bakerstreet | Forced Telepathic Bond Meme: I'm With Stupid

Telepathy. The ability to hear the thoughts of others and pry into other minds. Suddenly, you have it. Or maybe you always had it.

And now you're connected, for better or worse, to another person, for who knows how long. You can feel their thoughts and, more alarmingly, they can hear yours. You share dreams, you can feel them there constantly, you their joy and their grief.

INSTRUCTIONS;

1.] Post with your character name, canon, and any preferences you may have.

2.] Try not to leave just a blank comment. Maybe write a little scenario about what your character is thinking or feeling, something their partner can pick up.

3.] Whoever tags you now shares a telepathic bond with your character.

4.] When tagging, you may roll 1-5 Extent and for How on the RNG if needed.

EXTENT OF TELEPATHY;

1. Sudden Onset Limited. It's a bond limited to exclusively you and your partner.

2. Sudden Onset Unlimited. You and/or your partner can hear the thoughts of others, but it's largely uncontrollable. And you retain a special bond with your partner that you can't block off.

3.] Experienced Limited. You've had your bond for a little while now, and have some experience with controlling it. Limited between you and partner.

4.] Experienced Unlimited w/o Partner. You've had telepathy for a while, but having a bond with your partner is new and confusing.

5.] Experienced Unlimited Partners You and your partner are pretty used to this, and either you, or both of you, can use telepathy on other people.

HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?

1. Genetic. Baby, you were born this way. Maybe you didn't know it because it was a recessive trait and only appeared at a certain age. Maybe it's a mutation. Your partner shares this genetic trait and, by proximity, you've been bonded.

2. Government. Generic "The government is responsible!" Either you consented or you did not, but you've been partnered by an act of your government... or someone else's.

3. Experiment. You started trying to just bend spoons and... whoops! It was an experiment. Either you planned it or an enemy/evil scientist is responsible!

4. Through Strife/Friendship. You got really close, whether by sharing a hardship/trauma or just being together and getting on.

5. Really Intense Sex. Smut option. Guess it was so mind-blowing that you literally connected minds.

idea from

guiltapalooza
meme by

terrabelle

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Now, is that any way to address old friends? No 'hello?' No 'long time, no see -- except thankfully I can see since you decided not to remove my eyes from their sockets?' Topher... we're hurt.

[ Alpha's attempt at looking upset really only comes out mocking and condescending. It probably wasn't any real attempt at all, though, if that's any consolation.

He reaches out idly to pull one of the wires from Topher's precious forehead, gingerly checking for scorch marks or anything residual. Alpha slips into something a little more doctorly to check vitals. ]

And how are you feeling? Any aches and pains I should know about? Any tingling sensations? Your anterior spinal artery doesn't feel ready to implode on itself, does it?

[The sound Topher makes is equal parts squeak and terrified laugh, and something that might be a vague choking sound like someone possibly resisting the urge to throw up, because things he definitely didn't want to remember- Alpha's handler getting his eyes thumbed out of their sockets.]

Maybe if you'd gone with a slightly different decor. Like something in a nice beige. [It's that point when the fear is so overwhelming that being smarmy is about the only thing he has to him, but it doesn't sound convincing in the slightest.

At the questions, he just stares at the ceiling, suddenly panicked that he has no idea what just happened and animal hindbrain takes over all logic and reason and understanding and comprehending and the general brain system check that would answer all pressing questions is overrode by something primal and animal in him yelling THERE IS NO GOD. IT'S ALL OVER. EVERYTHING IS HORRIBLE AND YOU'RE GOING TO DIE. ALTERNATELY THIS ISN'T EVEN YOUR BODY.] What did you do? [He strains a bit trying to get a better look at his own legs.] I swear Alpha, if this isn't my body, I'm gonna-

[He swallows and then grits his teeth, because there are reasons why threatening Alpha isn't a good idea and one of them is that Alpha has thumbs and he has eye sockets.]

-scream like a girl, honestly, but it will be very annoyed screaming.

Edited (A MILLION AND A HALF EDITS LATER, I THINK I FOUND ALL THE DUMB TYPOS. Way to not proofread.) 2012-12-11 06:26 (UTC)

Funny. The decorator in my mind seems to think something in mauve would be better.

[ He can feel the panic. The first sign that the experiment was successful -- after all, this is just the next step up from a remote wipe, isn't it? Telepathy. Alpha slowly circles Topher like a hawk, only swooping down once he reaches the back of the chair -- pressing his palms flat on either side of the boy genius's head and hovering over him.

Personal space is overrated. ]

There will be plenty of time for you to scream -- in agony -- in fear -- in lust -- Okay I think I speak for 35 of us when I say, disgusting.

[ He shakes his head to briefly throw back the various personalities. Amusement drains from his face, hardening into annoyance. Annoyance at Topher or at the various voices chattering away in his mind, who knew. ]

-- you've been left in your pathetic body.

[ He backs up, moving toward his various machines -- tapping away onto old school keyboards. ]

I wouldn't really have use for you if you weren't.

[Every now and then, Topher has to stop and wonder about Alpha's imprints. After awhile, intakes become a blur, but then you stop and wonder, okay really who asks for a schizophrenic? But that's neither here nor there.

Despite tensing at the touch and nearly going into all out hyperventilation, Topher focuses up, concentrates on breathing in and out and thinking, except the thinking is a bit difficult because there's something in his head that probably shouldn't be there and he scrunches his face a bit, trying to shake it out. Those were not his emotions, excuse you.]

Then can I reiterate the what did you do part? [He lets his head drop back against the back of the chair.] God, my head.

Edited 2012-12-12 19:08 (UTC)

Topher, really, you're spoiling the fun. Aren't you supposed to be the genius, the creator, the all-mighty, all-powerful god? The man behind the gray-matter curtain? I'm disappointed you haven't come to the conclusion yourself.

[ He becomes smug, the corner of his lip pulling upward for a cruel smirk. ]

Or is it that the created has surpassed the creator? [ He tongues the tip of his teeth, enjoying the taste of those words -- being able to gloat and prove just how much he has ascended. ]

Fine, fine, fine. I'll give you a hint. [ Alpha leans back against the wall, folding his arms over his chest and studying Topher with consideration -- or perhaps more cat-like; a predator watching prey. ]

Imagine you are a synapse -- a single synapse lost in the sea of many synapses. Only now, you are connected to a network.

I'm sorry, Alpha, I have a headache. [His tone is drier than sandpaper and this time he doesn't have the decency to cringe and look apologetic. Alpha all but said he had no real intentions of killing him... Did he say that? Or does he just know that? What's going on in his brain right now?] It's the trauma. It's making me significantly less fun.

[Topher's bitching, however, gets cut down to size by Alpha's delight at that statement. It's not true, even if Topher's always been impressed by how far ahead Alpha was. He'd never admit that, however. Or admit that he was simultaneously annoyed and proud by it. He'd be prouder if Alpha wasn't such a psychopath.

...And then it clicks.] Ohhh no. You didn't. Tell me you didn't. That's not- [It occurs to him that he's still a little tied up at the moment, but that doesn't stop him from trying to throw his entire body into his mixture of shock/awe/horror.] I mean, it is feasible, but actually going through with it...

[And then it occurs to him that this isn't two geniuses talking about a monkey in a lab. He's the monkey. His eyes go wide as he processes what the extra feedback in his head actually is.] You sick son of a- [He bites off the curse before he can actually say it, preferring to just stare open-mouthed.]

Forced Telepathic Bond Meme: I'm With Stupid

Excelleeeent. /steeples fingers

also you are a beautiful soul. it's like christmas is early

sdklfjs I feel the same! ;A; I love Topher and you are amazing for playing him!

WELL. I feel the same way about you and playing Alpha. So wheeee. :D

;A; sorry for my late. Work was killing me with over time.

IT'S OKAY. I am Fry's dog waiting for tags forever. ;;