Need room when war is over
Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2007 1:58 pm
((is there a list made of the toons and their room assignments? i'd put two and two together, but i'm horrible at math and i had too much of the Silver Bullet last night. I know that everyone is currently in the bunker, but since Vivian/-Alter isn't 100% capable of blocking out other people's thought, she would probably try to live in the Quads for the solitude regardless of the war.))
It was a little maddening, her first steps into the bunker. So many students with no idea how to keep their thoughts to themselves. An undisciplined lot they were. Perhaps she could teach them... but then, she'd have to learn to keep their thoughts out before she could teach them to keep their thoughts to themselves. She could already feel a headache coming on.
She waved hello to the few students she had met prior, Alex and Sam most notably, and then tried to find a dark corner of the basement in which to curl up. And that was when it happened, terror struck her like a linebacker. It began to well up within her and forced her to her knees as she looked around desperately for the source. There... in the corner.... something was going to die.
Vivian forced herself to her feet and stumbled towards the source only to find mother nature hard at work. An orange tabby had cornered a rat and was playfully, sadistically, playing with it before eating. The rat knew what was going to happen, it knew it was going to die and that there was nothing it could do to stop the inevitable.
So Vivian did was anyone else would do to aid someone about to die, she focused on the cat and tried to send thoughts of a dog coming. The cat instantly jerked and jumped straight up, twisting in the air before coming to a halt facing Vivian. It hissed at her as if sensing she was the imminent threat and then bolted from the basement.
Finally the terror within her subsided and she moved back to her corner to sleep.
Later on that night, as the Sister's did their rounds of the bunker, checking on the students, they noticed something that bewildered them all. They found a young girl, Vivian, wrapped happily in a blanket, surrounded by little shiny trinkets; one solitary rat curled up sleeping in the crook of her elbow.
It was a little maddening, her first steps into the bunker. So many students with no idea how to keep their thoughts to themselves. An undisciplined lot they were. Perhaps she could teach them... but then, she'd have to learn to keep their thoughts out before she could teach them to keep their thoughts to themselves. She could already feel a headache coming on.
She waved hello to the few students she had met prior, Alex and Sam most notably, and then tried to find a dark corner of the basement in which to curl up. And that was when it happened, terror struck her like a linebacker. It began to well up within her and forced her to her knees as she looked around desperately for the source. There... in the corner.... something was going to die.
Vivian forced herself to her feet and stumbled towards the source only to find mother nature hard at work. An orange tabby had cornered a rat and was playfully, sadistically, playing with it before eating. The rat knew what was going to happen, it knew it was going to die and that there was nothing it could do to stop the inevitable.
So Vivian did was anyone else would do to aid someone about to die, she focused on the cat and tried to send thoughts of a dog coming. The cat instantly jerked and jumped straight up, twisting in the air before coming to a halt facing Vivian. It hissed at her as if sensing she was the imminent threat and then bolted from the basement.
Finally the terror within her subsided and she moved back to her corner to sleep.
Later on that night, as the Sister's did their rounds of the bunker, checking on the students, they noticed something that bewildered them all. They found a young girl, Vivian, wrapped happily in a blanket, surrounded by little shiny trinkets; one solitary rat curled up sleeping in the crook of her elbow.
