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

[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.]