Forced Telepathic Bond Meme: I'm With Stupid

[enabling]

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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let's be real, this is a brand new thing for father and son :c

[captain_jtkirk]

[You are supposed to be dead. Jim knows that it's not an exaggeration when people tell him he looks like his father, just like he knows that said father died right after he was born. So it's not possible that he's sitting in a booth across the room, and it's not possible that Jim is simply looking in a mirror.

There's just, some guy that looks like the old holos he stole from his mom's room as a kid. And that happens. Sometimes that happens. That's not weird. There's no reason to approach--oh well, he's doing it anyway. Jim's standing in front of the man's booth before he can really say he thought about it, trying his best not to stare because up close, he looks even more like his dad.]

Hi. [And in his head, he adds, even with an ironic tone: you look like my dead father.]

1/4. It really is :<

[daddykirk]

[He knew he was supposed to be dead. But how was he alive? That was the puzzle and it was freaking him out the more and more he thought about it. Like, seriously, really? He was alive and he remembered things. If that wasn’t as trippy as about to meet your son who you didn’t know was your son, well, regardless; he was in for a hell of a night. George was just finishing off his drink in a few more gulps when he was approached, clearing his throat with a sigh as he looked up to the blond for a fleeting moment.]

Hey. [Every vibe he gave off read he didn’t want to be bothered but then he chuckled, a wide grin growing across his face. That thought sounded nearly as clear as day to him.] Look I appreciate the, uh, thought? But that’s gotta be the worst line and I—

[George stilled, staring at his empty glass while he pondered those words. They were a little fuzzy, weren’t they? Those weren’t spoken. His brow crinkled before he slowly looked back to his guest, blue eyes going a little wider. He looks like me. I look, I used to look, like… him. Kind of.] Uhm. [Words, George. Don’t be creepy.] Hi. You... you can have a seat, if you like.

[captain_jtkirk]

[So much for not staring. And man, if he was ever did use that as a pickup line, he'd have to take a seriously hard look at his life.

Kirk looks down at his drink. Did I just... hear voices? He didn't feel weird, maybe a little buzzed but not drunk enough to be hallucinating.]

Thanks. [The captain slides into the booth across from him, trying not to look directly at this guy, because he'd definitely just stare. And be the really creepy one here.]

I'm Jim.

[daddykirk]

[The baffled look on his face certainly didn't lave when he heard this kid's voice again, talking about voices but not moving his mouth. Now George was starting to wonder if all the drinks he had were starting to catch up on him. Being gone for so long'll do that, I guess. But he was drinking strong liquor, how was he not on the floor?

He nodded, watching as the other sat. Okay, the staring is a little weird. Then he was shaking his head with a small sigh and closed eyes upon the realization; Not like I'm doing the same. Though once he was being introduced, earning himself another look at the name, he reached out his hand in goodwill.]

George. Is there something I can help you with, Jim? [Nearly stammering over the name, still taking in the great likeness this apparent stranger has to him, he's able to fight if off with a prolonged blink to get through it. Calm down, everybody's got that name. ...Alright, a lot of people have that name, it's a good name.]

[captain_jtkirk]

[Kirk is willing to look past the fact that he might be having a mental break and hearing voices because he just called himself George. That can't be a coincidence. There's millions of people named George and he's willing to admit that his face is not altogether extremely unique.

But this is too much. Definitely having a mental breakdown.

Jim ignores the hand offered to him, in favor of rubbing his forehead.]

... I honestly don't know if you can.

[daddykirk]

[There was no fighting the nagging feeling in his gut, something about this kid... it wasn't right. Or, it was right and he didn't know which made it feel... wrong. The thought was annoying and it was giving him a bit of a headache, along with the fact he was stil hearing voices too and that mental breakdown deal didn't sound so bad to be honest. He was more than half way there anyway.

George took his hand back with a clearing of his throat.] All I can do is try. Gotta give me the opportunity though. This bar doesn't need two guys having a mental break now, especially not such a... powerful telekinetic. [He tried a chuckle to break the ever growing tension.] I promise, whatever you tell me? Nobody else will hear it.

[captain_jtkirk]

[Jim gave him a curious look for that. Was this guy experiencing it too? It, being a general term for losing his mind. He's sure that George is not hearing things and seeing his dead father, that has to be his own special brand of crazy. Maybe his drink was spiked.

No one will know because you're not real.]

My dad's name was George. And you look a lot like him.

[daddykirk]

[That assumption was only half wrong because he'd still getting tingles from hearing words not coming out of mouthes. That curious look is met with one that's a little more confused.] You're a telekinetic, right? You've gotta be because I know I'm not...

[Those words dug deep at him, his mind going blank as he sat wide-eyed and mouth ajar. The thought echoed in his head until he could have sworn his heart was torn in two and his stomach in his boots. He was real. ...Right? ] Well I, uh. [All too soon words were hard to come by as he did little things, fingers tapping on his glass for one, to make sure he was in fact real; to keep him from breaking completely while memories replayed.] I did have a son. ... Awhile ago.

[That felt like the understatement of the year.]

Never met him though. Didn't get a chance. His name was Jim too.[George looked over to the young man, trying to read something from him. Anything, really.] Your last name wouldn't happen to be Kirk, would it? [Though the way he asked made it seem like he already knew the answer.]

[captain_jtkirk]

I'm not--[The words die in his throat. I did have a son... his name was Jim too. Holy hell.

Kirk exhaled sharply, like he'd forgotten how to breathe and the build of carbon monoxide became too much to handle. Oh God. This couldn't be happening. It was, as Spock would say, illogical.]

... it is. James Tiberius Kirk. [He swallowed hard.] Are you really real?

[daddykirk]

[His anxiety shot through the roof when Jim froze. All at once it did but didn't answer him. Was if he wasn't real? What if I am dead still? What if... I'm just. Imagining all of this. That particular thought made him swallow the lump in his throat hard; why would he do this to himself? George was about to ask the kid if he was alright, but when he finally started to move, Jim spoke up again

And then all at once he ached, a weak smile donning his lips while his eyes welled up. A frail chuckle escaped him before he dropped his head and shook it, his free hand eventually moving to wipe at his eyes.] Tiberius. I can't believe she actually named you Tiberius. I told her... [He scoffed, looking back up to Jim, grinning.]

Well, you're talking to me. The waitress who keeps bringing me Scotch seems to think I'm real. So I'd have to say I am. [George took a slow breath in, shaking his head.] Look, I don't know how, or why. I'm just as surprised as you; confused. But it's worth it now.

[captain_jtkirk]

[If anything, when George mentions his mother, that's when it really hits home. This is his father. This is his dead father. And he has a point, the waitress seems to have acknowledged the both of them, so that's... somewhat comforting. It doesn't explain how this is possible.

Jim is back to staring, hasn't really stopped doing it honestly, but it's got more of an aspect of trying to take in every detail that he can.]

So, you're my father. [How many times has he wished to say that, how much did it hurt to know that because of Nero, he never got to meet his father. Too many, too much to put it into words. He wants to cry and punch him at the same time.]