They're coming to take me away, ha-ha...

[RangerShade]

Death blinks and grabs one of the uniforms from the dresser.

"Yes?"

[Brian]

You're already dressed.  The door opens, after you say yes, and you see a doctor and two S.W.A.T. armored guards behind him.  This doctor's a woman, short, with dark hair in a severe, tight bun. "Good morning, Mr. Fujinaka, how are you doing today?"

Without waiting for you to reply, she nods, and says, "Good, good, good," in a voice devoid of sympathy.  "Now, since you're awake, and you look like you're feeling energized, we're going to give you some quick tests to make sure you're okay."  She looks up from her clipboard at this, and smiles.  It's a thin, tight smile that speaks of formality, and nothing else.  "Let's come along now, shall we?"

[Bjorn]

Okay.  Sometimes when I think of fire, it works, sometimes it doesn't -- but it never does anything.  But what if I'm a little wrong about the nature of the trigger?

So Bjorn continues to focus on the metal sphere, but this time not thinking about fire, per se, as much as about Ashnod, and the moment where Ashnod lashed out with his pyrokinesis, and what it felt like as the sheets of flame swept across him....

[Brian]

The bracelet emits a low hum, and the brightness of the glow intensifies greatly, shedding blue light across the room.  Dr. Richmond smiles triumphantly.  "See?" he mumbles to himself, scribbling on his PDA.  "No D-series testing required."

[Bjorn]

Great.  Wonderful.  Now, the question is:  can I do anything with this?

Tenatatively, Bjorn focuses even more on Ashnod, himself, along with a feeling of trying to reach out towards him -- but ready to stop at any time if it looks like whatever reaction is going on is about to get out of hand.

[Brian]

When your thoughts fade from the actual attack itself, the glow diminishes, as well.

[Bjorn]

Okay.  So Ashnod himself isn't the trigger.  But if it's the attack... maybe it's just any attack?

Bjorn tries to focus on another time that metahuman powers have been used on him.  This turns out to be tricky, because, well, they haven't been used on him all that often.   Eventually, he settles on the feeling of Megan reaching out for telepathic contact during the time that he was learning to lower his defenses -- the only time he "felt" telepathy without actively permitting it.

[Brian]

The glow fades quickly.  But having accustomed yourself to looking for other messages scrawled on your mental blackboards, it gives you (inwardly, at least), the sensation of turning the blackboards away, so that only you can write on them.

[Bjorn]

Huh.  Bjorn stalls for some time by setting the lump of iron aside and putting a block of wood before himself, frowning at it.  Okay.  If that means what I think it means, then the bracelet doesn't do anything I hadn't guessed at already.  Now, here's a good question...

Bjorn conjures the mental image of sticking his arm into a blazing hot campfire.

[Brian]

The bracelet seems not to have any reaction at all to this mental image.

[Bjorn]

More or less what I thought.  Good thing I didn't let Peterson lock me in the vault.

Two things left to check.  One is that if the bracelet is glowing, I've got some sort of 'power-shield' up.  The second is whether if when the shield is up, it'll block non-metahuman stuff too.  Kinda doubt it.  Can't test either right now, and don't really want to try testing the second.  Either way...

Bjorn lets himself slump, and sigh.  "Wow.  I'm really, really tired all of a sudden.  Are we done here?"

[Brian]

"Hm?" Dr. Richmond seems surprised.  "Well, we've not really..." he trails off, frowning.  "I suppose so," he says after a moment."

The guards watch you warily, and escort you back to the playroom.  Megan is nowhere in sight, and you see another doctor (female) leading someone you don't recognize out of the room as you come in.

[Bjorn]

Okay.  As previously established, I'm resistant to telepathy.  Either I'm also resistant to other forms of power as well, or I have a Bracelet of Ashnod Protection +3, +5 In The Snow.  Mikey can punch through walls.  Bridgett might be able to make herself bullet-proof, but that leaves the rest of us, and the whole "tranquilizing gas" bit.  Not to mention trying to protect everyone else from the Section 3 metas.

Irritably, he pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose again.  Think harder.  I must be missing something...

[Brian]

As you look about the room, you realize that for whatever reason, you are the only person there who's actually wearing spectacles.  Well, Dr. Peterson, of course, but who cares about him?

Lazarus waves at you from near Mikey.

[Bjorn]

Bjorn gets up and heads over towards Lazarus.  Great.  Every other metahuman gets perfect goddamn eyesight.  I get glow-in-the-dark accessories.  "Hello, Lazarus, Mikey.  How're you doing?"