Outside 210 [Sunday Morning]

[withasword]

Leah woke up in a stranger’s bed yesterday. A stranger who kept a damn knife under her pillow and had books full of weird symbols on her shelves along with not much else. What in the freaky-deaky hell was with that?

The better part of her wake-up yesterday had involved taking photographic evidence to show Juno when she could. This morning she’d

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[iwishiwasbig]

Shatner had several problems. First, he was surrounded by telepaths. Everyone in the whole building could read his mind! Second, he still had a baby who was no longer showing any great psychic powers other than the same kind of telepathy that everyone else had. Third, he still didn't realize that he didn't internalize any thoughts he had, so he was still under the assumption that everyone was a psychic.

Now he was just wandering the halls, holding the baby, and not even really trying to unload It on passersby any more. Sitters-down, on the other hand....

But first things first. "Hi. Please don't read my mind," Shatner said. "She's probably done it already. Sigh."

[withasword]

"Hey, hold off the assumptions, dude." No matter that she wasn't actually a telepath, it sounded like something she should deny doing if she was. "Does it look like I'm some kind of thought invader?"

[iwishiwasbig]

"Well, not really. But who can tell these days?" Shatner asked. Not him, clearly. "My god, can you tell if someone's a mind-reader just by looking at them? I need to look into this."

[withasword]

Oh, so this guy was a complete looney tune. If the crazy-eyed baby hadn't kicked that clue in, this conversation was doing it.

"If you are not forshnicked, I'd say first go for a check up from the neck up." She was helpful. A little quirky, and only fully comprehensible if you were fluent in hipster slang, but at least she didn't go around asking people if they were mind-readers.

[iwishiwasbig]

"... I don't think I'm forshnicked," Shatner said. "Don't say that, you don't even know what it means! I mean, unless it's a good thing. Then I probably am. Nice cover!"

The baby seemed to be used to this behavior by now and was just ignoring Shatner.

[withasword]

"Sloshed, slizzard, shit-faced, loaded... Drunk as hell?" If she reeled off enough, he was bound to figure it out.

She'd actually prefer it if he said yes. Smashed beat out all natural bat-shit crazy. "It's for sure the better."

[iwishiwasbig]

"Oh! No, no, it's still the morning. And I have a baby to watch," Shatner said. "I could use a drink, having to deal with all these mind-readers. And the baby."

[withasword]

"What's with Rosemary's Baby there anyway?"

It was the eyes. Dead creepy.

[iwishiwasbig]

"No idea. I found it yesterday and I've been watching it since," Shatner said. "Is Rosemary an actual person, or is that a pop culture reference? I can't tell! Curse you, pop culture!"

[withasword]

"... Movie. Satan's child. Freaky peepers." She already missed her friends who got her. "Why didn't you just leave it where you found it?"

[iwishiwasbig]

"It wouldn't stop crying until I picked it up," Shatner explained. "Little brat."

Actually, he would have meant to say that part out loud if he had thought about it a little more.

"Say, you wouldn't mind holding him for a minute would you? I'm losing feeling in my arms from holding him this long. Lalalalalalala. Oh please fall for this. And don't hear me thinking that. Lalalalalalalalalala."

[withasword]

"Fall for what?"

Not the brightest bulb in the box, our Leah.

[iwishiwasbig]

"My god, she IS one of them! Nothing, nothing!" Shatner held the droid baby out at arm's length for Leah to take if she wasn't too suspicious right now. "Just take the baby, please!"

That might not help with being not suspicious.

[withasword]

It was like an instinct to take something when it was offered to you. Even when the something was blank eyed and bound to scream the moment she put it down. DAMN, INSTINCT.

It was staying at arms length, for now.

"What am I supposed to do with this?"

[iwishiwasbig]

"Take care of it!" Shatner said, turning to run down the hall the second the baby was out of his hands. "FREEEEEEDOM!"

Such a good father.

[withasword]

"Hey!" She was allowed some indignation here. This was not supposed to be her problem. "If this thing goes all zombie apocalypse on me I'm hunting you down first!" she yelled after him.

Said 'thing' promptly started screaming.

Great omen.