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disney princess will graham ([personal profile] look) wrote in [community profile] ataraxion2013-10-28 07:25 am

[ VIDEO ]

Contact.

[ will sounds like he's giving a lecture when he comes on the screen. he's looking directly into the camera — it's easier to make eye contact with a device. ]

That's the key to all this. If you're receiving foreign sensation, you need to track down the person it originated with and make skin-to-skin contact. It'll stop the side-effects, and eventually — hopefully — break the connection. Doesn't have to be more personal than a handshake.

[ a pause, and he glances down, off-camera, visibly discomfited by the fact that the hand not holding his device is in the grip of another. ]

An... extended handshake. Whatever timer this thing is working on, we think letting go resets it.

[ the screen’s upended as sherlock hijacks the device, settling on his face (at an admittedly slightly awkward angle) a moment later. ]

But in the meantime— I’m sure you’ve all noticed that the physical links are current, unlike the memories, and arguably offer us a great deal more control. Passive sensations are the exception, but if I were to hypothetically hit my hand — as our resident neurologist has demonstrated — then Mr. Graham would feel it. [ and by hypothetically he means he's tested it, several times. ]

In the case of mutual sensations, like, say, holding one’s hand, this creates a unique feedback loop; the sensation of their hand in yours, and yours in theirs, et cetera. [ speaking of hand-holding, holding will’s hand is getting in the way of his usual gesturing; the screen's unsteady as a result. ] While I'm reluctant to test the theory with present company — no offense — I imagine this could apply to other neutral or positive sensations. If one were to engage in sexual intimacy with their link partner, for instance, then the moment of—

[ in another blur of abrupt motion, will takes his device back — and also his hand. no offense. ]

Better reset the clock to zero, Mr. Holmes.
i_swear: (I wonder what she's thinking of)

[personal profile] i_swear 2013-10-31 06:46 am (UTC)(link)
Heard it just fine. [That? That ain't fair. Joel snorts hotly. Runs the back of his hand under his nose and ignores (barely) the fresh streak of red that follows.] Besides, I had a kid, remember? Guilt trip isn't gonna cut it.
endureandsurvive: (I've a friend who lives by the river)

[personal profile] endureandsurvive 2013-10-31 06:52 am (UTC)(link)
[Dammit-- bluff called. She abandons that angle readily enough:] Oh come on, that's bullshit! What happened to doing whatever it takes?

[Because holding some fucker's hand is way easier than putting a knife in them, Joel. Jeez.]
i_swear: (Oh where can she be?)

[personal profile] i_swear 2013-10-31 07:17 am (UTC)(link)
Does this look like Boston to you? Do you see any clickers-- any hunters running around lookin' to get their next meal?
endureandsurvive: (skipping stones braiding hair)

[personal profile] endureandsurvive 2013-10-31 07:32 am (UTC)(link)
[Does she look stupid to you, Joel?] Jesus, I know there's none of that shit here Joel. I'm just saying-- [And she takes a second, proverbial hackles laying flat again. Ellie frowns down at her communicator, turning it in her hands. She doesn't look back at him, mumbling down at it instead.] It doesn't matter what kills you if you're still dead.
i_swear: (Don't sing anymore)

[personal profile] i_swear 2013-10-31 08:02 am (UTC)(link)
[It takes a lot for her to get her way when it comes to differing opinions. This time, she lucks out: Her life might be the priority, but her safety-- even in a place as cushy as this-- comes first; he can't guarantee it if he's dead and buried.] Fine.

[Dried blood getting irritably scrubbed off with a good scrape or two against the side of his shirt. Joel doesn't bother looking at her.] I'll see what I can figure out.
endureandsurvive: (I've been tying your tongue in a knot)

[personal profile] endureandsurvive 2013-10-31 08:07 am (UTC)(link)
[She looks up then - whether he'll meet her eye or not isn't really important; she still looks to him, measuring up what that means. After a few seconds, Ellie nods. Drops her eyes back to the communicator.] Okay.

[She doesn't win often, but she'll take this one as gracefully as she can.]