Ninth PSI

[a_gentle_boy]

[He awoke in a bed.  That was strange.  He had gone to sleep on a chair, having successfully made it around the neighborhood to visit anyone who was ailing.  The Netherlands hadn't yet returned when he'd snuck back into the house, pretending as if he had never left in the first place. What was even stranger was that he was apparently in his pajamas and . . . looking out the window . . . There was no haze.  There was no rubble.  There were no hazmat men.  There were no corpses.

 . . .

He slowly walks downstairs as if in a trance and sees the familiar sight of his kitchen.  Tears immediately coming to his eyes, the boy rushes to the telephone.]

Hello?!  Is this Mayfield?  Am I . . . Am I back?!   Did we win?  Did . . . Did we all make it?  Is everyone.  Is everyone OK?  Mr. Netherlands?  Mr. Netherlands, did we beat them?

Is this real . . . ?  If this is really Mayfield, someone please answer me.  There were so many things we found in Westport.  And last night -- Last night, that voice.  Richard Grey's last message.  You all heard it too, right?

EDIT:
Kay's right.
We all found clues over there that everyone should see.  I have a copy of the note that Kay and I found in the library and the one that Miss Alice and I found in the car.  If anyone wants to come see them, that's fine.  We should all get together sometime soon.

Comments

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[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

[@*#($*#@(*%&#$(*%T&o9uliewjlkdj2#*%&@#(*% Lucas resists the urge to hang up immediately.]

I don't know. Why?

[teacup-parry.livejournal.com]

*Shina makes some vague sound of appreciation as the magic heals her condition*

Thank you very much.

*suddenly, she has a second cup of tea that she's offering Lucas. Probably some kind of sweet tea since it's a young boy*

Would you like some tea?

[crawlininmytome.livejournal.com]

We definitely wouldn't had allowed that. I can't imagine what you went through over there.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

. . . The TV? What do you mean? . . . Did the town broadcast what was happening in Westport?

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

. . . . . . . .

OK. You should do that, then.

[Yeah right whatever. But Lucas can tell when it's a matter of pride to someone to not be healed by magic and this seems to be the case.]

We all need it, I think. . . . I think we should all have a party or something, actually.

Sorry

[katto-katto.livejournal.com]

Ah. Repression! Very good!

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

We haven't found anything important until now, I don't think. But in Westport . . . There were all sorts of clues about Mayfield.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

. . . It. It doesn't matter anymore. We're all back now, and it's all alright.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

Oh! Thank you.

[Lucas actually has never particularly cared for tea, but he takes the cup graciously anyway and begins to drink.]

Is that your kind of PSI? Making tea?

[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

Going to. Soon enough.

Need to prepare first. Guard the town... watch for those damned suits... Pool the evidence.

[sailor-starfish.livejournal.com]

The TV showed Fuuko that everyone was having fun in Westport. They were singing, cooking, and laughing.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

So . . . Thank you. Thank you very much.

[teacup-parry.livejournal.com]

It's only one small aspect of my power.

Sadly, it's the only thing I have regained so far.

[followyouthere.livejournal.com]

You're still hurt..? Is there anything I can do?

[mydedicatedfix.livejournal.com]

Clues, hnn?

You mentioned getting everyone together, and I must agree. Whatever investigation everyone was able to do needs to be shared. It needs to be recorded and saved somewhere. A town meeting, even.

what the hell happened to my tag 8|a

[steel-massifail.livejournal.com]

...If you need any help with anything, I'd be glad to assist you.

This is his expression. The whole time.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

. . . But I didn't even die.

[crawlininmytome.livejournal.com]

... Do you want me to cook you something? I can't say I'm the best, but...

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

B-But Fuuko. That must've just been. That was . . .

[Well gosh. There's no reason she has to know the truth, right?]

Yeah. Yeah. The starfish were, um. Great.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

. . . No. There are plenty of people in town who aren't injured. There aren't any hazmat men here. And we can pool the evidence once everyone's rested and healed.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

That's right. Everyone needs to know about what we found . . . We fought so hard to find it, after all. But I think we should wait a day or two. We all need to rest. And heal.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

T-That would be nice. Can you make omelettes?

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

Aha, I was actually joking. But that's really interesting. What other sorts of things can you do?

[sailor-starfish.livejournal.com]

Fuuko is so jealous!! Fuuko wanted to play with the starfish with you!!

[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

Yet. Aren't any yet.