Entry #91

[postictal]

[In the latest dramatic reveal, it seems that Claudia has been hard at work unearthing a great deal of dirty laundry as it suits her. In the process, on November 23rd she manages to draw out an encrypted broadcast - only it's encrypted no longer.]

[And what's more, it's no longer anonymous. The broadcast bursts across the screen with an eerie screech of static and rapidly flashing images. There's even a voice speaking in the background - a voice that some might find familiar.]

YOU TOOK IT
I SAW

BURNING

[An image flares in a brief sputter of black and scarlet, and is gone again.]

/////////////////////////
////bird flying south////
///////do you know///////
///////what you did///////
/////////////////////////

----checkmate----

[And now, the name of the user who released the video in the first place is painfully apparent. For some, this won't be much of a shock. For others, on the other hand...]

[Did Tim Wright ever strike you as someone who favored cryptography?]

Comments

private video;

[choosetruth]

Well, I don't know how to make it go away for good, but perhaps keeping extra reserves of your medication around might help prevent this from happening again. Either hidden in places your Mirror wouldn't think to look or with people you trust. The more redundancies the better.

private video;

[postictal]

[With people he trusts? That’s a joke, right?]

You think I don’t know that? You think I’m not already trying?

private video;

[choosetruth]

I'm trying to help. [Geeze, Tim.] If there's one thing I have experience with, it's being prepared for medical emergencies in the field. Why do you think I always carry at least three pairs of sunglasses?

[Not that it's relevant anymore. She could go out without any sunglasses and be fine.]

[postictal]

It’s not that simple. I don’t know what this prescription even is, okay? [The label has long since been torn off and he’s a guy with a history of memory problems. Can you blame him?]

It’s hit or miss with the closets. Sometimes they don’t get it right.

[choosetruth]

[.....Tim, why are you such a disaster.]

Better hit or miss than guaranteed miss, isn't it?

I hate to suggest this since I know what the price is, but would it be worth it to go to the Vendors?

[postictal]

Sacrifice some memories so I can take some meds that are supposed to prevent memory loss?

[Doesn't that seem like kind of a reverse order?]

[choosetruth]

Sacrifice a memory so you can avoid losing more than that and also avoid turning into your more stabby half.

[postictal]

It doesn't stab. It just... [Tackles people. Mostly ineffectually. Tim sighs.]

Rather not lose more memories than I'm already going to, thanks.

[choosetruth]

Well, if you run out of your prescription, consider it. [She frowns at him.] Why'd you rip off the label anyway?

[postictal]

I didn't.

[He's been using the same bottle since he got here, and that bottle was the one he showed up with, and that bottle...]

[He got it from someone else's pocket.]

Someone else stole it, and they ripped it off.

[choosetruth]

Not Jay?

[Look Jay seems like he'd be that stupid, but she's also pretty sure Tim would have just said if it were Jay. They're both aware that Jay's a fuckwit at this point.]

[postictal]

...no. Not Jay. [As much as Tim likes to make it sound like Jay's responsible for every terrible thing in Tim's life, it's really not that simple. Unfortunately.]

He didn't wanna touch those things if he could help it.

[choosetruth]

And I suppose it's too much to hope that he might have a better idea of what the prescription is?

[postictal]

God, no. [It's as vehement as it is immediate. He even sounds shocked that she'd suggest it.] Honestly? I don't know that anyone from home could tell you, aside from the doctor who prescribed it.

[choosetruth]

So when you run out, you're fucked.

[postictal]

It's happened before. I just...basically need the bottle. The original bottle. I think it helps get the right prescription out.

[So he isn't just guessing and hoping that the closets deliver on the right prescription based on power of will alone, because there are a lot of identical white capsules out there.]

[choosetruth]

Could you copy the original bottle somehow? Or get one of the scientists to analyze a pill and actually figure out what you're taking.

[Which you should really KNOW, Tim.]

[postictal]

[Do you have any idea how many anticonvulsants are on the market and how hard they all are to pronounce, George.]

I mean, I could. I just... [He grimaces, shoulders hunching.] I don't like people...I mean, how would I know they're giving me the right stuff?

[Anyone could just give pills to him, couldn't they?]

The doctors, they...

[Fuck.]

[No. No, he knows she doesn't seem to really like doctors. Their whole escapade back into that hospital was a guarantee as such, right?]

They liked...they could use me, you know? They couldn't figure out how to fix me, so they got to use whatever experimental...anything they thought might...and I'd take it, 'cause it's not like I could do a whole lot else.

[The option to refuse was there, in cases such as those, but when you're as desperate for a means of fixing you as the doctors are - wouldn't you take it?]

[choosetruth]

[She certainly understands his concerns. She's not a very big fan of doctors these days either. And she certainly knows what it feels like to be a science experiment.

But still she frowns. There isn't a good solution here. She just wishes there was.]

Let me know if something like this happens again. We'll find a solution.

[postictal]

I am looking. It’s just...not real easy. Wonderland doesn’t make it easy.

[His life hasn’t made it easy.]

I’ll figure something out.

[choosetruth]

Fine. Just... keep me posted.

[Or she'll take matters into her own hands.]

[postictal]

Yeah. Okay.

[YEAH, HUH. ABOUT THAT, GEORGE.]



[But he does mean it. He'll keep her posted.]