hadriel_logs | Event Log: Senses Fail

Who: All characters participating in the event
What: The event log for the Senses Fail event
Where: All over the city
When: May 14th-May 20th
Warnings: None

You wake up on the 14th, and something is different. Maybe it's something small - you can't smell anything, or your hearing on one side seems to be on the fritz. Or it could be something large and impossible to miss - you've gone completely blind, or you seem to be missing a leg. You've lost something, and no matter what you do, you can't seem to fix it.

Will you ever get it back? Probably, but it's impossible to be sure. And even if you're thoroughly convinced that this is temporary, that still means you have to figure out how to live like this for the next week. Even small things can be huge difficulties. Your sense of taste doesn't seem that important, until you accidentally eat something that'll make you sick. And sure, maybe you can figure out how to live without one hand, but what about when you wake up three days from now and you've also lost your magic?

Do your best to keep yourself calm, but remember: it can always get worse.

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[Almost anyone. But low impulse control is kind of a bitch.]

God, I wish. I mean, I don't, that would probably be terrible, but. [Probably also safer.] Don't worry about it. I've got it under control.

[Mostly. For now.]

[Well, true.]

What does that mean? You're possessed or something?

No, god. Why does everybody always jump to that?

[It's not entirely untrue, but he hates that word?]

I'm not like, demon-infested. I don't need an exorcism. I said I've got it under control. Possession is like, the opposite of that. We're just... co-habitating.

[Which is definitely a lot better.]

[Squiiiint.]

Split personality...? Give me something, here.

[Is that worse? That might be worse.]

No, it's... a monster. Ghost. I don't know. They don't come with labels, okay?

Possessed.

[She's decided for you. That's absolutely what it is.]

Fuck, I can't remember what I did for the last person that was possessed that came to my clinic.

I already said that's not what it is.

[Spoiler alert: that's basically exactly what it is.]

And it doesn't matter what you did last time, because you're not treating me. Even if you weren't missing all your medical training.

So, what, this is a mutual possession? S-- Sym-- You know the word. What do you get out of it, other than snapping threats at me when things don't go your way?

Symbiosis?

[It's not that, definitely, but sure.]

I don't usually do that. It's a... It's- [He makes a vague gesture toward his head.] This is temporary. But the monster is... It's protection, I guess.

[That's not even a lie. Amazing.]

[Avisheh shrugs. That's probably the word. Hell if she knows.]

Fine. Sure. I can see that. Pretty protective, that thing.

[Like, to an unhealthy extent.]

[Michael snorts.]

Yeah, uh, that's an understatement.

[The stupid thing wanted to eat Harlan when they first met because he said something sort of suspicious. Granted it was very hungry at the time, but that's not much of an excuse.]

But I'm not going to do anything. Promise.

Well, I wouldn't be able to do much about it if you did. So I'd take it as a kindness if you didn't.

[She's not gonna just trust him not to do anything -- she doesn't know this guy. But she is telling the truth: she's no fighter. She's just a doctor. She can crack heads if she absolutely has to, but it's not something she generally does as a rule.

That's what the receptionist was for. Ugh, she misses the receptionist.]

I don't... think you have a whole lot to worry about from me.

[He's not exactly tall or imposing, and despite gaining some necessary muscle doing a lot of monster-fighting, body-carrying, and other assorted labor tasks he wouldn't normally do back home, he hasn't exactly been working out. He's no fighter, either.

That's what the monster's for.]

Just, I don't know, get one of the other people here to kick my ass if you have to. Consider this my full permission.

[Hey, he may be scrawny, but just about anyone can shoot a gun. Or overpower Avisheh. Her best is smacking people around with her cane, which she hasn't done much of here, though she's cracked a few monsters' heads at least.]

You're really trusting me with full permission to hook you up with an ass kicking?

[If she had sunglasses, she'd be looking down over them.]

Maybe your brains got sucked out, too.

I mean, if I deserve it.

[He frowns, unable to shake the thought that he'd actually like it if Avisheh sent him someone to devour.]

Actually, that might be a bad idea. [Stupid monster.] So, uh, cancel that request.

[Michael sighs.] Kinda wish brain-sucking was what happened.

[So he's essentially untouchable. For some reason, Avisheh can't help but think how annoying that is. She likes the people she knows to be easily kept in check, especially when they're dangerous like Michael.

She takes a deep breath out of her nose. Then she rolls over and procures a clipboard and some records and starts doodling on them. This isn't a new thing she does, she's absolutely been making masterpieces on her own as well as other people's notes her whole time here.]

Alright, well, we can't go around wishing both of us were stupid, or it might actually happen and then we'd be down two people. So let's hope you're enough to get me through the day, yeah?

[It's fine, normally he can be kept in check just by asking him politely. Events, unfortunately, are a different story.

Michael sighs and leans against the desk.]

I guess between you being sane and me being... not dumb, we can probably cobble together a single useful person.

Yeah, don't worry, I'll absolutely tell you when you're being awful.

[There is no question about that. She's just glad he's not kicking her out.]

Event Log: Senses Fail

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