sixthiterationlogs | a million voices, silent dreams where hope is left so incomplete

[He can be found most places around the village, because it's not in his nature to stay still for long; when he does rest, he'll mainly be found perched on the porch of house #9, where he lives, perhaps reading one of the books from the new library. He visits the library frequently, in fact, collecting whatever books he thinks might contain useful information to borrow and read.

You're welcome to make a mental link with Jason, but his mind is not a pleasant place to linger. Please see the CWs in the opt-out portion at the bottom of this permissions post and let me know if there is anything you definitely want to steer clear of! You can get me at

fibroplastic, Discord (scathefires#3738), or PM.]

[As is often the case with him, Picard is exploring. Today, however, it isn't the terrain surrounding the village that's caught his attention. Instead, it's the newly restored schoolhouse that's piqued his interest. And, by extension, the collection of books the Observers seem to have seen fit to offer in tandem with that particular gift. True, he rather suspects that there's more than meets the eye here - he's not entirely inclined to trust to the Observers to offer anything out of the goodness of their hearts - but that's hardly a reason to not at least familiarize himself with what they've been granted all the same.

It does not, however, occur to him that the strange app that's popped up on the watches might have actually done something, much less that it might allow anyone to overhear his thoughts.]

They've certainly been thorough, at least.

[It's an idle thought, as Picard looks over the various books, and given that there aren't a whole lot of other people around, it shouldn't be too hard for Jason to figure out just whose thoughts he happens to be hearing.]

[Jason's content to ignore other visitors to the library today, focusing his attention instead on sorting through the volumes on the shelves and selecting topics of the most interest. He re-shelves a book on gardening to attract butterflies and decides instead on two others, one giving detailed instructions on how to weave twenty differently shaped baskets, the other a guide on navigating with sextants.

He must've enabled the app on accident, because when Picard's voice gets beamed straight into his head, he's - actually not as confused as he might be. Maybe it's a hallucination; maybe it's some weird effect, like he's seen in the past few months he's been getting tossed around the multiverse. Either way, it doesn't make much difference - Jason turns his head to squint at Picard and asks the old-fashioned way:]

You talkin' to me?

[Maybe not his best Taxi Driver impression, but maybe he wasn't exactly gunning for that.]

[Given that he hadn't been aware of what the app does, much less that it's actually been enabled, Jason's response comes as something of a surprise, and while he does turn at the sound of Jason's voice there's still a moment of confusion that ripples across the mental link. The things his mind runs through as he works it out don't, but the moment of realization that follows shortly thereafter is, and it's only after that that Picard actually speaks up.]

I hadn't intended to, no. But it would seem that the Powers That Be had other intentions.

[Still, there are probably worse things that could happen, and a thought to approximately that effect comes across the mental link.]

[If there's one thing Jason has learned during his ridiculous life, it's that there are always worse things that can happen. Still, this is irritating. Having anyone else in his head is less than ideal - it's crowded enough as it is, with just Jason.]

So somebody else is making you talk to me?

Given that I'm not usually capable of this, [he taps at the side of his head, by way of explanation] I would assume so. Although I would say more that they made it possible. I hadn't meant to speak to anyone, at first.

[He is continuing to do so now, yes. But that's mostly on account of the fact that it would feel more than a little rude to simply up and leave the conversation, now that it's gotten started.]

[He's still settling in and figuring out where he belongs, so he frequently spends time wandering through the village, and can be found most public places therein. He's taken up residence at house #58 and begins his days with a jog that starts and ends there - he can't run as fast as he used to, but that's no reason why he should come to a complete standstill.

You're welcome to make a mental link with Tommy, too, and while he has fewer traumas than Jason, the memory of his incarceration and experimentation by the government is frequently present in his mind. Please let me know if there is anything you definitely want to steer clear of! You can get me at

fibroplastic, Discord (scathefires#3738), or PM.]

[His house and the river and the inn are where he spends the majority of his day, unless he wants to take the time to walk all the way over to the boat he's repairing, in which case he needs to make plans to stay for a couple of days, because it's getting dark too early now to get much work done if he tries to get anything else done that day. He's almost done with the repairs, though, and he's made one last trip back to the south village to get the last few items he needs. What a joy it will be when he sail his repaired boat from the lake to the river and not have to go so far to get to it.

His backpack is full of supplies as he sets out walking through the public areas of the village, headed north, and he hasn't noticed yet that the wrist devices (which he mostly ignores, anyway) are up to something.]

They couldn't have left us seaworthy vessels, no, that would have been too much of an advantage, wouldn't it? Better to give us the broken ones and watch what us try to figure out what to do with them.

[Whoa hold the phone??? Tommy stops dead in his tracks, mulling over this abrupt new development rattling around in his head. It's not entirely outside the realm of possibility for mutants to develop new abilities, but Tommy's pretty sure telepathy isn't one of Wanda's or Pietro's, and really, he's rather have his super speed back, thanks.

But he better find out what's going on here.]

Uhh ... hello? Can anyone hear me?

[The fact that the hot springs had turned out to have healing properties was more than enough reason for Ty to make the trek back up there again so soon. Coupled with the fact that there seemed to be plenty of plants along the way that could be used in medicine, it seemed like an easy route to stock up. It wasn't a first aid kit by any means, but anything was better than nothing. Testing the knowledge he had just gained, he made his way up leisurely to the hot springs, already bundled up in as many layers as possible to fight off the chilly morning air.

His pack was half full when he crested up to the hot springs, surprised to see someone else standing there. Guess he wasn't the only early bird here.]

Good morning!

[He called out, both as a greeting and so he wouldn't startle the other person.]

Here I thought I was the only one who went for long morning runs.

[Tommy's runs weren't typically long until he found himself in this village - the cool thing about being a speedster is you tend to spend a lot less time on things like running than a non-speedster does. It's a more efficient way of living, and Tommy misses it the same way he'd miss an arm if one were suddenly cut off.

He hasn't spent much time getting to know the others in the village yet - staying on the move and trying not to attract unwanted attention is a hard habit to shake. But the voice addressing him sounds friendly enough, so Tommy turns to face him and offers a nod and a wave in greeting.]

Any time's a good time for a run, in my book. [His face scrunches up in thought.] Well - maybe not in like, a hurricane.

[Or would it be?]

[That one exception was enough to make Ty laugh slightly, stopping at the edge of the hot springs. He'd been interested in the healing properties of the water here, and just sitting down next to it and dipping a hand into the water made him feel a little less weary.]

That the only time? You okay with flash floods or knee deep snow?

[Okay the latter might just be his own personal hang up but who was keeping track?]

[Tommy follows close to the water's edge, crouching down to wiggle the tips of his fingers in the springs.]

Normally? Yeah, that wouldn't a problem. When I'm not stuck here, I've got super speed, so I can usually just run right over the top of that kinda stuff.

[To illustrate his story, he turns two fingers down at the surface of the water and tucks the rest into his palm, moving each finger on an opposite beat to mime a person's legs as they run across the water. He catches a glimpse of his reflection and frowns at it, then slaps lightly at the water and stands, wiping his hand on the leg of his pants.]

I hate being a snail. This place is the worst.

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