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fandomtownies2015-08-03 09:04 am
icecoldfrost) wrote in fandomtownies2015-08-03 09:04 am
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Community Center Class: Psionics for the Headblind Herd [Monday Evening]
Anyone who usually attended the class had gotten an email to meet at the beach today, an there was a note pinned on the community center's door as well, for the electronically illiterate.
When students arrived, they'd find Emma soaking up the rays. "I go to Vegas for a week and you get your brains hacked," shebitched said, lowering her sunglasses to regard them from all. "How is a girl supposed to enjoy acquiring other people's money and property with people's brains bleeding all over the place?"
"Meditate," she continued with a wave of her hand. "Build a sandcastle. The tide is life, constantly trying to erode what you've built, but it's always depositing new materials for you to use in constructing your psyche. Work solo or in teams, I don't care, but find your zen. If you can't sit still, go shadowbox the tide, and then come make your sandcastle. Everyone who manages to find some bit of mental balance gets a prize."
With that, Emma settled back down to tan. Or rather, focus on cutting down the interior noise so that she wasn't going to overhear anything she shouldn't. Anyone with any sort of psionic gift might be able to see her sinking into her own mind, keeping half an ear on her class while she worked on shoring up her own filters and defenses. She'd considered putting on her dampeners today, but, well, the day after an invasion was generally not a time to be totally without powers. You never knew if the megalomaniac of the week might try to get in a parting shot. Improving her tan was just a very nice bonus.
When students arrived, they'd find Emma soaking up the rays. "I go to Vegas for a week and you get your brains hacked," she
"Meditate," she continued with a wave of her hand. "Build a sandcastle. The tide is life, constantly trying to erode what you've built, but it's always depositing new materials for you to use in constructing your psyche. Work solo or in teams, I don't care, but find your zen. If you can't sit still, go shadowbox the tide, and then come make your sandcastle. Everyone who manages to find some bit of mental balance gets a prize."
With that, Emma settled back down to tan. Or rather, focus on cutting down the interior noise so that she wasn't going to overhear anything she shouldn't. Anyone with any sort of psionic gift might be able to see her sinking into her own mind, keeping half an ear on her class while she worked on shoring up her own filters and defenses. She'd considered putting on her dampeners today, but, well, the day after an invasion was generally not a time to be totally without powers. You never knew if the megalomaniac of the week might try to get in a parting shot. Improving her tan was just a very nice bonus.
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During the Lecture
Beach fun!
Re: Beach fun!
And he'd brought some food with him.
And a very good bottle of wine.
Re: Beach fun!
He wasn't completely certain what he'd do with a pocket full of things he scavenged from the beach, but finding that little touchstone to the real, tangible, solid world was doing wonders for his headspace.
Prizes!
You found some zen? Come get your prize.
Talk to Emma
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