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The Attached Meme

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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We can't possibly know from which apartment it came from, unless it came from the roof.

[He looks around for that drain pipe. Seeing it, he sighs a little. The things that come up sometimes.]

[I could go up the pipe to the roof.]

That's not necessarily the case. I don't recall hearing a window closing. Do you?

[Edgeworth looks to see whether any of the windows in the immediate area above them are open.]

[As for the thought of climbing, that prompts an incredulous look.]

(Would that not be incredibly dangerous?!)

I didn't hear anything.

[He gives the other man a bit of an exasperated look.]

[There isn't much to worry about. Even if I fall, I won't be seriously injured. Well, I might be, but it will mend rather quickly.]

[For some reason, the images of a teenaged girl and a partly-burning building spring to Edgeworth's mind.]

Delusions of invincibility will get neither of us anywhere! If we're to investigate the roof, we should do so properly.

[And with that, Edgeworth starts for the door to the apartment building.]

Delusions?

[He lets out something of a humourless laugh and a memory of his own surfaces of a boy sinking his teeth into Natsuno's neck. Naturally this is accompanied with a sudden rush of fear at the memory, although he pushes it aside rather quickly.]

I can assure you I'm not delusional, but I have no qualms about doing it your way.

[Edgeworth shudders at Natsuno's memory -- not to mention the brief surge of emotion that accompanied it.]

(Does he actually believe such a thing happened?... That's ridiculous. He must be mistaken...)

[Edgeworth shakes his head, then opens the door and steps inside...]

[...only to stagger to one knee and clutch his head with one hand and his stomach with another.]

Nnggh... ugh, wh-what?...

[If only that was the case. When he staggers, the same ill feeling strikes him and Natsuno lets out a little groan.

He was fine to stay out there and wait, but he finds himself leaning against the side of the building in agony.]

[What happened? What did you do?]

Gnngh... I-I didn't do anything! (Except...ngh, this is preposterous, and yet...)

[Edgeworth crawls back outside, then toward Natsuno. Sure enough, once much of the distance is closed, the feelings of sickness and disorientation quickly fade away.]

(What just happened? Was it because I removed myself from the area where the liquid landed?... No, that can't be the case, or he wouldn't also have been affected. It's almost as though...)

[The headache is definitely not appreciated, but the fact it stops when he comes closer makes Natsuno frown.]

[A telepathic link and a proximity issue? Just what landed on us?]

[It's a few slow breaths as the sting leaves his head and he groans lightly.]

Honestly, what a thing to happen. We're going to have a problem then. At least one.

[Edgeworth carefully climbs to his feet.]

Verily. Apparently, this investigation is far more critical than we first realized.

(It's as though our minds have suddenly become both interconnected and interdependent -- but could a simple liquid possibly do such a thing simply by being splashed upon two people crossing paths, or are we missing the true catalyst?)

[If I were to guess, I would say we are missing something, something important. I'm not sure what the liquid does, or how it fits into everything but we can't at least deny what's happening here.]

[It's possible Edgeworth may feel his frustration on the matter. He takes a deep breath, then another before sighing.]

I should introduce myself if this is going to take some time. I am Natsuno Yuuki...or Koide. Whichever is fine.

(I don't want to believe this, and yet...)

[If Natsuno is frustrated, Edgeworth is deeply unsettled.

The introduction leaves Edgeworth blinking in bewilderment.]

(How am I supposed to retain formality under such conditions?)

Miles Edgeworth.

[Aside from it being a formality, I thought you might be curious as to what my name was. How do you wish to proceed? I'll begin by saying I cannot enter that building. Just one of the many problems I mentioned.]

A pleasure, Mr. Edgeworth.

[He crosses his arms over his stomach, leaning against the wall again. He's trying to think of some kind of solution. Anything they do has to be together, right?]

(I mean that it's more proper to refer to most people by their surname unless they request otherwise or fail to provide it.

There must be a fire escape... but I can't believe such a thing is necessary. If there were only time to simply learn the number one must dial to reach the landlord...)

[Outwardly, Edgeworth simply nods in response to Natsuno's spoken words.]

Edited (Errors) 2014-03-20 08:22 (UTC)

[He tilts his head a little, confused.]

[You're welcome to attempt it, but I cannot enter private property, at least not without being invited by someone who lives there. Unless this is your building of residence, we'll need to come up with something else. Or perhaps this investigation is a lost cause when we should be figuring out what this liquid we collected is.]

I wasn't suggesting you drop decorum or anything like that. Feel free to address me by my surname.

Edited (Oops, coding.) 2014-03-20 08:35 (UTC)

[The (Prove it,) that drifts through Edgeworth's head at Natsuno's claim of inability to enter private property without an invitation is reflexive. As the younger one goes on to suggest that the investigation might be a lost cause, the prosecutor bristles with deep offense.]

I refuse to accept that there is no way we can approach this investigation -- particularly not given the resources I have at my disposal.

[As he speaks, he pulls out his cellphone from another inner blazer pocket.]

(The detective may not be the ideal person for the job, but he'll have to suffice.)

[It is easy enough to prove. Natsuno pushes off the wall without comment and walks up to the door of the complex. Before he can get his hand on the door, he stops. Having found the barrier, he leans against it, leaving several inches between his body and the door. A somewhat effective trick.]

What kind of resources do you have at your disposal?

[Now that sounded interesting. A detective? Just who is this man?]

[Edgeworth stops just before dialing as Natsuno demonstrates the presence of an apparent barrier that he himself did not experience -- and he knows full well that no one put something transparent there in the interim. Under the circumstances, the prosecutor's brain breaking is probably quite perceptible. Sorry, Natsuno, it'll be a bit before your questions about him are answered.]

[He sighs a little bit and straightens up, leaning against a visible wall instead as he waits for him to regain his senses.]

[It's a good thing I didn't lead with, 'Hey I'm Natsuno and I'm a vampire'. Well, a Jinrou anyway.]

[Since it's daylight and all, it's probably best to qualify that. He'll try and quiet his thoughts for the moment, so Edgeworth can recover from what he knows is some very sane shock.]

[Edgeworth makes a few undignified choking noises before his mind finally processes things enough for it to register horror at the idea that there could somehow be such a thing as a vampire. As if the situation weren't nonsensical enough as is...]

This... this is a nightmare. That has to be the only rational explanation...

[...Oddly, while fear does seem to be registering, it's not actually directed at Natsuno himself.]

Not one of my worst, but yes. It certainly feels that way.

[You should try to calm down. I have no intention or inclination to hurt you. This other circumstance should worry you more than me. A strange directive, I know. I can only give you my word after all. You look like you need a cup of tea or something like that. Standing here isn't getting us anywhere.]

(It does seem as though you mean no harm, and yet the implications...)

[Vague glimpses of memories that clearly disturb the prosecutor crest the surface of his mind -- a murder trial with a vague case from the prosecution and a defense centered on an insanity plea, an article in which the police were accused of having relied on a spirit medium and falsified a case based on her accusation... fresher memories of another, different murder case, in which the victim is that same alleged spirit medium, centered around a mountain temple and the motive established for the killer relied on her not being a fraud... Edgeworth is quick to push these aside with memories of the former case finally being solved, however.

The last two thoughts on Natsuno's part only seem to frustrate Edgeworth.]

(Don't patronize me! I know full well that I can't afford to be so weak!)

[I'm not patronizing you. Realizing there are things like me in this world is...]

[He can't help but remember how he discovered it. The feeling that he's having a nightmare, unable to move on a futon on the floor. A girl with pink hair sliding out from under the bed upon which the boy who bit him is sleeping. She bares her fangs and bites him. When the spell breaks and he jumps to his feet to check on his friend, there's nothing there. He takes relief in the knowledge it's a nightmare, just a nightmare. He seems calmer with this knowledge until another memory surfaces, running up the stairs in the same house to his friend's room where his family has found him dead, puncture wounds on his neck.]

Edited (Ahaha, I fail. Sorry. :D) 2014-03-20 19:04 (UTC)

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Get on the Partner button, kid. ;)

Aw, but he likes to be a lone wolf!

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