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Second floor common room, Sunday morning

Cecil hadn't slept this poorly in ages. Whatever it was in his head - and it sounded like a nervous cocktail party whispering all over - had kept waking him up. Finally, he gave up and stumbled out to the common room for some coffee and cereal.

And maybe some bad TV. He couldn't really concentrate enough to listen to something good on the radio.

[OOC: Open common room!]

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Raven was going to try something, today. She was going to skip hiding and just hang out as herself, blue scales and gold eyes and all.

She was going to try and see if she could find a friendly face to do that hanging out with, first. Which was why she had the hood of Chuck's hoodie pulled up over her head when she stepped into the second floor common room.

"Oh good," she said, when she saw who was there. "Hi, Cecil!"

Cecil rubbed his eyes and blinked up at her. "Raven! Hi!" He scooted over to make room for her on the couch. "Morning."

Good? He...wasn't so sure about. But it was definitely morning.

Raven didn't even hesitate too much when she reached up and pulled her hood down. It definitely helped that it was Cecil, who'd already knew all about her shapeshifting. Still, this was a brave new world.

"You okay?" She asked as she sat down. "You look like haven't slept . . . possibly ever."

"I feel like it." Cecil grimaced, yawned, and drank some more coffee. "It's...loud. In my head."

He'd remember in a second you weren't generally blue in public, Raven. He just wasn't terribly awake yet.

She didn't mind. It was rather nice not to have it treated as a big deal. She winced in sympathy. "Eleanor and I were just wondering if people had picked up any negative powers this weekend." She tilted her head. "What does the loudness sound like?"

Her brother was a telepath. She might be able to offer Cecil some tips.

"Like...um. Loud?" Cecil shrugged sheepishly. "I don't seem to be good with, um, words right now." Telepathy had been a little easier yesterday, so he tried it again; Raven would be okay with it, right?

//Like lots of people talking all at once, but I can't hear any of them.// He drank some more coffee, and hey - there was a plus! He didn't have to stop talking for that! //We think I got Mr. Starsmore's power.//

Raven nodded. She was more than used to people communicating mind to mind with her. "Sounds like telepathy to me. You're hearing the edges of everyone's thoughts. If you wanted to, you could learn to focus in on one in particular and hear it properly, but it sounds like you'd be better off learning how to tune them out."

"I hope it doesn't last too long," Cecil protested. "Mr. Starsmore can't talk!" Yeah, he felt a bit guilty about that. It wasn't like he'd done anything, but still.

And there was something else that reminded him of. Something... "Oh!" He looked at Raven. "Did you mean to be all...you today, or did somebody else, um, get your stuff, too?"

He winced. //Not good with words. No words. More coffee.// He was gonna get right on that.

"I'm stuck," Raven confirmed. "I don't know who might be able to shapeshift right now, though." It actually hadn't occurred to her that someone had gotten her power. She hoped they were enjoying it. "My big sib said this has happened once before, and it was only the weekend. So you should be back to your normal, loquacious self tomorrow morning."

"Oh, good!" Cecil grinned. "And Mr. Starsmore, too!" That went a long way toward cheering him up. "Want some coffee?"

"Sure," Raven said, glad to see him more cheerful. "This town does like to keep us on our toes, doesn't it."

And forcefully out your secrets. Raven was going to be pretty annoyed about that for awhile, yet.

She had every reason to be! This wasn't very nice of it.

"I don't like being...um. On my toes."

Cecil got up and made another cup of coffee, then brought it over with cream and sugar and all next to it.

"Did you get," he waved vaguely, "anything?"

"Ninja knife throwing skills," Raven said. "I think I may have to try picking that one up for myself when this is all over." It could be useful, in the future.

"Neat!" Cecil thought about that for a moment. "Well, I guess you can, um, knife anybody who says anything...mean?" That was totally reasonable, right?

"Well, if one of the girls from yesterday who offered doesn't punch the person first."

"Punching is good, too," Cecil agreed. "I'm not a very good...um. Puncher? I could probably trip them."

"I'd appreciate tripping, too," Raven assured him. "No one's been nasty at all yet. People had told me it'd be okay, but it's still surprising."

"Well, some people are jerks. So...you never know? Like...um." He gave her a wide-eyed look. "You want to switch rooms for the night?"

Cecil listened to radio. He knew who one of the biggest jerks currently on the island was.

"I've been hiding being blue from Chuck since the moment he got here," Raven said. "If anything, he'll probably be more annoyed at me for stealing his sweatshirt. But thanks for offering."

Cecil nodded. "Okay, good. Well, um. Not the hiding, but the...being able to hide?" He shrugged. "I could give you a shirt instead, but I don't have a..." he waved at her hood, "covery thing. I have a hat? Or we could go shop!"

"I have some scarves, but they're all pretty sheer." Raven shrugged. "I never needed that much clothing, before. I'm really hoping I won't need any more after tonight."

"I really hope so." Cecil sighed, which turned into a yawn. //I don't want to be all telepathic!//

"Charles taught me some tricks to help control my power," Raven said softly. "I'm pretty sure he learned them by doing them to control his own telepathy. If you want, I can try to teach you."

If nothing else, he looked like he needed a break. Two days was a very long time to go without peace and quiet in your own head.

"I can try. I mean, it can't hurt, right? Um." He chewed on his lip. "It can't, can it?"

Raven shook her head. "Hurting only makes control harder," she said. "It's more of a meditation and focus things."

Cecil breathed a sigh of relief and nodded. "I can try that."

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