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[xp_tarot]

Nothing is so disturbing as listening to a teacher petulantly complain because we do not have his perferred flavour of Gatorade. I do not even know what flavour a riptide rush -is-, but we did not have it.

In hindsight, perhaps it is more disturbing to hear him be scolded and told to drink whatever flavour we have by three seperate people in less than a minute.

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[x-forge.livejournal.com]

Theoretically? Grape - I think.

Actually? Not sure. I tend to chug down the stuff without worrying about flavor. Comes from a few years of a Red Bull habit.

[x-tarot.livejournal.com]

Oh. Doug drinks that when he has locked himself to his computer doing something. It tastes like someone melted death and put it in a can.

I think I will stick to the flavours that are labeled with fruit types.

[x-forge.livejournal.com]

But it's horribly efficient Melted Death. Which should come with a warning label saying "Not to be used by telepaths, telekinetics, or precognitives". Because apparently that much caffeine plays havoc with psionic receptors in the brain.

[x-tarot.livejournal.com]

I was told by Dr. MacTaggart once that more than two cups of coffee would affect my precognition, and possibly the imaging power as well, since there is a psionic aspect to that. It would certainly explain Tuxedo the Hutt's invasion of the dorms several months ago.

Though, that does not explain Doug's reaction to it, but I suppose that is some kind of hacker thing. He says it is anyway. Or else that he just does not drink coffee or soda often. I am not sure.

[x-forge.livejournal.com]

Tell me about it. Doctor McCoy's restricted me to the equivalent of one cup of coffee per day while I'm on these meds. Something about interactions being funky with my low biological body weight.

[x-tarot.livejournal.com]

Meds? Because of your power?

There is -decent- tea in the kitchen in a box marked "Rice Flakes" - it has less caffiene than coffee, and lasts longer.

[x-forge.livejournal.com]

Um, not because of my power, no. Other stuff.

[x-crowdofone.livejournal.com]

We need to work out some kind of official code, I think. Because I brainfarted and thought I'd put my chocolate-covered peanuts in the Rice Flakes box, and got a handful of tea instead.

I got you new tea, though.

[x-crowdofone.livejournal.com]

Tuxedo the Hutt you did on purpose, I thought, to weird me out. Not saying you weren't hopped up then too, though. :) Mini-Faxman was the accidental one, I thought, the little thumb-gnawer.

[x-tarot.livejournal.com]

Tuxedo the Hutt's initial apperance was deliberate. The unintended invsion of Angelo's room and Dr. MacTaggart's office was entirely accidental.

Mini-Faxman however was, I believe, due to my initial introduction to someone (whose name I shall not mention, but begins with J, ends with x, and has amie Madro in the middle)'s idea of rich fudge. Chocolate has caffiene, you know.

[x-crowdofone.livejournal.com]

I admit nothing! Nothing!

Besides, it's the peanut butter that's the real secret to that fudge. And also, there's someone living in this house whose name sounds like a cookie, who introduced me to more different brands of chocolate chips than I knew existed. Blame her. :)

Doesn't bother empaths, though.

[x-empath.livejournal.com]

I never had a problem using my power while drinking Red Bull.

Manuel

Re: Doesn't bother empaths, though.

[x-forge.livejournal.com]

Empathy, as I understand it, doesn't work the same way as telepathy. The texts I was reading on it compared it to radio transmission - telepathy mucks with the radio waves, while empathy mucks with the receiver.

It is very different, true.

[x-empath.livejournal.com]

I remember some of using my power, and I remember what it's like to have my mind scanned by a telepath. I even remember psi-combat with a telepath.

I'm not sure I understand your analogy, but that's OK. The point is that the two are very different.

Manuel

[x-cypher.livejournal.com]

Hm. That might explain some of the weirdness when I'm hacking while on Red Bull. Doc Mactaggert has theorized that my power may be some sort of minor psi. I should probably talk to her about testing that theory at some point.

Ah, good.

[x-empath.livejournal.com]

Someone else with a Red Bull habit.

I usually liked mine mixed with vodka, but that's a Club thing.

And yeah, it's best shotgunned.

Manuel

Re: Ah, good.

[x-tarot.livejournal.com]

That is disgusting, Manuel.

.. I know from expierence. If Red Bull tastes of Melted Death, then Red Bull and Vodka is Melted Siberian Death, I suppose.

Don't knock it!

[x-empath.livejournal.com]

It's great for keeping you on the dance floor, or spinning records until 4AM.

That's what I used it for, anyway.

Since then I've discovered new ways to get the same energy. Empathy is was good for that sort of thing.

Manuel

Re: Don't knock it!

[x-tarot.livejournal.com]

Nothing is worth Melted Siberean Death.

Which reminds me. We need to take a day and go on a vital fact-finding mission, Manuel.

Have you ever...

[x-empath.livejournal.com]

actually danced until 4AM?

Fact-finding mission? OH! RIGHT! THAT!

Yes, absolutely. This weekend's kind of ugly for me, but maybe early next week?

Manuel

Re: Have you ever...

[x-tarot.livejournal.com]

Until 4AM? No. But then, I am also possess a functional palate, due to not having burnt mine out on Melted Siberian Death.

Re: Don't knock it!

[xp_daytripper]

*blinks* Fact-finding? Not this top-secret project of his again...

Re: Ah, good.

[x-pete.livejournal.com]

This is a horror that no-one but me and the Cassidy's are going to comprehend, but a year or two back I was fucking horrified to see that there're places in Belfast doing Buckfast and Red Bull.

Only the fucking Irish, I tell you...

Re: Ah, good.

[x-siryn.livejournal.com]

It's not as bad as it sounds.

Er, or so I've heard.

Re: Ah, good.

[x-skin.livejournal.com]

What's Buckfast?