AU OOM :Test drive 18 year old Annabelle.

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The Annabelle Newfield that stumbles into Milliways is not the Annabelle the patrons are used to. This Annabelle is 18 years old and has just, barely, survived having her brain highjacked by a no good bastard of a psychic in Cuba.

Calling her psyche a mess at this point is an understatement. Metaphysically speaking, she's crisscrossed with open, bleeding wounds. (That tends to happen when you battle mind to mind with a psychic employing brute force to puppeteer your body that doesn't particularly care if you're even alive after they're finished with you.)

But this is not the main problem. The REAL problem is that Milliways does not allow two versions of the same person to exist in the Bar at the same time. Reality shuffles itself like a deck of cards and the 'new' Annabelle gets slammed with a whole different set of 28 years worth of memories as the 'old' Annabelle ceases to exist.

Memories that don't settle properly thanks to the mess her psyche is at the moment. Oh, they're probably in there to be found.....somewhere, eventually.......maybe. Damn it.

Annabelle looks around the Bar, too shocked and disoriented to even swear for the moment.

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Annabelle nods. "Yeah, like that."

"Back home, well, they're not just stories anymore. Five years ago, certain people started developing abilities that should have belonged in fiction, including me."

She sighs. "Which would be a lot easier to prove if I'd gotten a more dramatic power set." Yeah, she's used to people thinking she's joking or delusional.

[leadinghome]

That is... strange. "What's your... power set?" It's not like the Freakangels themselves can't do very subtle things.

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"Nothing flashy," Annabelle explains. "You ever heard of someone making a so called million to one shot? I can make those as easy as most people breath."

"Dixon thinks it's 'subconscious probability manipulation', whatever the hell that means."

She chuckles. "On the other hand, I know people who can make people not notice they're there, punch a hole through a 5 ft thick concrete wall, read minds, heal with a touch, create fire, you name it."

[leadinghome]

Connor gives a nod, unsure... that would be a cue to mention the Package, but being hunted teaches wariness and discretion.

Maybe... maybe later. "I... see."

[aeons_crackshot]

Annabelle's breath hitches again. "I know it sounds insane, but it happens to be true. Surprised the hell out of me, when I found out."

"Although I think I made out better than a lot of folks when my power came in. You couldn't PAY ME to pick up on people's thoughts."

[leadinghome]

"Yeah... it would be strange, to hear people's thoughts, or... feel what they are feeling." He nods, frowning. "Not able to be alone even inside your own head."

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Annabelle nods. "I know people who've learned to cope with it, but I'm pretty sure I wouldn't make the cut myself."

Something about the way Connor says that makes her wonder.....could he be psychic? In fact, she's about to ask precisely that when a flair of pain so intense it whites out her vision for a moment hits her.

[leadinghome]

Her answer is quite evident, when Connor winces hard himself; distracted by the subject, he let the mind-barriers lapse somewhat...

[aeons_crackshot]

"Shit, I'm hurting you," Annabelle says, concerned.

Annabelle rummages for the medkit again. "Morphine makes me a little....loopy, but it'll take the edge off."

[leadinghome]

He shakes head, and takes her hand; it feels... warm.

Soothing.

...what was she wincing about, again?

[aeons_crackshot]

Annabelle blinks in surprise. "That is a very neat trick." She smiles at him. "Thank you."

[leadinghome]

He rubs his temples. "Sorry. I don't do that kind of thing without asking, usually, but..." Both of them could use some no-pain time.

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That they could. Annabelle nods in understanding. "It's okay."

It's good that he asks first, she's dealt with enough people that DON'T to last a lifetime.

"You have much better control than most psychics I've met that are our age."

[leadinghome]

"It part of the Package, for me... memories. And emotions." Connor sighs. "Bit it's draining, trying to not feel what everybody around is feeling."

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"What Package are you talking about?" Somehow, she's thinking a box is not involved.

"I...can't begin to imagine, honestly. I have enough trouble dealing with people as it is." She may squeeze his hand a little in an attempt at empathy.

[leadinghome]

"There's twelve of us; we were born at the same time, we all with the same eyes and the same powers, but each one also has a special talent." He speaks slowly, watching her still cautious. "Mine's memories and emotions"

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"That's new." Annabelle doesn't seem upset by this, just surprised. "The youngest we've ever seen was 8 years old, and most of us were grown or nearly so."

Annabelle looks sad. "I guess we're not from the same universe, that's going to make it hard to see you again, once we get out of here."

Pause. "Unless I can badger Dixon into building a dimensional portal or something."

[leadinghome]

That was most unexpected, and makes Connor stare a bit.

Or a lot.

Or some; anyway, his confusion is evident.

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Annabelle is confused at his confusion. "Are you okay?" she asks, concerned.

[leadinghome]

"You're the first girl who ever mentioned wanting to see me again..." And he blushes, because that does sound... weird?

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Annabelle blinks at that. "Wow, your world is messed up." Then she blushes at the realization that that wasn't the most polite thing in the world to have said.

"But, um, I'm sure it has its good points." Probably.

[leadinghome]

"It's... not messed up to everybody, all the time." That is... something? "The government just decided we are too potentially dangers to be allowed to roam free."

"They're scared of what we might do."

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Annabelle scowls at that. "I'll show them potentially dangerous," she growls.

Then, she sighs. "But I don't think I'm capable of overthrowing a government by myself." Woe.

She squeezes his hand a little. "Are you terribly....attached to your homeland?" she asks, expression serious.

[leadinghome]

"...England. No, I'm not, but, I can't leave the others." The other Freaks. "They're my only family."

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The fingers of Annabelle's other hand drum idly on the tabletop. "I wouldn't ask you to," she explains.

"Do you think that they'd be willing to relocate?" Annabelle is having an IDEA.