Janie
Mimir had not been feeling well recently. After coming in contact with the plush, feeling the very concise pain and agony, and not being able to forget it... It was starting to send her down a spiral. She was taking care of herself, sure, but not very well, especially not in the food department. She had once again forced herself to climb out of bed and out of her room, not bothering to put on gloves (she wouldn't admit that she couldn't stand having them on at the moment) as she pushed open her door, exiting her space and leaving for the kitchen. She walks down the stairs, only glancing at her feet to see if Uriel had left a stain from their accident.

The kitchen is easy to find, and so are the snacks. She grabs what she needs: some celery, a mini bag of goldfish crackers, peanut butter, a plastic knife, and a kitkat. The items all rest on her left side, some being held by her hand and some being pressed between her upper arm and her torso. They sigh, pushing the door open with her free hand, only to run into someone she'd never seen or met before. Mimir tries to sidestep and avoid her, but it is all for nothing as they collide, not too hard, but not gently either. 

It was an accident. It didn't mean to touch — Mimir didn't think anyone would be around to begin with — and with its recent mental instability, its powers kicked into gear, the pain of Armando's plush hitting them again at full force.

Wait, this was their memory. Wait. This wasn't supposed to happen.

The memory reader gasps in shock as the memory of them touching the plush and experiencing its pain for the first time is felt all over again, but it is not the same. The memory contorts and changes, and Mimir can't get a grasp on it. *What the fuck is happening?*
Mary
: ̗̀➛✯ Being a walking talking LSD pill can come with its triumphs and it's downfalls; thats how Vi would put it. To possibly have people's sanity in your hands like putty takes large responsibility, responsibility she had learned to harness over the years.
But... Well, it had been a while since she got up nice and personal with the ever beloved Armando, yet she still reaped the consequences as she walked down the halls, cane in lackluster grip. Her powers reached highs, but in the most shaky and unstable way, hallucinations both believable and horrific flashed through her vision. Conversations she could have sworn happened, awkwardly denied by the other, horrors and figures that could not feasibly exist roamed the corridors of the cradle as if they owned the place.

: ̗̀➛✯ For crying out loud, the short girl just needed a drink, she looked damn near exhausted after all, she half limped to the kitchen, the cane holding her upright in place; no stumbling for her, not today...
Or at least so she thought! It was always an awkward exchange when you're trying to pass someone in a rather narrow piece of hallway- especially when that involves having to press yourself up against the wall- augh, and the downright embarrassing hand brush-
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: ̗̀➛✯ A mixing of powers enters the air, something enhanced and toxic- like agony turning vitality into a concotion of evil doing malice. All the pain, all the pain of the plush washes through Vi and rubbed itself back against Mimir so it seemed by the way they gasped in almost frightening unison.
This wasn't how she planned on her dreary afternoon, but there seemed to be a situation on her hands. Or rather, both their hands... The short girl backed up against the wall from where she had previously lurched forwards a bit in shock just a few seconds ago. The strange brewing of powers, the clashing of their energies left her grasping at straws as the lingering memories twist and turn into something *Enhanced*, the sort of thing you swear you can see but... God you just can't take it into your palm. Like floaties in your vision after you rub your eyes, or when you blink at a light and the shape's shifting afterimage is so clear, yet you can't put your finger on it.
It's adultered agony, crafted from the two strangers's specialties and moulded into an emotion. It can't fit in there...

: ̗̀➛✯ She could see the plush, she could see Mimir's hand reaching to it and she could certainly feel the anguish it preached, like being burnt all those years ago repeatedly... The thought bought that back too, flames engulfed her visions and she had to physically thunk her hands against her head to get it all to fade into the background... Whether it carried over to Mimir as well was beyond her, though.

: ̗̀➛✯ She looks up at Mimir, mortified, confused, then mortified again.

: ̗̀➛✯ "Who... Are you? What... Huh?" She questions with tired eyes.
Janie
It was like a distorted, fucked up, feedback loop. Mimir felt the contorted pain of that plush rush through her and, despite its clear distortion, did her best to pull herself out of it. This wasn't *Normal* After all, something was affecting her and her powers. There was a reaction happening, and it felt like a migraine. The aura came over her as she staggered backward, forcing herself away from this stranger and dropping her food on the floor as she presses herself up against a counter, eyes wild as they land on Violetta.

Who is this? What did she do to them? In all fairness, she looked just as disoriented and tired. They tried to gather themself and their thoughts again, grounding themself and trying their hardest to slow their breathing. They were not about to have a seizure. 

"I..." Mimir is exasperated, her normal front of monotone nonchalant-ness totally dropped as the pounding in her head started to recede. Her bright pink eyes stay on Violetta, trying to asses her. Would she be a threat to them? Did Uriel send her to do this? The paranoid thoughts were stuffed down as they formed themself to relax and slow their breathing. 

"I don't know what that was. I'm assuming you don't either." It stays pressed up to the counter, eyes unflinching as it speaks. This clearly was not something either of them were prepared for, and it wasn't keen on having it happen again. 

"Mimir. Who are you."
Mary
: ̗̀➛✯ Violetta's heaving chest began to slow down in it's troughs and peaks, her body still flat, secure, against the cold hallway wall.
The panic was subsiding as the initial sensation followed, of course, her powers were still just as frustrating as usual, a shadow or two buzzing in her peripheral vision, but that was at least nothing to spill concern over, no use crying over common hallucinations... The way Mimir stared at her with those eyes made her skin physically crawl, she could cry right there and then...

: ̗̀➛✯ Vi gulped quietly, scouring the room frantically for something to *Distract* Mimir from whatever the fuck that just was. Her body inched across the wall a bit as she glanced from mimir to the floor.
"You... Dropped your food."
Internally, Vi was akin to that scene from spongebob, the one where the brain filing office is on fire and all the little bobs are running around frantically screaming. What could have ever POSSESSED her to comment on *That* Of all things? She had to stick by it now though- if she couldn't look physically strong, she could at least try to look like there was some sort of confidence or mental fortitude there.

: ̗̀➛✯ Vi shook her head quietly.
"Not a clue. A weird power combination? I... Didn't know they could do that... React, I mean." She stated, bringing her vision back to Mimir- much akin to the stranger, Vi wasn't enthusiastic on having some kind of repeat of whatever happened there. Recalling the contact from mere moments ago left a bad taste in her mouth and a shudder up her spine. Blegh.

: ̗̀➛✯ "Violetta. Violetta Suite. I uh... Hallucinate- in a power way- not in... Yeah."
So much for looking tough.
Janie
It was true. Mimir did drop its food. It looks at the food, briefly, before letting out a short laugh. It was totally caught off guard by... Well, all of this, and it was showing. Her mask of monotone short sentences and blank faces was falling off, and the panic and instability of not only this interaction but that of the plush earlier was tearing her apart. It's a mess, but it knows that. It's not like Violetta would care, anyway. She doesn't even *Know* Mimir.

Mimir forces her limbs to relax so she can walk back over to her food and pick it up again, grabbing it delicately and opting to just put it on the counter instead of holding it haphazardly again. If their powers reacted like that again, she didn't want to be seen as a fool. A deep sigh left her as she leaned back on the counter again, keeping her distance to avoid another hallucination. The last thing she wanted was for someone to see her memories. 

"Combination?" They raise an eyebrow, looking back at Violetta, "What do your powers do, then?" Someone else with powers like theirs, maybe, but... This wasn't the case. There was something *Wrong* With the memory repeated back to them, and they knew that. This person's powers were something else, and they could only hope that she would explain so they could piece this all together.

*I hallucinate.* Oh. This... Is interesting. 

Mimir's mind is whirling with the possibilities of how their powers would collide, but before they could get too lost in thought, they nod. "That makes sense. My own memories do not usually repeat back to me like that." A roll of their shoulders and Mimir pushes off the counter, standing up straight now. She folds her arms in front of her chest, glancing Violetta up and down. "Did you see my memory, then?"
Mary
: ̗̀➛✯ she sighs quietly, just glad Mimir didn't get mad at the food comment (as trivial as it was for Vi to be worried about that, some of the people here are just plain unpredictable...). The raven haired girl watched awkwardly as Mimir placed her plate upon the counter, the dull silence and clink of the plates made her want to laugh in her discomfort, like when you start to giggle and you don't even have an explanation as to why, you just... *Are*.
Or maybe she was going insane, who knows.

: ̗̀➛✯ Violetta approached into the kitchen, although very obviously trying to also keep a distance, what with the whole morbid power fuckery that had played out the couple moments before. There's a list of things that Vi didn't want to repeat, and that migraine infested fever dream was closer to the top than it was to the bottom, somewhere next to accidentally eating a chilli as a kid and crying, then rubbing it in her eyes- yeah, the hallucination fuckery was just about as unpleasant as that.
Vi tries to act casual, turning around to open a cupboard to look busy, and like she was here for some kind of reason... Only to open a cupboard full of pans, slamming it shut before they all tried to come crashing down.
Act casual... She's well good at that.

: ̗̀➛✯ "Oh uh... Migraines and hallucinations, mostly. To myself and uh others. Nothing too mind blowing aha..." Violetta leant against a counter, fiddling with a couple spare strands of hair.
Better at ease or not, was Vi ever at ease? 
"I'm assuming your's is... Adjacent somehow? Something mental." She questions, as sligjtly frightening as this stranger was, the short girl *Did* Want to get to the bottom of it, that was for sure...

: ̗̀➛✯ Slowly, Violetta nodded as an answer
"Yes, the plush, and some sort of incomprehensible agony... Something seemed off though." She noted, frowning slightly as she pondered.
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: ̗̀➛✯ "Did you ever touch Armando? My powers have been on the wack for a while now because of it... Maybe that's what's done it?"
Janie
The hallucination repeated in clips in Mimir's head, and they picked out its differences as it played back, piecing everything together. This was exhausting, to say the least, and they felt all their energy leaving their body as they continued to try and wrap their head around it all. Fuck, might as well eat. 

It busts open the peanut butter, grabbing a stick of celery and using it to take a generous scoop of the stuff before taking a nice, crunchy bite out of it all. She chews with her mouth closed — shes not a slob — and leans on the counter again, starting to relax, watching Violetta closely as she fumbles around the kitchen. They notice the pans, but their face starts to settle into its normal blank expression. Adjustment. Things are going back to normal.

She finishes chewing and swallows the celery and peanut butter before speaking again.

"I can read and alter memories. I never see my own." She blinks, tilting her head to the side. Their powers having a reaction like this is so... Strange, but curious. Part of her tugged at the idea of doing it again, just to see what happens. Just to see what would change. Would a different memory bare its teeth? Would the hallucinations worsen? Mimir blinks. Violetta didn't seem like the kind of person to share this curiosity.

"Not Armando directly, just the plush. Though, who knows," She pauses, using the opposite end of the celery stick — the unbitten side — to scoop up some more peanut butter before continuing. "The plush could just be an extension of itself. Giving pieces away." She takes a bite, eyes not moving away from the other girl in the room. She wants to see her reaction.
Mary
: ̗̀➛✯ Vi tried not to look too bewildered by Mimir's all but normal food combination, but no doubt the ghost of a raised eyebrow probably shone through. She pursed her lips as the other crunched down on the celery- Vi was no one to judge- under wraps, she was just as bad but...
Cmon, celery and peanut butter? Have some decorum...
Vi moulds her face back into that default mildly startled expression of hers, she strictly cannot comment on the celery, not after almost destroying every pot, pan and dish in the cupboard.

: ̗̀➛✯ "I see... That sounds like quite the useful power, I suppose in a place like this though it can be a bit of a burden, what with the traumatic events most seem to have encountered..." Vi pondered, sitting atop a counter. Internally, she tried to recall if that was something she ever did before the cradle- the people of the institution are rubbing off on her it felt, she hadn't sat on a counter in probably years.
It felt good though, to gently swing your legs to and fro, a tiny voice in Vi's brain hoped and prayed that Mimir wouldn't think it silly or childish of her... In Vi's defense, there wasn't much good room to sit around the cradle's kitchen. The counter was the best alternative in the roster; that being opposed to standing.

: ̗̀➛✯ "I wouldn't be surprised if the plush was just a part of armando but... Well, i didn't feel anything too wrong with the thing, other than being generally creeped out by it." Vi fiddled with her hands, the recollection of the absurd mangled mess of a soft plush toying with her mind- god that thing creeped her out...

: ̗̀➛✯ "Do you use your powers often? I doubt they're all that easy to control- almost against your will, like my migraine power." Owa owa
Janie
Celery and peanut butter was a constant in Mimir's life. She remembered it when she was a kid, her mom bringing it to her in the backyard, packing it in her school lunches, managing to find fresh celery for cheap after they moved to an apartment, and now it was here. They finish chewing again, the theories and lines of thought turning themselves over in their mind. There is so much going on in this place, and this Armando situation seemed to be unraveling much of its inner workings, for better or for worse.

"Normally I have gloves." As if that makes her powers any less scary, especially with how she dresses. Mimir is fully aware of how scary she suddenly seems with the full context of her powers, and she uses it to her advantage. Dressed like this, people would stay away. 

And of course, she looks good. 

"People don't normally seek me out for my powers. Makes their trauma easy to avoid." *Because they're scared.* She puts the peanut butter and celery on the counter between them, sighing.

The plush is burned into its mind. Its feelings, its... Agony. It was never going away. Mimir wished she could have the same attitude about it that Violetta does, but her powers weren't time traveling. This is what it's stuck with. The pain.

"You felt part of it when you saw the memory. Corrupted or not. Those plushes are... More than creepy." Another sigh as she looks down at her hands before fixating on a spot on the wall.

"I don't really use my powers unless necessary. The side effects can be drastic. You?"
Mary
: ̗̀➛✯ In Vi's defense, she didn't grow up with many iconic snacks- mostly just crackers, to be honest. Maybe something more sugary when she was visiting her mother but... Well, she didn't need to be dwelling on a wasted childhood right about now, legs swinging off the edge of the counter was enough to heal that inner child without embarrassing herself in the process.
She could use a snack... Vi hopped down from the counter; a stumble in her step as she remembers why she uses mobility aids in the first place. What was she craving? Crab sticks. Yeah... I'm gonna assume the azalea kitchen has those.
She roots around the fridge, producing the beloved crab sticks.

: ̗̀➛✯ 'Right, attention back on Mimir, don't be so impolite...' she scolds herself internally, almost smacking herself in the temple.
The short girl pivots on her heel to face Mimir once more.
"Gloves... I see- so it's involuntary."

: ̗̀➛✯ Vi nods, crunching down on the dubious stick of miscellaneous seafood. She doubted there was even any crab in it, actually. That said, they were a snack that pretty much all people in her family enjoy- the theory being further proven on a phone call from her mother a couple days before- confirming her baby sister had consumed her first ever crab stick.
But anyways!
"I see... I suppose it's based on skin contact? Mine are like that."

: ̗̀➛✯ She ponders the final question, leaning on the counter rather than sitting on it this time.
"Mmm... Depends, my migraine based powers are activated by placing both my hands onto someone's head, it's very much against my will- and can be quite dangerous. It's why I got sent here after all. I try not to use them, which is usually easy, girlfriend aside."
A nonchalant shrug is elicited from Vi, who tapped her hand rhythmically against the countertop.
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: ̗̀➛✯ "Shared sight I barely use, and the hallucination power I abuse a little bit, I'll admit... It's something I've always used to mess with people since I was a child. I don't have much of an itch for mischief but... What can I say, it's fun sometimes to freak people out a little bit..."
She voids information about Gabe's naruto affairs- if Mimir was lucky enough to not be aware, Vi will keep it that way
Janie
Mimir looks at the crab sticks and raised an eyebrow. She was never fond of seafood, especially of this variety. Greasy meats like fish sticks and chicken nuggets didn't appeal to her — bad for the skin and the mental health. She wouldn't yuck Violeta's yum, though, at least not out loud. She was sure people must have their opinions on celery. It's an acquired taste, considering the stringy-ness of it. 

"Only involuntary with some things," They're quick to point it out, but no emotion tinges their voice as they say it. "But yes, it is based in skin contact." She rolls her shoulders, leaning back a little, her body totally still aside from breathing and movement of her eyes. 

Migraines, shared sight, and hallucinations. Violetta seems like someone people should be more afraid of, but it seems she was fairly liked, especially if she has a girlfriend. It almost made Mimir jealous, but not quite. They know what they're capable of, and it's much more than migraines. 

Mimir nods idly, listening intently. 

"I can see and alter the memories of other people, which I have used frequently." They choose not to elaborate further, more for their sake then Violetta's. "Objects that have a lot of... Emotions tied to them I can touch and feel the emotions and catch flashes of memory. I don't use that one as much, at least not before I got here." They let out a short, breathy laugh that sounds more like a scoff.

"It is fun to freak people out." They brush a strand of hair out of their face. "Their reactions are always funny."
Mary
: ̗̀➛✯ Vi notices the eyebrow raise, but with the knowledge that Mimir could probably kick her right back to russia... She doesn't dare comment. Mimir seems harmless thus far- but God knows at this place.
Celery wasn't for Vi and crab sticks (in all their kinda wet glory) weren't for Mimir, simple dimple (amongus popit). She crunches down on the crab sticks- which upon idly reading the back of the packet, vi realises they have no actual crab in them, which made sense.
Crab sticks bad for your mental health my ass, Vi looks just about ready to ascend to the heavens.

: ̗̀➛✯ Vi throws the packet into the bin next to her, completely missing the mark and having to scramble to place the plastic into the bin normally. She was quite the uh... Frantic girl- easily embarrassed, thats for sure. For a moment, Vi hides her face from sight with her hands, only to immediately retract them when a sharp pang is delivered to her brain.
"Uh- interesting... I'm assuming that means you can just... Control if you do some things but not others?"
She's... Playing off that embarrassing moment like it never happened... What is up with this girl goddamn!!!!!!!
This... Is probably the reason no one fears her as much as they should. She could fuck up your mental state on an industrial scale but like... Would she?

: ̗̀➛✯ "I see... I assume there was something a bit... Surreal about the memories on that weird plush? There's always a catch like that, especially here." Vi rolled her shoulders sheepishly, god knows what was up with this girl, she wasn't usually so skittish, that could be told via a simple glance in her direction; Vi was a charmingly awkward girl, but in a different way to how she was now... In her defense, it's all quite a lot these days

: ̗̀➛✯ "It is a little entertaining... Harmless fun at my own expense, aha"