[OPENING] mass visual telepathy log

[spellheal]

[Genette has provided everyone a portion of mirror, which they're free to do whatever they want to with it BUT the idea is that they introduce themselves to the telepathy network with a video feed, showcasing their face. Otherwise, the coven might just get an endless stream of grass, sand or hut wall.

If you're willing to commit to the exercise, here is your intro log for doing so! Hold up the mirror piece, introduce yourself and receive a broadcast from your fellow mages.

Because this is an open post, tag around like you would a typical log community post!]

Comments

[teratias]

[Waver is also the kind of person to rise to that kind of bait.]

Did you seriously just make up a new word to be rude?

[parodeity]

What a wildly worldist accusation, that I would make up a word just to be rude to someone. Just 'cause someone ain't from a world without proper covens don't mean they ought to go around bein' rude to people from worlds with the moonlight dancin' sort.

[teratias]

[There's a low level uuuuuuuuuurgh from Waver, and he nearly throws the damn mirror away from him. Whoever this Dave is, he's a smartass and Waver's an idiot for even saying something.]

Oh, just shut up!

[parodeity]

You're the one talkin' to me, man.

[teratias]

I'm trying to figure out how to turn it off, trust me!

[parodeity]

You just need to practice not thinkin' about pink rhinos.

[teratias]

Well forgive me for not being a genius at telepathy, because obviously you are!

[parodeity]

It's not genius. I've just had a lot of practice not thinkin' about certain things. You pick it up when you spend half your time in dreambubbles. My advice, though, is to chill the fuck out. It's harder to control your thoughts when you're mad.

[teratias]

I am not mad!

[Waver snaps that, and that is about the same time that he realizes that yes, yes he is. His short temper is shorter than usual, and he has the decency to look embarrassed about that fact, now that he's made an ass out of himself.]

[parodeity]

It's pretty much normal to be mad when you get whisked away to another world, I think.

[teratias]

[Hold on.

Did the whole thing just get dropped? This is whiplash. Waver's shoulders slump forward, and he seems to deflate entirely.]

Yeah, I guess. [That is also as close to an apology for snapping that Waver can manage.]

[parodeity]

[ dave switches topics easily, unless he latches on to one? so ]

The point is not thinkin' about pink rhinos is way easier when calm.

[teratias]

Calm, right. [Not a strength. But.] I'm going to actually try turning this thing off, okay?

[parodeity]

Sure. Talk to you later who...ever you are?

[ he never got a name... ]

[teratias]

Waver. You are--?

[parodeity]

Dave Strider.

[teratias]

Well, uh. Thanks, Dave.

[parodeity]

No problemo. I'll see you around, dude.