The M3 Drabble Tree

[hanuueshe]

Attention M3 fans! 
This is the official first post for the First Official M3 Drabble Tree!

For those of you who aren’t familiar with the drabble tree (arbolus drablus) here is the basic rundown: I will post the starting drabble in the comments below. After you read this drabble, you reply to it, by writing one of your own, incorporating a phrase

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[hanuueshe]

To begin with, Matthew Parkman could read minds.

Or, as Mohinder had put it, he could intercept and interpret other people’s thought. The majority of the thought process was done more in fleeting impressions and imaginings rather than words, and did he actually here people’s thoughts as coherent sentences? With tonal inflections? Did his own mental voice have an accent to him. How about when he thought in Tamil, would he be able to pick up whether the thoughts were sad or happy or angry…

Or, at least, that’s how he remembers Mohinder’s reaction to the news the Molly’s other hero could read minds. Matt was more than a little high on painkillers at the time (and bisexual) and Mohinder was talking really, *really* fast (and pretty), so mostly he just watched the other man’s hands weave back and forth as he drifted off into unconsciousness, his own mind far away from the unsigned divorce papers hidden away in the bedside table drawer.

[tiptoe39]

(We interrupt this thread for a random advertisement: I've been hosting drabble trees like this one-- I call them drabbletag or drabblethon-- most weekends on my journal, and I'd love for people to come join. I haven't posted links here because they're so frequent that I didn't want to annoy everyone. But feel free to drop by my journal and play!)The holidays had not been kind to Matt Parkman

[hanuueshe]

Most times, Mohinder arrived home either very early in the morning or very late in the night, but that day he arrived home in the late afternoon, just as Matt was trying to psych himself up to actually cook a dinner for Molly that wouldn't make her vomit. Or, at least, make scathing comments about his lack of cooking skills. He heard him before he actually came into the apartment, the soft background chatter of Mohinder's thoughts, formulas, theories, and the day's minutiae jumbled up in a familiar rhythm.

"Mohinder!" Molly yelled, the minuted the sound of the door's opening reached her ears. "You made it home in time to cook dinner!"

Well, so much for *that* idea.

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[fahrbotdrusilla]

March second is only in two days.

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[hanuueshe]

Whoops. Wrong number...

[purplewind88]

[widdle warning. This is my very first drabble tree reply so be warned the possible horrible, mind destroying, mistakes/suckiness. Hopefully it comes out as nice as it was in my head. And hopefully I figured out how to do this tree thing….-_

[tiptoe39]

“That men like us were the reason his son thought it was ok to try on his mother’s high heels.”

roffles!!! You wait, that guy's son is going to make millions as a footwear designer and his dad will have health care in his old age thanks to that. he oughta apologize!