Seventeenth PSI

[a_gentle_boy]

[Lucas has a package!  It is very large and it is wrapped up all nicely on his driveway, blocking the passage of any cars.  He wonders momentarily what he could have possibly gotten back until realizing that he only has one 'possession' that's shaped like this.  After spending about twenty minutes carefully removing it from its packaging, Lucas beams at the extremely odd . . . thing.]

Hi.  It's nice to see you again.

[With that, he gets on.  And is instantly dragged away.]

W-Wha . . . Uwahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!  S-S-Slowwww d-doooooown!

[He hangs on for dear life.
Mr. Saturn's Tea Table is rampaging around the town!  Lucas has forgotten how to control this thing and is liable to smash into anybody and everything.  It's a little smaller than a car and seats four.  Here is a picture although it's larger than that in canon.  Here is a video demonstrating it running things over.]

Sorry!  . . .   Ah, get out of the way! . . .   I-I'll heal you later . . . !   Tea Table!   You've got to calm down!

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[teacup-parry.livejournal.com]

*as it comes by, Shina nimbly leaps onto the table and grabs the edge to prevent herself from sliding off; all while keeping her teacup perfectly level and not spilling a single drop*

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

[The table bucks back and forth for a few seconds, but soon settles down; Lucas just gapes at his new passenger for a few seconds before smiling.]

I was going to say you could borrow it to have tea sometime. Once it calmed down.

[teacup-parry.livejournal.com]

Oh? I appreciate the thought, though it seems a little untamed for my use...

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

Oh, it's usually really well-behaved. I think it's just excited about being here. . . . Well, it's not really alive, but. I like to pretend it is. I'm still not sure how it neighs . . .

[teacup-parry.livejournal.com]

Perhaps something that its creator thought would be cute to add in.

*tea sip*

I assume this is what you regained due to the most recent event, then?

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

Its creators were a bunch of walking heads with really big noses. But yes, that's right. Did you get anything new, Miss Shina?

[teacup-parry.livejournal.com]

Indeed, I did. I've regained the ability to adapt my body to fit in with the natural inhabitants of a world. I'm not entirely sure how useful it would be without attempting to enter City Hall, however.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

You mean you can go undercover as a drone? Or something like that? O-Oh, duck.

[A tree branch passes dangerously close by.]

[teacup-parry.livejournal.com]

Indeed. I'm uncertain how effective it would be on our 'hosts', however.

*she just... chops the branch with her teacup. Yeah, really, that's what she did*

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

I feel like they'd probably see right through y -- Gaah!

[Lucas ducks himself as the branch falls away to the side. He decides not to ask, but makes a mental note to respect the teacup.]

. . . Can you hide other people this way, too?

[teacup-parry.livejournal.com]

Unfortunately, it's an innate power for my kind that can't be extended to others.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

. . . I'm hoping that when I got back my Psychoshield, I can protect people from being brainwashed. Maybe I can help you then if you want to test it . . .

[teacup-parry.livejournal.com]

It certainly sounds like it may be worth a try.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

I'm not sure how much information you could get by disguising yourself as a drone, though, but yeah, it's probably worth a shot.

[teacup-parry.livejournal.com]

Perhaps some easily accessible sources of information could be found within the City Hall.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

Records, you mean? . . . Like some of the things we found in Westport. Do you think they'd leave that somewhere where we could get at it?

[teacup-parry.livejournal.com]

Well, who can say for certain without investigating the building?

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

That's true. But maybe once we do, we'll find that it's completely hollow and made of cardboard.

[The tea table is taking a steady pace now, much more normal. Lucas doesn't seem to notice.]

[teacup-parry.livejournal.com]

... we could discuss it all day and not figure out what's inside without actually investigating.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

Oh, well. We can talk about something else than, if you'd like.

[Lucas's imagination had jumped to a building filled with omelets just now.]

[teacup-parry.livejournal.com]

Hm? I didn't realize that was of interest to you. Well, then, what else do you believe could be in the building?

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

Ome -- Oh. I'm not sure. I feel like since it's guarded so securely, it could be that there's something important hidden inside, like you say. Or maybe . . . Maybe there's somewhere important it leads.