10-23-2020, 04:14 AM
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THERE’S VACANCY IN EVERY NIGHTMARE
Rosemary’s empathy burns at his story. She connected with Sephiroth’s mind when the Roseblood leader lost himself to a voice inside his head—a siren by any other name sings just as sweetly. She touched Pincher’s mind when he returned from the dead, unable to scratch the surface of his thoughts before flung out by the screaming wails. She remembers these experiences now, though she shakes her head and tries to dislodge the remnants of the voices from her mind’s ear.
“Yes, I offered to help teach medicine to your Clan. It is the right thing to do,” Rosemary says. She glances at Roxie and Goldie, and the smaller pair of eyes can’t decide which one to linger on more. She sighs, main eyes squinting, and she taps the bell as she thinks.
“But I do not think… what you ask is possible.” How she wished a tea, an ointment, any simple remedy would’ve worked on Sephiroth. Everything in the Rosebloods turned to shit when he began listening to the voice over his own mind, and Rosemary bitterly blames him for the group’s collapse. He is the reason why she and Jiyu couldn’t stay together.
All four amber eyes converge on him again. Rosemary’s tails flick. She reads, she learns, she adapts. Medicine is as much of an art as it is a science. Trial and error. Accidental discoveries. Similar symptoms from entirely different conditions. The ocelot isn’t ready to throw out all hope simply from a secondhand perspective from someone’s mental condition.
“There are a number of things this could be. An outside voice, like a siren, yes. Or an internal one, from a mind that needs help. Or it could simply be a trauma response; drowning is more reason than plenty of thalassophobia sufferers have.” Her speckled paw returns to the soil, and she tilts her head. “I would need to see her myself. It’s too complex of an issue to be solved with diagnosing her from your account. What would I do? Give you psychedelics to treat her with? That would be appropriate for a trauma response, but not for the others, and guiding her poorly could cause no improvement, anyway.”
She sighs and looks at Goldie. Perhaps the captain knows some remedy that worked for Pincher. But, if such a remedy exists, Rosemary doesn't know about it.
[sub][W]isker[/sub]“Yes, I offered to help teach medicine to your Clan. It is the right thing to do,” Rosemary says. She glances at Roxie and Goldie, and the smaller pair of eyes can’t decide which one to linger on more. She sighs, main eyes squinting, and she taps the bell as she thinks.
“But I do not think… what you ask is possible.” How she wished a tea, an ointment, any simple remedy would’ve worked on Sephiroth. Everything in the Rosebloods turned to shit when he began listening to the voice over his own mind, and Rosemary bitterly blames him for the group’s collapse. He is the reason why she and Jiyu couldn’t stay together.
All four amber eyes converge on him again. Rosemary’s tails flick. She reads, she learns, she adapts. Medicine is as much of an art as it is a science. Trial and error. Accidental discoveries. Similar symptoms from entirely different conditions. The ocelot isn’t ready to throw out all hope simply from a secondhand perspective from someone’s mental condition.
“There are a number of things this could be. An outside voice, like a siren, yes. Or an internal one, from a mind that needs help. Or it could simply be a trauma response; drowning is more reason than plenty of thalassophobia sufferers have.” Her speckled paw returns to the soil, and she tilts her head. “I would need to see her myself. It’s too complex of an issue to be solved with diagnosing her from your account. What would I do? Give you psychedelics to treat her with? That would be appropriate for a trauma response, but not for the others, and guiding her poorly could cause no improvement, anyway.”
She sighs and looks at Goldie. Perhaps the captain knows some remedy that worked for Pincher. But, if such a remedy exists, Rosemary doesn't know about it.
I FEEL SO HUNGRY —
— Dear diary, I don't know what's going on, but something's up / The dog won't stop barking, and I think my TV is bust / Every channel is the same, it's sending me insane / And earlier somebody bit me, what a fucking day / The sky is falling / It's fucking boring / I'm going braindead, isolated / God is a shithead / And we're his rejects / Traumatized for breakfast / I can't stomach any more survival horror / Dear diary, I feel itchy like there's bugs under my skin / The dog's gone rabid (shut the fuck up) / Doing my head in —— WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING?