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For lastvoyages: Eighteenth Vision [video+spam]

[Arkady appears onscreen, surrounded by a faint purple halo. She seems oddly serene in spite of the shattered, half-working neon lighting the street all around her.]

Right, loves, I'm heading down to Old Gotham to start ferrying people out. If anyone needs immediate help or transport, I'm keeping this line open.

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[Arkady appears atop a pile of rubble at the edge of Old Gotham, and looks around briefly before settling into the Lotus position. She casts her mind outward like a net, seeking intelligent thoughts, checking them long enough to determine the person's situation and then moving on unless they turned out to be someone in trouble. Six blocks away, a would-be rapist goes into sudden convulsions and drops like a stone.]

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[Chromie is somewhere overhead, and feels a bit startled when brushed, but quickly projects that she's perfectly alright.

Is there anything you need?]

[Arkady relaxes a fraction and smiles.] Some of the buildings have collapsed and there may be people trapped in there. I can find them and teleport them out sometimes, but if I need to dig I'm a bit of a physical nothing.

[Well, I'm a something! If you can point me there, I'll be glad to help!

Along with this, she sends a view of what this part of the city looks like from above.]

That would be lovely.

Let's see. [She has found the computer metaphor useful since getting used to the communicator, so she takes "hold" of the image, and overlays it with icons of the people moving around in each building. Green ones are calm, blue afraid, and red hostile.]

There's a collapsed supermarket in the lower right corner that has some people trapped in the freezer. There's also enough food there to feed half the city for a few days.

[How did they get into the freezer?

Chromie sounds confused, but her view of the world dips towards the cluster of blue dots that is the supermarket.

Are you able to tell them that I am coming?]

Well, when the fight started outside people looked for hiding places. The freezer is this big metal walled room, and some of the employees were smart enough to pile everyone they could in there. The others died in the collapse.

[Alright. I will do what I can.]

[One of the minds is Stildyne, circling in towards her and fully worried.]

Arkady? Can you hear me?

[She focuses on him immediately.] I hear you, Chief, what's going on? Do you need me there?

No need, I'm coming your way. You're in easy sight-- what if someone takes a shot?

[He has a good set of battlefield instincts. They don't precisely count for psychokinesis, though.]

In this place my precognitive power is much clearer. I can sense the ill intent and send the bad ones to sleep before they can take a shot.

On your left.

[A sleeping would-be sniper tumbles harmlessly into a full Dumpster nearby. There is silence, then a loud snore.]

[It's a somewhat sheepish Stildyne that emerges from cover to check the dumpster.]

Well. All right, then. Anything you need a strong back and a weak mind for?

Kirk isn't here, so what I need is a good tactical mind. I don't know anything about fighting these people and I have a whole district to clear out. Also...I am terrible at acting normal.

What's the range and limit of your abilities here? I might be able to find a way to support you, if I know what we've got to work with.

I can do a whole neighborhood at a time now. Any more than that and we'd have to give me an upgrade, and I don't want to put you through that.

The problem is that it's a huge bombardment of information, and having someone else who is very focused as an anchor helps me a great deal.

Anchor. You'd focus on my location, then? Would it help to hold the comm so that you're seeing what I am?

[He's picking his way through the logistics of telepathy.]

Just keep talking to me. It will get easier once you reac me. I won't go poking about in your head, but I can show you imagery of the various areas and the information I am gaining by category.

Ah-- right. Circling in. Go ahead and... show me if there's anything.

[He moves from cover to cover without thinking about it, eyes on doorways and open windows with a healthy, life-extending dose of paranoia.]

[Arkady responds with something she saw in a movie; readouts suddenly appear in the sides of his vision, including a mini-map with dots representing hostile, neutral or frightened minds. The hostiles are mostly at the edges.]

Thanks for this. Once we get back I'll make you the best Mixed Race Coffee I can.

[As his vision changes he stops dead, looking sharply left and right as if he can find the screens suddenly occupying his peripheral vision. It's... a new sensation, this. And he pauses, ducking into an alley with his eyes shut, to get the hang of it before he starts off again. There: mostly together.]

The best which, now?

[After some experimentation, he heads toward a group of 'frightened' dots.]

Irish Turkish coffee with a shot of Kahlua. It's an after dinner sort of drink.

I'll clear the way for you. It's a family hiding from the gangsters outside. They managed to steal some food for their kids and the gangers are completely pissed off about losing a few sandwiches.

Sounds as good as sex.

[He approaches carefully, pausing before the 'hostile' dots.]

They're still on their feet, right? I'll try not to fire shots if I don't have to, but it may come to that. [He checks the load on his pilfered rifle, slotting his last spare ammo into the magazine.]

Well, I think there's considerable overlap between the lower end of a good shag and the higher end of this drink. Hee hee....

[She concentrates.]

There are three men guarding six. They have automatic rifles. They are waiting for someone--presumably their boss.

Hnn.

[He focuses on the readout.]

Can you give me an ETA on the head man, and maybe a room layout?

[He sounds as if he's not sure if he's asking too much.]

[One of the figures becomes outlined in a glowing orange circle.] That's her. The one in the clown makeup and the gray jumpsuit.

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