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<blockquote data-quote="CanadienneBacon" data-source="post: 6743426" data-attributes="member: 11146">Upstairs in the kitchen, Keihn thanked T-dawg for the veggie omelette.&nbsp; &quot;Delicious.&quot;&nbsp; He tucked into his food.&nbsp; When J.R. queried whether Keihn was the new babysitter, Keihn looked up, surprised.&nbsp; &quot;No.&nbsp; Just escorting the Professor, J.R.&quot;&nbsp; Some seconds later, it occurred to J.R. that no introduction had occurred, yet Keihn knew his first name.[hr][/hr]Downstairs, the overhead fluorescent lighting flickered.&nbsp; A beat later, there was a fizz and two pops, the first louder than the second.&nbsp; The lights dimmed to brown, then flared brightly before settling into their normal steady light.&nbsp; Bukowski quirked at eyebrow at Cyril for several seconds, but said nothing out loud.&nbsp; [sblock=Cyril]Bukowski's voice sounds loud and clear in Cyril's head, &quot;It's a thrall.&nbsp; They're attracted to telepaths.&nbsp; Like you.&quot;[/sblock]The Professor pushed a metal container of acid into Otter's hands.&nbsp; &quot;Reckon you might could use that sometime.&nbsp; Careful, though.&nbsp; As you've discovered, it eats through damn near anything, including exposed tissue.&quot;&nbsp; He paused, sighed, then continued.&nbsp; &quot;It's not &quot;normal,&quot; no.&nbsp; At least, it's not an octopus that swims in the sea.&nbsp; But it's not an interface, at least I don't think it's an interface.&quot;&nbsp; Bukowski fished out a business card with the Indiana University insignia in the upper left corner.&nbsp; The card bore his name, Charles Bukowski.&nbsp; It also said SETI under his title, which was Professor of Astrobiology. [ooc]I'll say a bit more about the stats for the thrall acid,&nbsp; [MENTION=4936]Shayuri[/MENTION], later today.[/ooc]</blockquote>

[QUOTE="CanadienneBacon, post: 6743426, member: 11146"] Upstairs in the kitchen, Keihn thanked T-dawg for the veggie omelette. [color=red]"Delicious."[/color] He tucked into his food. When J.R. queried whether Keihn was the new babysitter, Keihn looked up, surprised. [color=red]"No. Just escorting the Professor, J.R."[/color] Some seconds later, it occurred to J.R. that no introduction had occurred, yet Keihn knew his first name. [hr][/hr] Downstairs, the overhead fluorescent lighting flickered. A beat later, there was a fizz and two pops, the first louder than the second. The lights dimmed to brown, then flared brightly before settling into their normal steady light. Bukowski quirked at eyebrow at Cyril for several seconds, but said nothing out loud. [sblock=Cyril]Bukowski's voice sounds loud and clear in Cyril's head, [I][color=red]"It's a thrall. They're attracted to telepaths. Like you."[/color][/I][/sblock] The Professor pushed a metal container of acid into Otter's hands. [color=red]"Reckon you might could use that sometime. Careful, though. As you've discovered, it eats through damn near anything, including exposed tissue."[/color] He paused, sighed, then continued. [color=red]"It's not "normal," no. At least, it's not an octopus that swims in the sea. But it's not an interface, at least I don't [I]think[/I] it's an interface."[/color] Bukowski fished out a business card with the Indiana University insignia in the upper left corner. The card bore his name, Charles Bukowski. It also said SETI under his title, which was Professor of Astrobiology. [ooc]I'll say a bit more about the stats for the thrall acid, [MENTION=4936]Shayuri[/MENTION], later today.[/ooc] [/QUOTE]

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