberin' what I was doin'.
[She just looks at him. Indeed, where is all this treatment coming from?] Um. I'll be fine with some sleep. Keeping any loud noises down would be a help though.
Ah, what's this?
[Doof picks up the letter, and recognizes the handwriting of something coming from the post office. Looks like it belongs to Barton. He holds it up to the light, failing to see much of anything in it... how can a returned item be... nothing at all? There's nothing at all there, it seems.]
....
[No one's watching. He slits it open with the paring knife he had been using.]
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Speaking of Barton, she's walking back into the room, pack of matches in hand. Upon seeing Doofenschmirtz with the open envelope, she doesn't look too happy.]
What are you doing?
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...gah!
[Ooh, busted. Doof flinches, looks very guilty, and then strides right on ahead through the guilt and holds the card up.]
Opening your prize for you. Though it looks like a lousy one. Bah! A card! I at least got my lab coat back.
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[She looks at the card, the symbols foreign to her.] The hell is this supposed to be.
[Barton reaches out and takes it from him... which is a bad move. As soon as she does, she yelps and flinches, squeezing her eyes shut. She's instantly given a tremendous headache, but it was vaguely familiar to her - like the first time this power manifested.
She drops to her knees, holding her head. After a moment all she can do is curse loudly.] Goddamnit!
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Research! It's simply research! Well here, if you don't want it, go ahead and burn it.
[It probably doesn't help that he extends his hand and offers it to her, to facilitate with the burning. When no burning happens? When she falls to her knees? He yelps, drops the card, and is immediately leaning over her.
Yes. He's concerned. It's... reflex, okay?! Paternal reflex!]
What? What is this? What's the matter?!
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[She winces from her own yelling. Ow. Note to self, don't do that.
She slowly stands up, hand still gripping her head.]
I knew they'd give me back shit I didn't want.
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[Nope, he hasn't quite gotten it.]
So it's... not all fun and prizes and good times? Why does this place keep dashing my expectations like that...?
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Someone told me they could send ya back good and bad things, real or powers or whatever. They just sent one of those back to me. Psychic stuff.
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[He rolls his eyes, and pulls out a chair for her to sit in, if she wants.]
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[To demonstrate what she can do, she'll pick up that dropped card from the floor using the telekinesis. It easily rises up and floats to her, and she plucks it from the air.]
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[For all his catching on and his sympathy, he's still awed by the card floating trick.]
Oooh!
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[She looks the card over.] Any idea what this is supposed to mean?
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[He peers at the card again.]
It's... I think I remember a series of articles, going over testing methods for telepathy, or was it precognition? Or both. Those were the symbols used. I think. I could look it up, if I had a computer.
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Telepathy? Stupid Postman, I ain't no telepath. I guess this is his idea of a joke.
[She absently rubs her temples again.] I think I'm gonna go take a nap.
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...No blacking out! No car lifting!
[Where was all of this protectiveness coming from?]
Yes yes. Go lie down. I'll... be around the house if you need something. Water. Soup. Cold cloth for your eyes.
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[She just looks at him. Indeed, where is all this treatment coming from?] Um. I'll be fine with some sleep. Keeping any loud noises down would be a help though.
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