Stone Men In Water Street

[Bjorn]

Frowning slightly and staring off into space (note to self: learn to be subtler about this stuff), Bjorn first hardens his mindboard into diamond, and then tries to bring the Dracos-smudge back into focus.

[Brian]

It takes serious concentration, but you manage to do so.  You're reasonably sure that if you try and send a message, he'll pick it up.

[Bjorn]

(Some telepathy posts happening in Ordinary Days.)

[Bjorn]

Coming back to focus entirely on his surroundings, Bjorn ambles over towards Nathan.  Standing on one side, just inside Nathan's periphial vision, he waits, arms crossed, for acknowledgement.  After listening to several minutes worth of lectures on the inner functionings of the uplink, however, he shrugs, and quietly sits down at the laptop to commandeer Rez' Hotmail account.

[Rezantis]

Rez does take a second to glance over at the email Bjorn is writing.

And so it is that he taps Bjorn on the shoulder just after Bjorn has sent the email with a suggestion: "Cookies are much better than olives, they just didn't have those back in Delphi."

[Bjorn]

"It says here she wants gifts of bronze," Bjorn points out, as he taps out a reply.  "I could cut off your hand and find out if she thinks that's close enough."

Finishing up, he turns to Nathan.  "So.  You might want to go talk to Lazarus.  The bracelet may well have given you some powers."  Bjorn half-smiles.  "It seems it was messing up mine quite a bit.  Among the things that it was doing was hiding the fact that I can connect minds, much the same way as Lazarus.  Not telepathy -- can't read minds, but I can talk to people mentally, and probably let them talk to others through me.

"Did you read those emails?"

[Rezantis]

"Nifty. I will, once I'm done here.  And it's gold, not bronze.  Neener-neener-nyah.  Are you -sure- we can't just offer some cookies to the priesthood?"

Rez hums.

"Oh, and yes. My over-the-shoulder-fu is strong."

[Bjorn]

"Sure," says Bjorn.  "I'm the priesthood, and I'd like some cookies.

"Anyways," he stretches, standing up from the laptop, "emails pretty much summed it up, except I left out the bit about Drac thinking that Paul is an idiot, more or less.  I'll get in touch with them in a bit, let 'em know what Relm said."  Bjorn pauses, scratching his jaw.  "I'm pretty sure I can connect more than one person.  You want in on the chat when I do it?"

[Rezantis]

"Make a note, Mr Christianson. Cookies for the priesthood. And sure, I guess."

Rez goes back to winding up his explanation of the-stuff-he-hopes-they-know.

[Bjorn]

Letting Nathan get back to his business, Bjorn looks around New Delphi, looking to see if there's anything he can do.

[Brian]

Unless you can fabricate raw equipment, probably not much they've already got under control.  It's probably lucky for them that it's warmer here, given their somewhat small supply of clothing and decent housing....

[Bjorn]

The weather... Bjorn frowns, staring up at the sky, and then (when it's available), heads over to the laptop to look up today's weather reports for the state of Alabama.

[Brian]

Today's Alabama is: Cold.  Very cold.

About five degrees above freezing cold.

The weather map shows heavy rain across most of the southern state, clear of where you actually are.

[Bjorn]

Bjorn focusses on the Lazarus-smudge.  Lazarus, is there anyone here who can control the weather, or something like that?

[Brian]

The weather? he sends, and you sense his curiosity.  No.  None of us are from this area, though ... is the weather strange?