Basement: Sometime Sunday morning.

[medusae-x.livejournal.com]

Duce strolled quickly down the stairs to the basement, kicking an idle gremlin or two out of her way. She felt awful - she'd meant to come downstairs and keep Oz company during his laying-in, but had gotten so caught up in her conversation with Red that she didn't get back to campus.

"Hey Oz, are you.." her voice trailed off as she surveyed the ruins of the wall. Her face paled as she rounded the corner and saw the full extent of the damage and the meaning of the damage filtered into her brain.

Ignoring little things like common sense and personal safety, she ran forward, looking for .. bodies, blood, anything. "Oz! OZ! Are you in here? FUCK, man! WAKE UP!"

Finding him not at home was no comfort, considering it meant he'd been loose and was outside somewhere, probably with no clothes. Quickly snatching any boy-type clothing laying around, she turned and bolted back up the stairs, taking them two at a time.

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[courier-gavin.livejournal.com]

"That's true. Dad said they're doing very interesting things with the courier telepaths at the company these days." Jake nodded in agreement. "Don't think ms. Sidle would approve of me expermenting though. She didn't like it when I did the thing with the hand," he added, still confused by the teacher's reaction. It would have been helpful, surely, to see the nerves and muscles in a working hand?

[addams-daughter.livejournal.com]

"I didn't see that." Wednesday was definitely looking interested now. "Telepaths? I don't think I've ever met a real telepath. Grandmother can tell what you're thinking, but she uses other methods."

[courier-gavin.livejournal.com]

"Low-level ones are common as muck where I'm from," Jake dismissed. "They aren't supposed to be, I think. But they are." He looked towards where possible-gardener person had pointed. "...Does that mean you're going back to the manor? Because if you are, I'm just going to... head thataway."