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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[wrongkindofsith]

Cara may have been tempted to sleep in the common room last night rather the room she'd woken in yesterday, but the softness of that bed and a door that would shut had won out (and if she was being honest, she wanted to take advantage of the smaller room with the hot, running water again) but after waking up this morning and not being back home, she was looking for other people to try and figure out what was going on.

She cautiously approached the other girl. "Hello?"

[withasword]

"Hey-yo. Tell me you actually live here."

Because she was looking for answers, and however weirdly dressed this chick was, she could still have some.

[wrongkindofsith]

There was nothing weird about the way Cara was dressed. Regardless about what you could say about her actual dress,

"Actually I was hoping you did," she said, fiddling with her hair. "I'm not even sure where here is."

[withasword]

"It's not Minnesota." Leah had clearly got a long way in her investigations. "And I am all out of ruby slippers." That leap made sense somewhere in her head.

"I gave up figuring this crap out somewhere around lunchtime. Yesterday."

[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.