The Attached Meme

[truthsnomiracle]

The Attached Meme


Inspired by the Star Trek: The Next Generation episode of the same name.

• Comment with your character, specifying name, canon, and gen/shipping/smut preferences, and/or tag someone else.
  
• You and the other person now have two problems. One, you're aware of each other's surface thoughts regardless of either of your wishes, and two, if you try to distance yourselves from each other you're struck with nausea and vertigo until you manage to get close again.
  
• Optionally, roll for or choose details:
  
  1. You've been captured by some hostile force and had devices surgically implanted into the backs of your necks in order to facilitate interrogation. The mental link between you and dependency on proximity are just side-effects. Can you escape under these conditions?
     
  2. You've been cursed by a spellcaster or supernatural being who wants you to "learn a lesson". Whether that's a real lesson about each other made possible by forced openness and time spent together or just the lesson of "don't mess with me" is an open question, and figuring it out may be key to having the curse broken...
     
  3. One of you has suddenly awakened to latent paranormal powers, or your existing powers are suddenly misbehaving -- perhaps due to unforeseen interaction with the other person's abilities, if they have them. Maybe you could solve this, or at least the part about having to stay near each other, if you could only gain control over your power...
     
  4. You were both willingly part of a scientific experiment, whether one of your own design or something you both volunteered for, and this... was not the result you signed up for. The mental link may or may not have been a known goal, but the involuntary aspect and the inability to separate aren't things either of you expected. Can science undo what it has done?
     
  5. You both came into contact with an unknown substance, whether by accident or simply because of mutual curiosity, and this was the result. Now if you're going to be able to have privacy relative to each other again, you're going to have to figure out what it is and why it had the effect on you it did in order to find a way to counteract it.
     
  6. Your choice, or something new!
  
  
• Have fun!

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[twohalvesatwar]

[ ooc | So touch-telepathy without the touching. Let's do this. ]

[iamthedarkness]

[ ooc: Perhaps a mind meld inspired by murderous rage has lasting consequences? ]


Khan had no idea where he was. He couldn't see clearly, or hear anything at all. Was somebody still discharging a kill-setting phaser into him? Maybe he had suffered some profound and permanent nerve damage. He must have fallen to the ground.

Wrong sidewalk.

There was the bare-fisted Vulcan, and the energy-weapon carrying human. What happened to them? Something about a "tribble" but that wasn't right, and didn't neurological damage cause acute nausea? Or maybe Mr. Spock actually had fed Khan his own spleen and it didn't agree with his stomach? That wouldn't explain why Khan's entire body felt like it had been crushed between two beds of nails. Maybe he was a scrap of neural tissue that hadn't yet figured out it was dead?

[diditin3]

((ooc: care for a Kirk?))

1 and hope this works?

[x_terminate]

Spock is lucky, in a way, that he was not exterminated on the spot once captured by the creatures known as the Daleks. The fact that he was an unknown humanoid species meant that he was instead sent to their laboratories for experimentation and categorization.

Possibly dissection.

But first they had to find a way of interrogating him and so far, all of the usual threats and methods had not had any effect. But there was an experimental neck implant that they had been working on...why not test it now since they had such a captive test subject?

The implant was inserted by a Dalek who had been part of it's development. But he had no idea that the implant was not going to have the desired effect on the Vulcan. It was intended to give Daleks control over another species by controlling their minds. Instead, it connected Spock to the Dalek operator performing the surgery.

Da-leks are the superior spe-cies. All other spec-ies are inferior. They will be exterminated.

The Dalek's thoughts were a continuous mantra of its species. Cold, calculating, unemotional. They all thought as one. And at the moment oblivious that it's thoughts could be overheard by another.

Misfit | DC Comics |OTA

[istotesbatgirl]

Urd | Ah My Goddess | OTA

[big_sis_admin]

Keiichi Maebara | Higurashi no Naku Koro ni | OTA

[saysthemagicword]

[ M/F for anything shippy. ]

dr jane foster | mcu

[skyn]

Calypso || Percy Jackson\ Heroes of Olympus || OTA

[havearaft]

Jemma Simmons | Agents of Shield

[catliver]

[cross-canon totally welcome.]

1

[secondtry]

"Not again." Mike groaned as he sat up, wincing, and fighting off flashbacks. The last thing he remembered was being pinned down yet again, a needle coming toward him, and now, just like before, he couldn't remember how much time had passed.

Instinct had him checking his ear, but the earwig was gone, just like his watch, and while he could feel the injection site and something at the back of his neck--

Goddamn it.

He shoved to stand up, looking around, and narrowed his eyes when he saw he wasn't alone in the dim cell. "Because they just have to go kidnapping everybody," Mike muttered under his breath and took the few steps between where he'd been and where his fellow captive was. A girl, he saw. Brown hair, generally dressed primly. This was going to make life interesting.

Crouching, he extended a gentle hand to her shoulder. "Hey. Hey, c'mon, wake up."

( 5. let me know if you'd prefer prose )

[busdriver]

[It started three days ago, with an 0-8-4. The object itself was cigar-shaped, metallic and ominous. It looked to May like a missile, and it lived up to her expectations by detonating, splattering everyone and everything in a decent radius with a clear viscous substance they couldn't then, and haven't now, identified. The telepathic connection manifested overnight, affecting the entire team in pairs: Fitz and Ward, Coulson and Skye, May and Simmons. They're following quarantine procedure on the Bus, until they get this figured out.

In recent hours, Simmons has probably learned more about the plane than she'll ever need to know. May's been thinking extensively and frequently about aircraft controls, flight instruments and avionics; strictly and deliberately controlling the direction of her thoughts. It probably isn't altogether flattering that she feels the need, but she's using the same techniques she would to resist interrogation. Paranoia is the wrong word for it, largely because she doesn't give that much indication of having anything to hide, but she's guarded.

This morning, she curbed a thought about the importance of protecting Coulson. It felt dutiful, probably wasn't suspicious; not an inordinate amount of concern to have for an old friend. With her it's sometimes impossible to draw a clear distinction between personal and professional. In case anyone's betting otherwise, she's got emotions. Her frustration is only natural for the situation. She's angry, too, but not about this. It isn't the type of anger that surges up in reaction, more like a vast undercurrent, something she holds as a constant. It's unclear how much of that is a lingering effect of the Berserker staff, and how much she's carried for longer.

Simmons stands the best chance of resolving this situation, and May doesn't want to be a distraction. She had some limited success quieting her thoughts with tai chi, earlier. It's a shame she can't do that all day. She's expending an awful lot of mental effort to keep her walls up, and that can't go on forever. She's been listening, too, to the inward process of Jemma's work, and although she doesn't understand most of what she overhears, she knows the answer to her question before she asks.]

Any progress?

Mike Traceur | Knight Rider '08 | OTA

[secondtry]

((Be prepared for a lot of angry surface thoughts.))

тнor odιnѕon ϟ мarvel cιneмaтιc υnιverѕe

[alwayshammered]

[possiblymad]

[How does some unwanted brotherly bonding time sound? I can start if you're up for these two.]

Minato Arisato | Persona 3 | OTA

[universalize]

Doctor Leonard McCoy | Star Trek TOS | OTA

[hes_deadjim]

[diditin3]

((ooc: I know, wrong time line, but do you have any objections?))

[gempath]

[ooc: couldn't pass this one up, what scenario should we try for?]

Kaede Ueda | original character | m/m pref, but open to all

[mapledreams]

{For character info and kinks, please see his journal. c: }}

Rolled 'cursed by spellcaster.' I'd prefer to keep the thread gen, though.

[ex_deathdrawn10]

It's unwarned. A searing flash of green light, a flood of nausea so swift Onyx barely restrains his lunch. He stands, and floor seeming to shift beneath him, and he steadies himself on the table. Quick look, no coin...waitress hasn't returned he can't leave.

...Yes. His jaw clenches. Yes he can. On the napkin he writes in pen, You've earned extra, then leaves the café with slow care he's loathe to afford. Outside, in this little town square, Onyx finds a bench and sits, hangs his head and rubs his temples, his sigh terse and heated.

'The impact's worn off a bit,' he thinks, 'but...may no one need die today.' A clench of fear, sudden tensing in body and mind alike. 'A meeting...I didn't check the calendar. That'd be worse--!'

Another lurch, hand automatically at his mouth. Just when he thought it was fading...

Miles Edgeworth | Ace Attorney | Gen only, please!

[truthsnomiracle]

[Not the worst day ever, but in the running for top ten...]

How about 5?

[reluctantjinrou]

[He isn't expecting it, who would be? Natsuno taking a walk and something splashing on him from overhead. Not just him, but another man who is coming from the opposite direction.

The first thing he does after pushing his hair out of his eyes is look up to see if he can spot the culprit. When he doesn't, he turns and glances at the other man.]

Are you alright?

[Whoever that was, I'm going to find them and break something. Natsuno seethes internally.]

Hawke | Dragon Age 2

[questionablewit]

 

General Onyx | Dragonball OC

[ex_deathdrawn10]

(Any roll OK, no smut please.)

ryuko matoi | kill la kill

[redstreak]

[f/f for ships, but i'm happy to play gen.]

[ironbuttmonkey]

(so what if they finally have that rematch nui interrupted and once their swords clash the meme kicks in because LIFE FIBERS

so basically 5 to some degree. uniform life fibers. senketsu life fibers. someone's personal collection of life fibers

life fibers.)