[Molly] Precognition flows like a River

[purplerhino]

Molly  was sitting on her own bed, trying to get the constant input under control.  The walk back to the bunker had allowed her to acclimate to it a bit slower, not just suddenly assaulted.  Although the novelty of touching steel had been a thrill, it had faded really quickly.

And the fact that she could FEEL  Jack and Ripley going at it like

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[purplerhino]

Molly was feeling very insecure as she shoved two Wraith pistons and three handguns with four boxes of ammo into a pillow case. The instinctive fear of the iron of the vault, and the metal of the guns was twisting her gut as much as the constant pressure of thoughts and voices she had to fight to keep her own individuality from fading.

She was dragging the pillow case out of the vault when she was literally knocked over by the sudden wave of absolute terror, overwhelming pain, and and mental anguish. She dropped the case and scrambled backwards on her ass, her hands and feet carrying her into a corner.

"Oh Daana... oh Daana." Tears were streaming down her face and she bit back the sour acid of bile. "Oh Daana..."

[purplerhino]

Pull yourself together. Molly stopped pulling at her...River's hair. She had to pull herself together. Shannon/Charlie was dead. It was horrible. She had all the thoughts and minds flooding her. Except the Doctor's. He was there, but not his thoughts. He was in Daniel... but he was so used to maintaining a tight shield, that he did it even in another body

OOC

[tweets]

Would you mind if Miho joins this post?

Re: OOC

[purplerhino]

Go for it. It's pretty much open.

[Miho]

[tweets]

Miho had left Kenzaki to help House and slipped away quietly. She wanted to learn more of this strange place, but her senses still seemed muted. She was sure that Kenzaki's body was more than human, but even with that knowledge she felt weaker, more useless.

Sighing softly, she ruffled her hand through Kenzaki's short hair, but it was then that she heard a miserable voice muttering and whispering. Faint though it was, she couldn't just ignore it. She turned away from the crowds gathering in the canteen and approached the voice.

The sight that reached her was of a young, thin girl, rocking back and forth on her bed, with several packed pillow cases beside her.

Miho watched for a few seconds, then as she realised that the girl was crying, she stepped forward and knelt. "It won't do any good to ask if you're OK, but can I help somehow?" she asked, well aware that her voice didn't sound feminine at all, in fact since she currently inhabited a man's body it was amusing to hear that even the inflections didn't sound like her own.