Diamond 9: Emma Frost [Mental broadcast]

[my-own-friend.livejournal.com]

[Emma's sending out a psychic message directly into the minds of anyone nearby who might be paying attention.]

I doubt anyone knows where the hell we are, but that's not important.  What matters is that we stick together and survive.  If you hear this, follow the signal to me.  We can figure out a plan in person.

[She waits to see if anyone returns her message or comes to find her.  She kneels on the ground, hands resting on her knees, and waits.]

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[my-own-friend.livejournal.com]

[Oh dear. This one might take a while to get used to telepathic communication.]

It's alright, dear. You don't have to speak out loud. Just think. That will suffice.
Can you find your way to me? Just follow the signal. We can speak in person then.

[in-texas.livejournal.com]

[So there's someone poking about in his thoughts? Jake is highly uncomfortable, Emma. Just FYI.]

What signal?

[Oh, crap. She just said not to talk, right?]

[my-own-friend.livejournal.com]

[She can tell. He's just gonna have to get used to that.]

Can you tell where I'm broadcasting from? Just keep walking. You'll know when you get closer. I'm under a huge...well, I guess it's a tree.

[in-texas.livejournal.com]

[Jake nervously does as he's told, not really sure why, other than it doesn't seem as if there's a whole lot otherwise to do. And, despite his doubt and trepidations, he manages to follow said 'signal' to a certain blonde telepath.]

Well, look at that. Guess I managed to find the trail here after all.

[Oh, hi, Emma. Jake's probably mentally having the same reaction every male has upon first seeing your costume, though outwardly he's betraying nothing.]

[my-own-friend.livejournal.com]

I suppose you did.

[She ignores his mental reaction to her costume. She's not only used to it, but gets a sort of satisfaction out of it.]

If we want to survive on this God-forsaken planet, we'll need a plan. Got any ideas? [She has a few of her own, but she wants to see if this newcomer's worth his salt.]

[in-texas.livejournal.com]

[Jake can think of various wilderness survival or disaster scenarios that might apply to the situation at hand, but opts instead to produce his knife and look thoughtful.]

Well, I reckon the first thing we ought to do is set up camp somewhere 'round these parts.

[my-own-friend.livejournal.com]

I agree. Food and water would be the next priorities, but I have no idea what's edible on this planet. At least there's enough oxygen to breathe.

[in-texas.livejournal.com]

[Jake hadn't considered the oxygen thing. As for food and water, he'd kinda hoped the author would provide. This may lead to a sense of worry in his mind, Emma.]

...you don't really think that author would send us here to feed us to the buzzards, do you?

[...if there even are buzzards on this planet.]

[my-own-friend.livejournal.com]

I honestly don't know. I cannot fathom how the mind of a teenage girl with this much power and time to waste would work. But the fact remains that if we can breath this air, there might be other aspects of the planet's ecology that are earth-like, and that's a start.

[in-texas.livejournal.com]

Suppose so.

[Jake smirks.]

I guess we can count on comin' back even if we do all die by the end of the week anyhow, right?

[That seems to be the messages he's been getting from most folks.]

[my-own-friend.livejournal.com]

You know, I'd rather not have to do that. Even if death has no consequences in this place, I'd rather live.