Tommy laughed from Molly's "Let's hear it for the freaks!" He hoped that she didn't consider herself a freak. The half-elf was the picture of grace.
Mara had wondered aloud if she'd be a mean person if she was shielded from others' emotions. Although he'd just met the sensitive young woman, Tommy couldn't imagine Mara being mean, even in self-defense. "From what Tara and the Doctor have said, being shielded isn't an all-or-nothing thing. You've met Tara. She'd usually shielded to some degree to keep from being overwhelmed, and she's a sweetheart. Think of it as armor that you can reinforce or take off at will."
Suddenly Mara's eyes widened with panic. (Not again!) Tommy thought, worried. She stared in the direction of the infirmary, staring to get to her feet. Tommy laid one hand on her shoulder, hoping that the contact would ground her rather than further freak her out. "Mara, what is it?" He followed her line of sight and answered his own question. Quentin sprinted out of the infirmary like a man possessed. Tommy watched, dumbfounded.
OOC: Let's continue this over here (http://community.livejournal.com/crossing_lostrp/66715.html).
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[Tommy] Speaking of freaks... (tag Molly, Mara, open)
Date: 2006-05-10 01:14 pm (UTC)Mara had wondered aloud if she'd be a mean person if she was shielded from others' emotions. Although he'd just met the sensitive young woman, Tommy couldn't imagine Mara being mean, even in self-defense. "From what Tara and the Doctor have said, being shielded isn't an all-or-nothing thing. You've met Tara. She'd usually shielded to some degree to keep from being overwhelmed, and she's a sweetheart. Think of it as armor that you can reinforce or take off at will."
Suddenly Mara's eyes widened with panic. (Not again!) Tommy thought, worried. She stared in the direction of the infirmary, staring to get to her feet. Tommy laid one hand on her shoulder, hoping that the contact would ground her rather than further freak her out. "Mara, what is it?" He followed her line of sight and answered his own question. Quentin sprinted out of the infirmary like a man possessed. Tommy watched, dumbfounded.
OOC: Let's continue this over here (http://community.livejournal.com/crossing_lostrp/66715.html).