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Julian Keller ([personal profile] telekinetic_badass) wrote in [community profile] trans_92009-08-25 02:55 am

McCoy and His Stupid Paperclip [Open]

Julian was in one of the sensoriums, which is where he had been spending a lot of time the last few days. Learning to fly a Federation starship wasn't easy, which was a shock to Julian since at first it seemed like the ship was smart enough to fly itself. But learning how to pilot one ended up being a crash course in astrophysics, stellar cartography, astrogation, warp physics, subspace sailing, and piloting all rolled into one. You practically had to have a Ph. D. in gravitational physics just to park the ship into a stable orbit.

Things that took Starfleet cadets months, if not years to learn, he had to cram in only a few days. It was time consuming (which meant far less Kara time than he would have liked) and he felt like his brain was going to melt out of his ears.

Which is why, for now anyway, he was taking a break. He had again recreated the SoCal beach where he grew up by, where the surf hit the sand, and the jagged rocks that were only a few feet down the shoreline. But rather than play basketball like he did last time, he was working with his telekinesis. Now that the collar was off, he was free to use his powers as he saw fit.

--And speaking of that collar, he was still holding on to it, oddly enough. Though rather than wear it around his neck, it hung from the side of his hip by a piece of his plantsuit; like he was displaying it as some kind of badge of honor--

But right now, he felt a little bit of practice time would do him good. Judging by the occasional loud explosion that came from in the sensoriums, followed by the rather emphatic cursing of one pissed off teenager, he could use the practice.

[identity profile] clear-horizons.livejournal.com 2009-08-25 08:06 am (UTC)(link)
Picard recognized that voice. The instant he entered the Sensorium, his plantsuit turned into a perfect replica of his Starfleet uniform. He already had the pips for it (he wore them on the collar of his plantsuit), but the rest of the suit was quite holographic, save for the phaser at his hip. Stepping onto a beach wasn't the most unusual experience for the captain; he'd had a holodeck aboard the Enterprise, after all. Still, what he saw was surprising.

"Mister Keller," he said with a smile, making sure to keep a safe distance away from the explosions and energy blasts or whatever Julian was doing, "I'm glad to see that the collar was removed. I trust everything is well?"

[identity profile] clear-horizons.livejournal.com 2009-08-26 04:12 am (UTC)(link)
"Excellent," Picard said with a smile. "What are your powers, exactly?"

[identity profile] clear-horizons.livejournal.com 2009-08-26 06:39 am (UTC)(link)
"Your enthusiasm is certainly refreshing, Mister Keller. So your telekinesis isn't limited to manipulating matter?"

[identity profile] so-pregnable.livejournal.com 2009-08-25 09:21 am (UTC)(link)
"Think fast, Keller!"

Hey look, it's a bus.

(What? Kon's fast enough to fly in and catch it if it looks like Keller will miss. Probably. He's still got a little tiiiny bit of juice left).
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[identity profile] so-pregnable.livejournal.com 2009-08-25 11:54 pm (UTC)(link)
"If it you didn't look like you could catch it, I was gonna zip in and grab it."

He claps his hands together, like someone waiting to be a thrown a ball.

"C'mon, toss it back."

[identity profile] supertshirt.livejournal.com 2009-08-26 12:57 am (UTC)(link)
Kon's just a bit gregarious, Julian. Just a bit. And he got a slight recharge courtesy of Will earlier, with her little magical starlight thing. He prooobably shouldn't be wasting it like this, but he can stop when he starts getting tired.

Kon watches it go sailing right over his head and... pretty far off, actually.

"Niiiice."

Then just like that, he's gone, just a green plantsuit blur, and a moment later the bus comes launching back from that direction, looking a little worse for wear.
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[identity profile] notaheroanymore.livejournal.com 2009-08-25 07:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Cissie could hear the explosions from down the hall and felt the growing need to investigate. She'd spent the better part of the last few days lost in thought, and just thinking. Maybe it was time to get out more, especially if this place was going to pick up. She had even missed the pod pop, though there hadn't been anyone she had wanted to see. No Bart. She felt her heart sting just a bit at that, but ignored it.

As she snuck into the sensorium and looked around she had to smile. There were a lot of beaches in the world, but this one seemed more active. If only for the teen currently exploding thing around the place. She tilted her head as she watched him, unsure if she should be surprised or amused at his powers.

"I'm guessing you've got anger issues. Or maybe, this is how you plan to attract girls. I heard that there's a rare bred of us women who love the telekinesis." She smirked a bit and stepped a bit closer, her arms crossing behind her back. "Though if you start ranting about how cool it is, I'm out of here. I get that enough from my friend."

[identity profile] notaheroanymore.livejournal.com 2009-08-25 10:08 pm (UTC)(link)
"That is annoying. Went surfing once, ended up face first on the beach. I was washing out sand for the next week." She wasn't the least be worried about the annoyed look or the tone of his voice. She'd been around enough "I'm only like this to be cool" types to get it. Even if he wasn't doing this just to be cool.

"That'd be him. Take it he's already given you the hour long rant about how awesome his powers are."

[identity profile] notaheroanymore.livejournal.com 2009-08-26 08:42 pm (UTC)(link)
"Unless this place has more secrets then we think it does, yeah it should. But I'm sure the feeling would remain." She shrugged a bit and moved towards the water, toeing off her shoes and letting the water wash over her feet.

"Thanks for that. But.. what makes your powers better? Just because they're yours? Or is there more to it then that?" She tilted her head to the side slightly, and absent mindedly started braiding her hair.

[identity profile] halfa-hero.livejournal.com 2009-08-25 11:30 pm (UTC)(link)
"I take it you haven't heard of subtlety?"

[identity profile] halfa-hero.livejournal.com 2009-08-25 11:46 pm (UTC)(link)
"Gigantic explosions kinda render the entire act of knocking useless anyways."

[identity profile] halfa-hero.livejournal.com 2009-08-26 06:28 pm (UTC)(link)
"What, I'm not allowed to be curious about humongous explosive noises?"

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[identity profile] scarlett-flames.livejournal.com 2009-08-26 10:01 am (UTC)(link)
Hearing the noises coming from within the Sensoriums, Jean steps inside with wide eyes.

"What in the-" She begins but is cut off as a flying projectile hurls toward her. Without even thinking, her eyes narrow and she lifts a hand - telekinetically halting the object.

She lets it hover before her and she shifts her gaze to the young man in the room. "What are you trying to do? Kill someone?"

[identity profile] scarlett-flames.livejournal.com 2009-08-26 10:23 am (UTC)(link)
Again. It was happening again. Someone who knew another version of herself.

"Uh, yeah....Wrong me," Jean mutters, shaking her head. Well at least where ever this young man was from she'd finally married Scott, but... Died?! OK, she should really be dead right now... But that wasn't the poi-

Her eyes narrow even more and out of no where the rolly chair of DOOM appears and flies at top speed toward Julian. "You do realize, I can see what you're thinking..."

[identity profile] scarlett-flames.livejournal.com 2009-08-26 11:27 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm Jean Grey," she corrected, her eyes widening a bit as he used his powers. "Impressive."

"Phoenix thing? I don't know what you're talking about," Jean said, eyeing him. "Obviously you have me confused with some other Jean because I wouldn't kill you."