With my books and my papers I went to the rocks by the ocean, but the weather changed quickly…

[the_vesmier]

The Vesmier has, to his moderate annoyance, still not found anything to occupy the majority of his attention, even with his own associated Doctor around. (In theory. As per usual, though, the man's disappeared to poke at something or other, and not even his own TARDIS is quite sure where he is.) So he's perpetually on call should any one need

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[theb5mantra]

Here, Ves. Have a psychic. A very powerful psychic who isn't at all happy about this development, and whose defenses are rudimentary, at best.

She's wearing gloves, which back home, might as well have been lighting up a neon sign saying "TELEPATH HERE", and a distinctly disgruntled expression. She is, in fact, on her way to see Dr. Harper to get something for the pain of a tower full of people in her head -- and the Tower itself, for that matter -- and is in general full of DO NOT WANT.

[the_vesmier]

The Vesmier is not so invested in the Christmas tree that he misses the psychic walking through. The potentially-rated psychic without psychic shielding. That's... that's concerning on a number of levels, and he turns with a polite mental :: ? ::.

When one is psychic, one should alert other psychics to one's presence as a psychic. It's the same category of etiquette that says only passive psychic listening is permissible without express invitation, and one's shielding should be of high enough quality to avoid accidental projection.

[theb5mantra]

And that has Ivanova whirling around to stare at the Vesmier in mixed fear and anger.

It takes a moment for her to reassure herself that whoever just pinged her isn't what was scanning her earlier... Not that this is a sign of safety. She looks him over quickly -- no Psi Corps insignia. No gloves.

"Yes?" she says, just the hint of an edge to her voice, very, very pointedly speaking aloud.

[the_vesmier]

Well, that was... responsive. The Vesmier wonders, though that wondering is pushed far to the back of his mind, why so many humans seem to be coming through with psychic abilities they either don't want or don't seem aware of these days.

"My apologies," he says. If a preference is stated or implied to speak aloud, he'll speak aloud. "I didn't mean to startle you. I noticed you passing by and..."

Well, might as well explain.

"Thought I would identify myself." He tucks his hands into his sleeves - he's wearing a polar fleece sweater loose enough to let him do that - and bows, very slightly, in greeting. "The Vesmier."

[girlorgun]

One could ask, on seeing the petite blonde woman wander into the Conrad Hotel lobby, why someone who has a perfectly nice flat with her brother needs to be wandering around someplace like this.

One could ask, but it's April, so there really doesn't need to be a reason. The reason today is that she felt a little homesick, and the closest thing to "home" she can really go back to is the hotel. Even though it's nothing like what she wants.

When she wanders by the lounge, she stops, blinks a little, and wanders inside. She clashes quite a bit with the décor, with its lushness and her... very simple and plain look, her elegance at the ball hardly evident. But she moves gracefully, and that helps her not look like a little homeless vagabond.

Leona has captured her attention, and is going to be quietly stared at from the chair nearby that April has procured for herself.

[sinsofskin]

Leona is no stranger to stares. She's used to eyes on her, in various states of fear or lust or belligerence. She treats herself to a slow sip of the red wine she's enjoying and turns, glancing across the room without apparent care.

And, aha, that one. Young. An innocent look to her which isn't quite innocent, but which might interest quite a few clients were she looking for a job. But Leona's not here on business, she's relaxing, and so with another languorous sip of wine she files April's face away and leans back in her booth.

This is quite the comfortable bar, really. Some of the patrons seem a bit... pedestrian... but so many drinking establishments have gone so far downhill.

[girlorgun]

"Not many of you will come here," April says after a moment's more watching her, feeling her out a little. And it's true - even with the peace treaty, it's full of archangels. "And you're not even working. Why are you here?"

It's more curious than anything: after all, why would a demon come to angelic territory to relax?

[sinsofskin]

Well, then. A talkative one. And one that can recognize angels and demons. Nephilim? Hidden wings? Psychic? Leona gives her an arched eyebrow or two and swishes her wine.

"It's open to the public."