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TWO ✖ VOICE
[So, it's taken a little bit of effort to actually pull himself together enough to make this post without appearing like he's about to start actually panicking. Waking up with a hangover in a hotel room you've never seen before is bad enough, but upon realizing he can't even sense the minds of others around him, let alone reach out to contact them in any way is almost like realizing he can't feel his legs for the first time again.
His first thought, really, is to contact Erik, but that's not an option he wants to pursue. Maybe. At least not when he's feeling this powerless (literally) and vulnerable. So instead, after pulling it together enough to sound somewhat presentable, he posts to the Barge in general.]
Is it standard for abilities to be reduced when the Admiral drops us off in port?
[Private to Erik AFTER MUCH HESITATION AND INTERNAL DEBATE and a bit later than the first part of the message]
Are you alright?
[Spam for Iroh]
There was some part of him that knew he should have anticipated something like this, or at least that he shouldn't be that surprised. But Erik - and most of the inmates, he assumed - still had vestiges of his abilities on the Barge, and this was just complete cut off. Of something that had been a part of him since he was ten.
And maybe a few months ago, it wouldn't have been as scary. Deeply unsettling, yes, but waking up and realizing he couldn't feel or do anything, his telepathy was just gone really had been like being back in Cuba and realizing as Hank and Moira tried to help him up that he couldn't feel his legs. Of course, the difference was that he was still paralyzed, and the one thing that had sort of helped him cope with that was gone. Adjusting to being paralyzed had been hard, and he still wouldn't say he'd actually made his peace with it, but as long as he'd had his telepathy, he'd still felt like he wasn't crippled. He missed walking and being able to open doors without struggling around a wheelchair and having getting dressed in the morning not take more time than it had used to, but at least he'd had something that gave him an advantage if he was ever stuck or being threatened.
But now he didn't have that either, and suddenly, everything was that much more frustrating and honestly, kind of scary. Being dumped in some future Las Vegas with nothing more than a credit card and his communicator, without his powers and without any actual plans or place to stay was bad enough on its own. He was probably lucky the Admiral had bothered to drop off his wheelchair with him.
So by the time he'd found appropriate clothes and gotten out of the hotel room, he was already in a pretty foul mood, and the sudden telepathic deafness was starting to make it feel like someone had punched a hole in his chest.
And this maybe earned the not exactly wheelchair friendly doors at the front of the hotel a slightly more frustrated response than they usually would have illicited.
His first thought, really, is to contact Erik, but that's not an option he wants to pursue. Maybe. At least not when he's feeling this powerless (literally) and vulnerable. So instead, after pulling it together enough to sound somewhat presentable, he posts to the Barge in general.]
Is it standard for abilities to be reduced when the Admiral drops us off in port?
[Private to Erik AFTER MUCH HESITATION AND INTERNAL DEBATE and a bit later than the first part of the message]
Are you alright?
[Spam for Iroh]
There was some part of him that knew he should have anticipated something like this, or at least that he shouldn't be that surprised. But Erik - and most of the inmates, he assumed - still had vestiges of his abilities on the Barge, and this was just complete cut off. Of something that had been a part of him since he was ten.
And maybe a few months ago, it wouldn't have been as scary. Deeply unsettling, yes, but waking up and realizing he couldn't feel or do anything, his telepathy was just gone really had been like being back in Cuba and realizing as Hank and Moira tried to help him up that he couldn't feel his legs. Of course, the difference was that he was still paralyzed, and the one thing that had sort of helped him cope with that was gone. Adjusting to being paralyzed had been hard, and he still wouldn't say he'd actually made his peace with it, but as long as he'd had his telepathy, he'd still felt like he wasn't crippled. He missed walking and being able to open doors without struggling around a wheelchair and having getting dressed in the morning not take more time than it had used to, but at least he'd had something that gave him an advantage if he was ever stuck or being threatened.
But now he didn't have that either, and suddenly, everything was that much more frustrating and honestly, kind of scary. Being dumped in some future Las Vegas with nothing more than a credit card and his communicator, without his powers and without any actual plans or place to stay was bad enough on its own. He was probably lucky the Admiral had bothered to drop off his wheelchair with him.
So by the time he'd found appropriate clothes and gotten out of the hotel room, he was already in a pretty foul mood, and the sudden telepathic deafness was starting to make it feel like someone had punched a hole in his chest.
And this maybe earned the not exactly wheelchair friendly doors at the front of the hotel a slightly more frustrated response than they usually would have illicited.