Something was wrong. It took Megabyte a few moments to recognize what was wrong, intent as he was on checking the seals on Dr. Pierson's still. The good doctor hadn't returned to camp with Jon, Tommy, Quentin and Rodney, deciding that for whatever reason he'd stay back with the survivors who decided they needed a "break" from camp. Yesterday, Megabyte siphoned off some of the alcohol and handed it over to ever so pleasant Dr. House to put into the medicinal stores – and wondered how it was that the man was even crabbier than he had been previously – today was simply a day for checking and monitoring.
The wrongness eventually caused him to look up and scrutinize the surrounding jungle, dropping his shields and reaching out with his awareness.
Ami. What was wrong was Ami. Her familiar always-on presence was gone, not hollow and void, but simply gone. He didn't panic; Megabyte forced himself to relax and reach further, examining the "place" where Ami's presence should have been and eventually, he didn't know how much longer later, he breathed a sigh of relief. There was not the hollow sucking void of emptiness, not the pulled apart and shoveled out blackness that would have been there if she'd been dead.
"And I would have *felt* that anyway," Megabyte muttered. He felt silly for his initial urge to panic, but still wasn't relaxed. Ami's presence was still there, an elusive thing like trying to catch a full look at something you could only glimpse out of the corner of one's eye. He couldn't lock onto her; each time he tried it was like trying to reach through an invisible forcefield. Megabyte could see what was on the other side but he bounced right off the wall.
Now the panic reared again, and it was considerably harder to push it back. Megabyte felt this before, this inability to connect, this fleeting and not quite there awareness, and the implications of it …
(Scott,) Megabyte thought. According to Ami she had some sort of mental connection with her lover, so there was a possibility that Scott could sense a bit more than Megabyte could.
He teleported as close to the beach as he dared, then broke free of the jungle. Megabyte noted the commotion as survivors took off into the jungle, but he was more interested in talking to Scott than he was to finding out what bit of uniqueness Craphole Island chose to grace them with today.
The man in question was kneeling in the sand, blood dripping from his nose, Jin leaning over him.
"Scott!" Megabyte skidded to a halt in front of the other man. He hated to be rude to Jin, but now wasn't the time for niceties. Clearly *something* had happened, and lacking other physical signs, Scott's nosebleed was caused by psychic trauma. The urge to panic was getting harder to resist. "Scott, something's happened to Ami."
"She's . . . gone." There was a frightening blank emptiness to Scott's voice that unsettled Megabyte more than a little.
"I know, she's . . ." Megabyte paused, not wanting to voice his suspicions, but finding no way around it. "She's cut off from me. Blocked, unnaturally. I can't focus on her at all. Can you?"
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[Megabyte] Sudden silence (tag Jin, Scott, open)
Date: 2006-06-24 02:04 pm (UTC)The wrongness eventually caused him to look up and scrutinize the surrounding jungle, dropping his shields and reaching out with his awareness.
Ami. What was wrong was Ami. Her familiar always-on presence was gone, not hollow and void, but simply gone. He didn't panic; Megabyte forced himself to relax and reach further, examining the "place" where Ami's presence should have been and eventually, he didn't know how much longer later, he breathed a sigh of relief. There was not the hollow sucking void of emptiness, not the pulled apart and shoveled out blackness that would have been there if she'd been dead.
"And I would have *felt* that anyway," Megabyte muttered. He felt silly for his initial urge to panic, but still wasn't relaxed. Ami's presence was still there, an elusive thing like trying to catch a full look at something you could only glimpse out of the corner of one's eye. He couldn't lock onto her; each time he tried it was like trying to reach through an invisible forcefield. Megabyte could see what was on the other side but he bounced right off the wall.
Now the panic reared again, and it was considerably harder to push it back. Megabyte felt this before, this inability to connect, this fleeting and not quite there awareness, and the implications of it …
(Scott,) Megabyte thought. According to Ami she had some sort of mental connection with her lover, so there was a possibility that Scott could sense a bit more than Megabyte could.
He teleported as close to the beach as he dared, then broke free of the jungle. Megabyte noted the commotion as survivors took off into the jungle, but he was more interested in talking to Scott than he was to finding out what bit of uniqueness Craphole Island chose to grace them with today.
The man in question was kneeling in the sand, blood dripping from his nose, Jin leaning over him.
"Scott!" Megabyte skidded to a halt in front of the other man. He hated to be rude to Jin, but now wasn't the time for niceties. Clearly *something* had happened, and lacking other physical signs, Scott's nosebleed was caused by psychic trauma. The urge to panic was getting harder to resist. "Scott, something's happened to Ami."
"She's . . . gone." There was a frightening blank emptiness to Scott's voice that unsettled Megabyte more than a little.
"I know, she's . . ." Megabyte paused, not wanting to voice his suspicions, but finding no way around it. "She's cut off from me. Blocked, unnaturally. I can't focus on her at all. Can you?"