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THE MISTLETOE MEME

*post with your characters
*respond to others
* make it hideous.
*But nothin' too dirty with the kids.
*Seriously.
*Ceiling Superman is watching you.
*Remind Caitlin to go to sleep before 4am so these sorts of things don't happen anymore.

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So I actually looked normal. Great.

I don't know. Some coloration left over from my shell organic half I suppose. It's not just on my face.

*turns and lifts up her hair to show it goes around to the back of her neck and continues going down under her shirt*

*looks down her shirt, until he's almost touching her, and it gives him a strong, painful sense of deja vu, and he tenses up, closing his eyes*

*He's not the only one getting a feel a deja vu. She shivers and slowly pulls away so she can face him again.*

*wraps his arms around himself, trying to ride through a fresh wave of pain.*

*Oh she knows those actions all too well. Without thinking she moves forward and wraps her arms around his shoulders, pulling him into a hug. Probably just making things worse but for some reason it felt like the right thing for her to do.*

*eyes fly open, freezing within her arms, unable to speak*

*still hugging him...but feeling a little awkward now*

*release him*

So? I can't do something that feels right? I don't really remember, at least not every little thing. I get these...feelings.

*steps back and throws her hands up* But fine! I guess I won't act on feelings.

[doesn't move, doesn't rise to her anger, doesn't look at her]

*she doesn't like it when she doesn't get much of a reaction out of someone*

I...don't know. Just strange feelings. Like, what was it again? oh! deja vu. Feelings like I would have done certain things before or that did do them. And I guess maybe I did, I don't really know.

*she's getting an immense reaction from him, but he's struggling not to let any of it out*

Are you sure it's not because I rushed in without a full plan of action in mind. Because it wouldn't be the first time I've done something like that.

...Just in the past I was lucky enough to live.

We had plans.

You were killed because it is impossible to live anywhere out from under the thumb of the Decepticons.

*resists the urge to get closer to him again*

You've obviously been with them too long. Because I don't believe that to be true.

Neither did I. Until they proved us both wrong.

It'd be in your best interest to just... leave me be.

I don't normally do what's in my best interest so I don't see that happening.

...

What can you possibly hope to gain?

My memories. If that's even possible. I really don't like having all these holes in my memory. Or the feeling that I'm close to recalling something and then having it slip away from me.

We can't...

It can't just be relived. My brain isn't mechanized, I can't just transfer the data files to you.

*and she's been given an idea...this won't end well, it never does*

That may be so but I think there may be a way.

What are you talking about?

There are those with psychic abilities in the City right? Well, maybe I can find one and borrow their ability.

...

Having a psychic power and knowing how to use it are two different things.

Every power I've ever used I seem to have the automatic knowledge of how to use it and use it properly. Which makes sense given I don't keep them long enough to master them.