The dust, the disorientation, the hands, and the kindess are the first things that penetrate the fog. Merlan relaxes, sensing no ill intent, and lets these people do what they will. There's no room for anything but compliance. But it's strange and while she thinks it should be frightening, that fear is absent.
What her mind, her senses tell her, is that they are here to help. It feels good to have the dust washed away and she doesn't mind the loss of her belongings, not really.
💠ʟɪᴘʟᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ
[OOC Note: Smut is okay, if you want, but mostly cuddles, leaning and touching will be going on. She's just super gentle with everyone.]
The liquid is definitely good - sweet without being too sweet and Merlan sits near the fire, letting it warm her. She nurses the drink but her expression softens and she reaches out to other easily, her gloved fingers a brush against an arm, her expression bright, for those who are telepathic, they'll get a friendly brush of a hello as well.
Those who approach her will find themselves with a warm hug and gentle caring touches. Her trust is the kind that is wide open, now, and she is quite amenable to whatever.
Her jumpsuit is a vivid emerald green, the stitches a deep gold, comfortable, soft. It makes no sound.
She shakes her head at the one question because she has too many. There's too much to think about to ask a single question, now. Merlan is in House One and finds that her room is the master bedroom, so she follows the sand path there without complaint. She might be silent but her eyes are everywhere, adjusting to the surroundings, to faces, to details, and sometimes she reaches out to stop someone or drops down to examine the sand path itself.
Her long hair is swept away from her face and wrapped up with a bright gold scarf edged in the same colour emerald as her jumpsuit. As she glances up, her mind flicks out to briefly brush against the minds of others, sending out a soft mental Hello, can you hear me to see if there's anyone else who possesses telepathic tendencies or is a receiver.
Merlan Margaret O'Keefe | Supernatural
The dust, the disorientation, the hands, and the kindess are the first things that penetrate the fog. Merlan relaxes, sensing no ill intent, and lets these people do what they will. There's no room for anything but compliance. But it's strange and while she thinks it should be frightening, that fear is absent.
What her mind, her senses tell her, is that they are here to help. It feels good to have the dust washed away and she doesn't mind the loss of her belongings, not really.
💠ʟɪᴘʟᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ
[OOC Note: Smut is okay, if you want, but mostly cuddles, leaning and touching will be going on. She's just super gentle with everyone.]
The liquid is definitely good - sweet without being too sweet and Merlan sits near the fire, letting it warm her. She nurses the drink but her expression softens and she reaches out to other easily, her gloved fingers a brush against an arm, her expression bright, for those who are telepathic, they'll get a friendly brush of a hello as well.
Those who approach her will find themselves with a warm hug and gentle caring touches. Her trust is the kind that is wide open, now, and she is quite amenable to whatever.
Her jumpsuit is a vivid emerald green, the stitches a deep gold, comfortable, soft. It makes no sound.
She shakes her head at the one question because she has too many. There's too much to think about to ask a single question, now. Merlan is in House One and finds that her room is the master bedroom, so she follows the sand path there without complaint. She might be silent but her eyes are everywhere, adjusting to the surroundings, to faces, to details, and sometimes she reaches out to stop someone or drops down to examine the sand path itself.
Her long hair is swept away from her face and wrapped up with a bright gold scarf edged in the same colour emerald as her jumpsuit. As she glances up, her mind flicks out to briefly brush against the minds of others, sending out a soft mental Hello, can you hear me to see if there's anyone else who possesses telepathic tendencies or is a receiver.