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The First Night
☆Robo-Thingies Make You PSYCHIC?!☆
|| Location ✦ Bay City ~ Little Ben ||
|| State of Mind ✧ I CAN READ MINDS! :D ||
The First Night
☆Robo-Thingies Make You PSYCHIC?!☆
|| Location ✦ Bay City ~ Little Ben ||
|| State of Mind ✧ I CAN READ MINDS! :D ||
Mania had sort of lost track of what was going on around her due to her preoccupation with fluffing the ears of the strange purple-y kitty-person, and as such, had been paying little attention to... well, everything, really, up until the point that the victim of her glomp abruptly disappeared into the ceiling with a cry of alarm, causing Mania, momentarily too distracted by her dismay at the vanishing the cat to concentrate on maintaining her forcefield, to fall to the ground in a rather comical fashion. Grumbling wordlessly under her breath, she rolled over, staring blankly up and wondering if gravity was all part of a cat conspiracy to enslave humanity when suddenly...
Ooh, shiny! She thought, her attention suddenly focusing on a tiny, metallic speck hovering over her. Just as she noticed it, it shot sharply downward towards her.
...So, she opened her mouth and swallowed it whole.
The very confused brain probe found itself suddenly on its way into a completely different organ than it had intended it enter. But, it was an adaptable little device, and so decided to make the best of its current position, slipping swiftly through the oblivious villainess' stomach and from there into her bloodstream, riding this current right into her brain. By sheer coincidence, it ended up exactly where it needed to be, without ever having to shuffle through her brain to get there.
And so it was that, sitting up, Mania found herself very confused by the sudden presence of extra voices in her head, having not even realized what the drone was or what it had been doing. She had long since known she was crazy, and that hearing voices was a sign of such. The only surprise there was that she hadn't started hearing voices sooner. Rather, what was bizarre was that they appeared to be the voices of the other people in the room.
"Oh my god...!" Mania exclaimed, clasping her hands together as though she would explode from excitement at any moment. "I'M PSYCHIC! Quick, everybody, don't think about cats!" She stared at everybody very seriously before breaking out in a massive grin. "You thought about them. I know, BECAUSE I CAN READ MINDS!" She gave a maniacal cackle of glee, spinning wildly around in some sort of bizarre "I just became a psychic so HAH!" victory dance.
Just then, however, a man across the table began pounding his forehead into its surface and screaming at her to shut up. Mania pouted, angrily floating up into the air and hopping over the table in a single bound, somehow redirecting her forcefields to hang herself upside down in front of him, reaching down and fluffing his silvery hair vigorously.
"Aww, don't be so frumpy now, Mr. Grumpy Grumpington,~" She chuffed, speaking as though to a very small child. "Your mind was probably boring until I started reading it anyway."