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The Devil's Nest, Tuesday

Emma could hear it.

She had no idea what 'it' was, beyond the fact it was incredibly annoying and gave her a headache. It was someone talking but you couldn't quite make out the words, or nails on a chalkboard that never varied in pitch or tone and you couldn't locate the source of the sound. So Emma did what any sane and reasonable telepath would do.

She showed up to work shiny so she wouldn't have to listen to it. Apparently people already knew something was wrong, going by the cabin evacuation, and such things were best left to the self-proclaimed 'heroes' who enjoyed running around in spandex.

The DJ was trying to play disco tunes to celebrate her sparkly state, although Emma was steadfastly refusing to spin around on the dance floor for him.

The Devil's Nest was open, and the hostess/bouncer was fully prepared to toss any icky things that showed up right back out the door. There would be none of that nonsense in this club, thank you kindly.

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Speak with the hostess, pay the cover and get your ID checked, and all that assorted stuff.

Where Tiny will serve alcohol to those legally allowed to drink.

Get your groove on.

Comfy seats and spots where you can snack on trendy appetizers.

You have to be invited by Eric or Emma to get past the velvet rope.

SHINY! \o/

"Emma," Peter greeted, hand stuck inside his pockets. He looked well-composed despite his total-lack-of-issues earlier that day. "I see you're not running off to poke at strange rocks showing up in the middle of the night."

"I already am a 'strange rock,' Mr. Wiggin," Emma replied, wriggling her fingers at him. "I feel no need to add some bit of potentially dangerous gravel to my jewelry box."

"I wouldn't call you a strange rock, per se," Peter said, easily. "A resourceful mineral, maybe. I don't suppose you've picked up anything useful about the situation at all...?"

Considering the tiny brains of half the people on this island, he figured finding the right information would be a lot like needles in haystacks, but hey, it was always worth a shot.

Though he was starting to wonder if that was actually make-up...

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"My brain itches, Emma."

Sookie figured that, of everyone on the island, Emma would be one of the ones who'd understand what she meant. Hopefully it wasn't just her. Sookie really didn't want a new layer added to her crazy.

"So did mine," Emma empathized. "I think we're about to find out how long I can hold this form consciously, as I do not want whatever-that-is talking in my brain at me."

"The only thing 'useful' I've picked up are that there's a problem with a rock, and it makes my brain itch," Emma replied. "And before I decided I had had enough of the local gossip 'waves, I heard reports of strange animals."

"So if you're asking if I'm playing telepathic switchboard tonight, the answer is 'no.' I am sick of whatever it is clawing at my brain like some demented harpy, and so I shall happy stay like this until one of the more physically-minded members of our community deal with our little friend."

"I can't do that," Sookie said enviously, gesturing to Emma. "I'm at the point where I'm gonna dig out Karla's shield necklace. But I don't want to miss anything important, either."

Eric was far too busy drinking his blood to notice most of you tonight, but he might make some exceptions.

Ronan? Needed a drink. He wasn't much of a telepath -- the Speech's mental component didn't quite work that way -- but there was something buzzing, barely, in the back of his head.

"Ta, love," he said, as he walked up to Emma's post. "Cover for one."

Blink. Blink.

"Emma?"

[... I don't think Ronan's ever seen Emma's diamond form.]

"All right, Mr. Old-as-Dirt," Sookie greeted, striding right over and settling into the chair beside him. "You ever seen anything like this rock we've got before?"

Whenever Jaina had any sort of free time, she made an effort to call or text someone these days. She was a good girl who tried to call her parents first, usually didn't get through and had to leave a message that would be returned when they were back in system or escaped from a jail or whatever, and then it was time to call someone like Eric, who she hadn't bothered in a while.

That would be why his phone was ringing.

"Because I strike you as an amazing expert on rocks," Eric said dryly.

"I'd send you dirt, but it appears to be scary," Eric answered immediately.

Somehow not the greeting Jaina expected.

"Hello to you too," she said slowly. "The dirt is scary?"

"What happens if you try to read me?" Emma asked, mildly curious. "Maybe if you focus on one person, it'll mute the rest out."

It hadn't worked for her, but it was worth a shot.

[sorry accidental nap with kitty]

"Dirt, rock...something," Eric said. "I've been asleep, I'm just catching up."

"Hello to you too, Mr. Nolan," Emma replied smoothly, a glint of humor managing to surface through the disinterested state that this form provided. "You're staring, darling."

"No. You've just been around a really long time, and the rock is making my friend sick," she said, letting a little worry etch her features.

"Just tell me dirt and rocks aren't attacking or anything." It was a perfectly valid question.

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