Voicetesting, looking at thewake

[falling_awake]

 Don't like games. People speak with voice. Not minds. Makes it harder on me. Harder to fit in, to talk.

[She looks away, not making eye contact with anyone, letting her eyes roam over the world, appreciating the moldability of headspace. The world is still not as it should be for her. She tilts her head, breathing in deeply.]

People think I'm dumb. Then I read minds. They think I'm creepy. Games are bad. Games have people. I have work to do. Work is more important. Work keeps world Green. Not Indigo. Too much Indigo breaks people.

...other people. Not me. [She sighs, her shoulders slumping. Despondence creeps into her tired voice.] I miss home. Please send me home.

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[psimera]

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Mundanes don't seem to care about whether you have a job to do or not. Otherwise I wouldn't be here myself.

[And now for the reason he's interested!]
...you can speak with your mind? Telepathy? [He's - pretty sure telepathy is tied in with PSI, in that some people can understand animals where he's from...]

[falling_awake]

Muns are all like that?

[She focuses, nodding, and lets him hear her mind's voice.] I can. Can you? It's so much easier to make thought make sense like this.

[psimera]

To my experience. I have seen some people happy with their mundanes, but very few.

[He definitely hears you! There's a small jerk as it connects, and he - well, he doesn't look confused, so he probably can understand, too. When he tentatively tries to respond, though, there's a weird mechanical undercurrent in his mind, and what that comes out is -] 9aeKLbVbYyRpughu0a8o Voim5Qxpwx AaeQVhaa8ThdCym851qvlU8WvxVnEh

[There's a distinct questioning tone to it, but that's about the only thing that makes sense.]

[falling_awake]

...reminds me of home. Are you Indigo too?

[psimera]

[He tries to return telepathy one more time, first.] t1AycOROn0zWJ2U 3tbyz [But it seems he can tell it's not coming out the way he wants it to, even if it... is working, technically, and he drops it, with a distinct air of frustration.]

[Indigo? A colour, by context probably some sort of classification.] ...
I don't know what Indigo would refer to, but it is possible. I am a chimera and a PSI user, if it's either of those. [Probably the latter, since that's what telepathy is connected to.]

[falling_awake]

The mess. Like the noise back home. Familiar. But not words.

Indigo is a place. Places. Where people like me come from. [She clearly has issues speaking out loud correctly; it takes concentrated effort to push the words out in the right order. She seems proud of herself for being able to speak so well for once.]

[psimera]

...
I think my programming might be interfering with the formation of words. [Or just the computer's way of sending signals in general. Which is - well, he'll deal. He doesn't really need to talk in telepathy back home.]

[Meanwhile, this person seems to be having the opposite problem, if not as severe. Telepathy, but speech is hard.] My home is the Nowhere Islands. It has people able to use telepathy in abundance, I believe. [Not that they ever really use it for anything but hearing what animals are trying to say.]

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I don't mind if you keep talking to me that way, if it's easier for you. I can understand.

[cheesemaster]

[Hm. She seems intriging enough.]

It's quite unfortunate when mundanes simply just do not listen, but they too have their own agenda to keep us preoccupied. I can sympathize in regards to a mun "taking me" away from my work.

But...you stated you have telepathy dear?