Both ways. It took some practice to get her to stop digging through other people's brains without permission.
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[Egon grimaces slightly. Back when Kölliker was a rowdy teenage Duosion...well, he's somewhat glad that Winston wasn't here to witness his awful parenting skills.
The Reuniclus floats away from Winston, apparently content. She hovers by the machinery and begins fiddling with the knobs and buttons. Winston can probably pick up on various snatches of thoughts she's projecting, though most of it is somewhat incomprehensible. Flashes of emotions--curiosity directed towards Winston's presence, excitement about Science™, and anticipation.
It takes a moment or two for Egon to realize that Winston has asked him a question, and his face flushes ever so slightly.]
Oh. I'm taking the measurements of your neural oscillations. I've done it with Venkman and Ray. There seems to be an interesting difference in data between dimensions--something like a "marker" left by being native to that dimension, I presume. Much like markers for blood types.
[He gestures towards Kölliker to turn on the machine, and a dull buzz becomes audible. Beyond that, however, there isn't any sort of sensation intruding on Winston's brain--that is, beyond Kö's thoughts. Kö begins tapping at a kid-sized computer keyboard with almost cartoonishly large keys, writing down the data that appears on a nearby readout.
Egon is silent. Perhaps small talk would help Winston feel more comfortable?]
no subject
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[Egon grimaces slightly. Back when Kölliker was a rowdy teenage Duosion...well, he's somewhat glad that Winston wasn't here to witness his awful parenting skills.
The Reuniclus floats away from Winston, apparently content. She hovers by the machinery and begins fiddling with the knobs and buttons. Winston can probably pick up on various snatches of thoughts she's projecting, though most of it is somewhat incomprehensible. Flashes of emotions--curiosity directed towards Winston's presence, excitement about Science™, and anticipation.
It takes a moment or two for Egon to realize that Winston has asked him a question, and his face flushes ever so slightly.]
Oh. I'm taking the measurements of your neural oscillations. I've done it with Venkman and Ray. There seems to be an interesting difference in data between dimensions--something like a "marker" left by being native to that dimension, I presume. Much like markers for blood types.
[He gestures towards Kölliker to turn on the machine, and a dull buzz becomes audible. Beyond that, however, there isn't any sort of sensation intruding on Winston's brain--that is, beyond Kö's thoughts. Kö begins tapping at a kid-sized computer keyboard with almost cartoonishly large keys, writing down the data that appears on a nearby readout.
Egon is silent. Perhaps small talk would help Winston feel more comfortable?]
How have you been adjusting to this dimension?