INTRO LOG

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[[Exactly what it says on the tin! This is just an initial log to sort of get things started and is largely freeform, open to (but not limited to):

-Meetings before classes start
-First day business
-Dorm shenanigans meetings
-First classes in progress
-or whatever the heck else you want to do for beginning-of-term things!

There's a CR meme up now for some initial planning if you like, or feel free to just hop in here.]]

Comments

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[He's just been ignoring her so far, honestly-- she's not a disruption, doesn't look inclined to rat him out, and he could tell she was sleeping for the stretch of time where her thoughts went quiet. Now that they're back he can't help but overhear, and he's started to pay more attention to that odd thought pattern than he is to his own book, trying to sort of follow along and figure it out.

It's mostly the debate over whether those abrupt thoughts are important that starts to clue him in, and finally he can't just leave it alone anymore.]

Does that always happen that often?

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[ all the time. ] I'm sorry?

[ but she's slowly lowering the book and looking over at him, thinking he spoke up instead of catching it in her head. what's he talking about? why's he speaking up now? but then telepath in the room is suddenly one of those many little blips that makes complete sense and she already answered her question unintentionally. it clicks like a puzzle piece and then followed by concerned thoughts instead of panicked ones one might get about an invasion of privacy like having someone in your head. she doesn't care about that. she cares more about disturbing his privacy. oh god. he can hear her. he wants to be alone and quiet probably and she's here making lots of head noise. and oh no she's making lots of head noise worrying about making lots of head noise.

think nothing! ]

Is it bothering you? I can go...

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[Oh, jeez. That stream of concerned thoughts is met with definite sympathy-- he worries all the time about accidentally snooping on other people's thoughts when they don't want him to-- and more than a little appreciation; after all, very few people have ever thought about his end of it. It's kind of nice.]

No, no, don't-- you're fine, okay? Don't worry about it. I'm used to hearing 'em.

[Ryan gives her a small, hopefully reassuring smile.]

...sounds like you're used to getting things in your head too, right?

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All the time? You can't turn it off?

[ what a headache that must be

she smiles back at him, a bit uneasy but reassured she didn't disturb him too much. ]

It gets a little noisy in there, yeah.