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[ Perrin is still suffering from the nightmares, mind you, with this being the last day of them. So that's why this message first goes out quite late at night. Oddly enough, the message seems quite focused, though. Perrin knows how to handle his brain. But his voice is choppy, each word practiced. There's also a slight echo. (In real life, he is saying each word out loud before saying it in telepathy.) ]

--didn't know being a psyker was something technology could help with. Which is pretty impressive.

I know those were real people. Pokemon? Those guys who vanished. It's not like when I see people and then I'm the only one seeing them.

I know the doctor said they'd keep records, but we should too. Keep our own, I mean - and we can also figure out if there's a connection between us. First thing's first.

Where are you all from? I've heard that not all of you are American. Or from the same time as me - oh, that's right. I'm from the year 2281. [ Oops, his thoughts are spiraling. He's not saying this part out loud in real life, anymore. And sounding more casual. ] You know, it's pretty fascinating to meet people who are pre-War. I would have thought you would have been a lot weirder, but you're just like me. Without the survival instints, I mean. I wonder if it's true that people were just the same, and it was the governments and corporations that wanted to mess stuff up. Oh, but they didn't cause the Resource Wars, the lack of resources did... sometimes wish I'd read more up on history. I mean, pre-War history. Not just shit that happened near to me.

[ He seems to have forgotten this is telepathy and his thoughts are being broadcast for a while. Until-- ] Oh. Right. So I'm gonna be keeping a list of us. Uh, in a book. We don't have terminals here, and terminals could get messed up if some of the electricity messed up or if we forgot the password. And I'm not the best hacker. I'm also not the best at lockpicking, honestly.

So! Guess this is me asking about your home and what year you're from!

[[ This post can also be used as a mingle post, if wanted! The OOC post for the record keeping is here. Perrin will let anybody check it out, which is why he hasn't listed his real name in it. ]]

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I do not know what an American is, but I'm sorry they had to go through such a war.

[She doesn't know what kind of war, but like, governments fucking about, lack of resources? None of that sounds great. The governments bit pings a flash of a decimated metropolis from Firoza, while the resources bit...well, her mind cycles through flashes of ruin and despair, alien even to her own mind. Before it starts spreading to tangential memories, she puts a clamp on it - mostly to be polite. Stuff like that is a lot to put on someone else out of the blue.]

I...do not think we hail from the same star. Er, world. But I can start from as far back as I know, if you're curious.

Oh, well. It's what us people from America call ourselves. Uh. Fuck, let's see if I can--

[ And then he gets the flashes - and his eye closes. That second one from the Dead Ends seems to get a soft grunt from him. Something that reminds him of his own home, and there's a bit of a sad sound at that. (hey this man is traumatised by nuclear hellfire already) ] --really gotta figure out how to control our minds, huh. But, yeah. America, American. It was a bit of a global war, though.

But hey, I am pretty curious. I mean, I heard there's some space stuff around my slice of the world. I even met some aliens once. You know, since stars are those things in the sky and all, and I didn't know things could live on them.

[ There is a slight flash of an alien spacecraft, with an alien shooting at Perrin. You know, nice and first-person. ]

Ah-

[There's an overwhelming sense of embarrassment at the memory bleed.]

Apologies! I - this is hard. It's almost like an ability of mine, but instead it flows back and forth between peoples...

[She can, at least, keep a personal clamp on the musing, "Did the Ancients have to deal with this? No...they wouldn't bother talking if they could just speak in each other's minds all the time."]

Mm...well, "star" is a...a common term, for what we'd call a world. And it is also the stars in the sky. Travel between them is not exactly viable - the great expanse is too big to traverse without considerable power and the cooperation of many. But...it has been done before.

[Perrin gets to see a cool starship, just the outside. She's trying to keep things more focused.]

[ That is such a cool starship. If only it could be gotten more then once per account without buying a new thing! |D ]

Oh! So like how people call my, er, star and th'dirt both Earth. Which was always weird to me. But I don't think people've managed to ever go to other-- we call them planets? I think there was once a moon landing, and. Well, the aliens. But other then that, nothing.

So! You had something similar to this before? Does it feel different? Can y'teach me how to not accidentally traumatize people? Because I dunno if you've noticed, but I don't wanna accidentally. Uh. Well, I'd better not think about that shit I don't wanna show off.

The efforts to do so were incredible - only through centuries of work and the bonds formed across many lands made it possible. That, and a creative source for the energy.

[It's a bit complicated to explain, so thankfully, Perrin doesn't get blasted with the concept of "praying gods into being to act as booster thrusts while burning massive crystallized aether stores". It worked, that's all that matters.]

Ah, hm...that's the thing. It was never something I could control, save without help. [Now this time, there's a brief flash of a woman in white and a wave of warm affection.] I think control would have more to do with mind things...peace of mind? Not experience.

[ he does not need more questions about if gods exist or yet not now, ] Hey, that's how it goes, gotta be inventive t'make things better--

--that's a pretty lady. [ His voice is suddenly soft. Nostalgic. ] She your Nana? [ oh, perrin. ]

Ah. Sorry. I'm...not good at this.

[She didn't mean to share that, but...]

She's sort of...kind of like...a mentor. A very motherly mentor. She did her best with what she knew, and believed in me - believed in all mankind. Her name is Venat.

[ Oh. There is softness in his thoughts. His own thoughts have turned to an older looking woman, dark-skinned with locs, in a jacket and with a motherly gaze. ]

Don't worry, I'm not either. But...

Venat, huh. She sounds wonderful. Like th'sort of mentor you'd want, especially if she believed in people. Reminds me of Nana, a bit.

...Would that be your Nana, then?

[Just gently asking, not expecting anything more if Perrin isn't interested in sharing too deeply.]

...Yeah.

[ His mental voice is softer. Calmer. Loving. ] She loves me. She's older then me, and we don't get t'meet often anymore. But... I got a bunch of my morals from her. Uh. But she's not my actual Nana. I'm adopted, by her and Mama.

--who are actually sisters. Not in a relationship. But one's Nana, and the other is Mama. [ it makes sense! ]

[Nods sagely.]

I am adopted as well. Not by Venat. But I understand.

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FF14 spoilers in this thread just in case - but also potential WoL OC backstory woooo

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