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[gravityfists.livejournal.com]

[ somebody's not looking too happy. That's because somebody's been hit by a wildcard while out exploring, and seems to be more than a little muddled up. The language centre of her brain isn't holding up too well ]

There is something seriously potato salad with the sarcophagus out there. I was wandering around, chainsawing my own business, when bam! Now I can't even talk without getting unicorn in the overgrown shrubbery.

Argh! Machungwa!

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[gentlecuteside]

I'm a Trance specialist.

...does that mean anything to anyone but me here?

[gravityfists.livejournal.com]

That makes as much sense to me as a motorcycle at a Swiss cheese doctor's testimony.

[gentlecuteside]

[she sighs. Having your superpower vocabulary rendered useless is a frustrating experience]

It means that, among other things, I can connect with your mind telepathically. That sort of fine-tuned work to fix an ailment like this isn't my specialty, but if it's similar to a Trance program overlayed onto your mind...

[She realizes she's using tech speak again, rewinds]

I may be able to fix it, is the point.

[gravityfists.livejournal.com]

Er. So you're going to machete my mind? —ugh, not machete. Ow. That thing you do with books.

[gentlecuteside]

I should hope I would have better control than 'machete' would imply. I wouldn't be deliberately traipsing through your memories, but I would need a quick look around to get a general idea of the...

[struggles for an appropriate metaphor]

...the layout of your mind.

[gravityfists.livejournal.com]

Oh. Um.

That's a really top hat offer, but I think I'm gonna have to pass. I might be police officer waiting it out after all.

[gentlecuteside]

Your call.

[She smirks a little]

I do appreciate you noticing my very fine hat, though.

[gravityfists.livejournal.com]

You look dashing. Really, the teasing pistachios the day so much frumpier.

[gentlecuteside]

I don't think I caught that one, but I understand the message anyway. I'll lay off. If you change your mind, you know how to contact me.

[gravityfists.livejournal.com]

'kay. But seriously, thanks for the toast, anyway. If I'm still buttered up in a few days, I'll come track you do.