[When Jesper reaches out, there's something there -- nothing there, deep and black and empty. It's a soft hum of potential, a little frisson of power, near to the surface]
[It's not unlike fiddling with the dial on a radio, trying to get a channel to come in -- trying to get two sets of wavelengths to overlap enough to make comprehensible noise from static. It doesn't come in entirely clear; the sync isn't perfect, but it's decidedly there]
[Jesper can feel it when Eddie starts to reach out, in turn -- that first brush of contact, curious, and fond, and warm]
Re: Day 65, morning
[When Jesper reaches out, there's something there -- nothing there, deep and black and empty. It's a soft hum of potential, a little frisson of power, near to the surface]
[It's not unlike fiddling with the dial on a radio, trying to get a channel to come in -- trying to get two sets of wavelengths to overlap enough to make comprehensible noise from static. It doesn't come in entirely clear; the sync isn't perfect, but it's decidedly there]
[Jesper can feel it when Eddie starts to reach out, in turn -- that first brush of contact, curious, and fond, and warm]
Hey, bo.