intro → co-feeling? → telepathic!aphro

[telepathed]

Normally, Charles had a remarkably good rein over his powers. Ever since he first learned that he could use them, he'd trained himself carefully in order to prevent any mishaps. Although Charles often did put his telepathy to use on the vast majority of people, he had promised to never read Raven's mind again, and for years he had kept that only

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[hiddensnake]

Deuce pushed open the door to what she thought was her room and blinked when she noticed someone at the window. He looked new. Then again, she could always be wrong. The hotel was huge and it was hard to remember a lot of faces after a while. She pushed a stray lock of dark hair out of her eyes and stepped inside.

"Hey, are you ok?" she asked, her words hissed slightly. She was thankful that her speech had improved over the years. The hiss was barely noticeable, at least, until she said a few certain letters. She kept a short distance between them, not sure what was effecting him. She knew that the aphrodisiacs could really get to someone when they were new, but there could be other things too.

[telepathed]

It was too much. Too many thoughts, scattered and chaotic in his mind. Too many people in his immediate vicinity, too many sensations washing over him that it was impossible to keep track of which thoughts were his own and which were those of others. Charles might keep his mind open to some degree on most days, scanning surface thoughts, but this was on another level entirely.

Normally, it was more than a little difficult to sneak up on Charles, but right now he hadn't even noticed she was there until she'd started speaking.

What peculiar eyes.

It's a coherent thought that manages to form before being drowned out by all the others.

"Unfortunately, no. I would appreciate it if you could--" there's a wince as he feels the phantom sensation of teeth on his neck. "Tell me where we are."

[hiddensnake]

"You're stuck in a love hotel that brings people in from different dimensions and worlds to have sex," she said as she took another step into the room. She paused for a moment, her tongue flicking out for a moment to taste the drugs on the air. It didn't tase stronger than usual. She watched him as she moved around the room

"I'm Medusa Preston. Most just call me Deuce," she said as she leaned againstthe chest of drawers that was against a wall. "No one has been able to find a way out of the new city that surrounds the place now."

She sighed softly, shaking her head. She wondered just how he would react to the rest of her snake-like features. She noticed the way he noticed her eyes.

[indestructigirl]

Claire found herself developing a habit of wandering the hotel when she had nothing better to do, and now was no different. Most of the doors were closed, all manner of lewd noises muffled behind them. She was used to it by now, and was able to walk down the hallways relatively unfazed by the activity surrounding her, save for a tiny bit of warmth in her groin - but that was mostly from the aphrodisiacs in the air.

Happening by an open door, she was unable to resist the urge to peek inside, her curiosity getting the better of her. She'd ended up meeting some pretty interesting people that way, so it was something she'd started to feel less guilty about. As she stepped inside the room and spotted the young man at the window, her mind suddenly exploded with... thoughts. Her first thought was that she'd stumbled on a telepath, only she was quite sure that telepathy didn't work that way. They could her her thoughts, not the other way around. Maybe the stranger was an some sort of empath, capable of projecting his ability on

[telepathed]

He wasn't an empath, but he was able to communicate with other minds - a trick that he had found to be quite useful at home, but was a little more than unfortunate here as Charles begins to realize what is happening. Not only are the bounds of his own mind open, but he's transmitting to others, as well.

His fingers slip up to his temple, pressing against there in a familiar gesture, trying to calm his own mind. But it's not a matter of willpower in this case. It doesn't work.

"My apologies," Charles said, his words a little stilted. "This has never happened before."

[indestructigirl]

"It's okay," she returned, "this place tends to do funny things to people. My ability's gone funny a couple of times." Claire was pretty sure it was the first time she ever felt completely comfortable talking about her ability to a complete stranger. But given the circumstances, she figured it was safe enough.

She felt sorta useless, not knowing how to help, because she was pretty sure he was in distress. "Um, would it help if you sat? I- I dunno if there's really anything I can do for you." Except maybe distract him. There had to be something to do around here other than have sex. Maybe some board games...

[telepathed]

Her ability. Were it on any other occasion, Charles would have immediately struck up a conversation on the topic. The intricacies of mutation, the vast amount of possibilities when it came to powers - all of it was incredibly fascinating to Charles. Claire's power in particular would have been interesting simply because of the way it pushed medical limits.

Perhaps her thought of a distraction was apt after all. Fighting down the urge to groan at a particularly strong sensation hitting him, Charles instead focuses his mind on the constructive.

"You say that it affects people's abilities. Do you know how it does that?"

He's discovering new things about the power of mutation every day, it seemed.

Oh, this is so wrong. AND YET. Here I am.

[felis_umbra]

Kitty didn't even need for the door to be open. The heat, so to speak, was getting to the young woman, and she was phasing through rooms to try and find an empty one for a little... alone time. She came in through the wall from the next room, face flushed. The front of her gold-and-black uniform was zipped right down to the X on her belt.

"Um- oh... sorry. I, uh... thought..." she started stammering. "Thought this room was empty." Oooh, this one was cute. Why did he look so familiar, though?

who needs timelines?

[telepathed]

Sorry, Kitty. Charles doesn't quite know who you are. Perhaps in another twenty years. As it was, the uniform gets his attention because it looks so similar stylistically to the ones that Hank designed for them, blue and yellow, and the fact that she had somehow moved through the wall - splendid, quite splendid. If Charles weren't so preoccupied he'd be excited, or impressed.

"No, it's-- it's quite alright," he gasped, though it was obvious that he most certainly was not alright at this moment. Even with the cold air from the window, it wasn't doing much to keep his body heat down. No one could witness this barrage and stay unaffected, and Charles -- well. Charles was a young man, after all.

"You're a mutant. As am I," there's the ghost of a touch on his collarbones, so real he almost looks down, but it isn't. Somebody else, somewhere in this hotel, is feeling that. "How did either of us get here?"

She ends up in a new reality every third Tuesday or so. Nothing new for her.

[felis_umbra]

Now solid again, she leaned against the wall she'd just come in through. "Yeah, I kinda figured that when you didn't freak out about the wall thing," she said, panting a bit. "Not sure about the how, or... where we are, exactly," she confessed.

"Sorry, I'm... not in the best shape to... figure things out," she admitted. The ache between her thighs was ridiculous, as was the heat. It took considerable effort to keep herself, and her clothing tangible right now. Please don't be a telepath she thought to herself. Kitty had a remarklably dirty mind for such a nice girl, and right now, the theatre of her mind was quite thoroughly based in the gutters. Probably Wisdom's fault. Bastard that he was, that man really knew how to put his tongue to work.

[soontobeblue]

Hank walked past the door, having felt the undeniable urge to wander. It was only by chance that he happened to look in. He normally had a strict policy against that, since it was rarely anything he wished to see. His eyes caught a familiar figure and his heart jump with joy, but only for a moment. If Charles was stuck in this horrible place, bad things could happen to him. Not the worst perhaps, but definitely unwelcome.

A bit uneasy Hank went into the room, closing the door behind him out of pure habit of a polite upbringing.

"Charles, are you alright?" he asked having seen him stumble. He stayed close to the door, feeling a bit uneasy. Being in a sex crazed hotel could make one anxious.

HANK!

[telepathed]

It's a familiar voice, and a familiar set of thoughts - logical and scientific and exact, although there's underpinnings there, too. Self-consciousness. Self-hatred. Feeling like the outsider. While Charles normally doesn't read his student's minds with such impunity, he literally is unable to help himself right now.

"Hank," Charles gasps, struggling to maintain control. He's actually almost successful at being somewhat presentable, but the hand clutched to the side of his head and his breathing gave him away. "I'm afraid I'm a little...indisposed at the moment."

Understatement.

*BIG SMILE*

[soontobeblue]

"Indisposed," he said a bit bewildered. He went over to him, not all that concerned. He trusted Charles with his life and had a feeling he always would. He grabbed his hands and felt an insane longing and desire. He felt like he was being kissed and touched. To his own embarrassment he felt himself becoming aroused by the sensation of sexual energy that was going through him.

"Your telepathy," he said taking his hands away, "Can you stop transmitting?"

He had a horrible feeling the answer was no. Why would he be doing this if he had the choice to stop.

you made my day

[telepathed]

Oh, lovely. Not only was he receiving thoughts, but he was transmitting them as well. "Hank," Charles replied, exasperated. "If I were able to stop, do you not think I would have done so already?" It sounds irritated and too sharp, and he realizes that seconds afterwards with a wince, sighing as he shakes his head. "I'm sorry."

Despite popular opininon, Charles isn't capable of being a saint all of the time. And when he can't clear his head for two seconds, just enough time to breathe, it starts to fray at his sense of patience.