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[au2] frankin stein

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Residents of 2-10, I was hoping to talk to you all about possibly squatting in your room for a few days a week. Obviously if there are any major objections, that will be the end of discussion, but I'm hoping everyone will remain reasonable about this. [Her tone of voice makes it pretty obvious that she will not make it the end of discussion in the slightest.]

...Relatedly, to my roommates in 1-07, would bringing home a bunkmate be absolutely out of the question for anyone? I promise to keep him out of trouble. Or out of anything sharp...

And for everyone else who's interested: Does anyone have any methods to snap someone out of something? [Sigh] I'm at a loss and completely open to ideas at this point.

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_{[completely black as normal. there's a long breath.]}

Sounds like you have a lot of plans.

It's hardly as fleshed out as a plan. Merely a scattered group of ideas for now.

...And of course if you have any objections, I'll put a stop to all this now.

I'm not complaining.

_{something to do would be... nice.}

What the hell do you want our room for?

[Suspicious? Of course not.]

[She plasters a smile on her face. Time to attempt juggling with fire while riding a motorcycle over a bottomless pit again.] Getting you out of the dark might be a nice start. I'm not sure how much you've explored already, but there are a few libraries that might give you something to read, and a few floors that mimic the outside, if you were up for that.

[Of course not. Who would be suspicious of the adorable little mad scientist. She is very sweet and not crazy after all.]

The short version is I live in your room. The longer version is, it's not "me" per se, so much as it's a different version of who I am, though he is the same as me, other than two very important details: For starters, he's male, and secondly, he's completely insane and without someone to watch him, you're in danger of being dissected in the middle of the night. And it would get very, very messy. [Which is her way of saying she's worried about him.]

I don't leave.

_{I never leave. It's easier to feel her here. It's easier to stay in the dark and listen to the whispers. Sometimes if I listen hard enough, I can hear her.}

...what kinds of libraries.

[That smile wilts and fast.]

There's a research library up on the nineteenth floor. And if you want to climb higher, there's a restaurant, an art gallery, and a meadow. You deserve a rest. A real rest.

[Unfortunately scientists weren't exactly high on his Preferred Interactions list.]

Dissected? [A scoff.] Whatever. Not my problem. If you're that concerned, just keep him out altogether. Makes it easy for me and then I don't have to deal with either of you.

[You seem more than just a bit unhinged, after all.]

Unfortunately, he's rather attached to his room. So one way or another, he's not leaving. You're not losing a roommate, merely occasionally gaining one, if anything. Try all you like, he won't leave.

[Her smile morphs into a sadistic smirk] And it's important that you realize, you're not the one I'm concerned about.

Tch. Rather lose one than gain another nuisance. I don't care if you're concerned about me or not; I only care about a bunch of lunatics in my room.

If I were you, I'd rather have at least one lunatic who knows how to calm the other one down in case of emergencies. [Pause] He doesn't feel pain, or sympathy, or much of anything. If he sets his designs on you, there's not much you can do, really, other than hope that someone more interesting comes along to distract him. So if I were you, for the sake of self-preservation alone, I'd let that nice woman offering to take care of that lunatic in my room do her job.

Depends, I guess. What do you want to snap them out of?

Various things, honestly. But I suppose the overarching problem is their insanity.

And what leads me to believe you're any more capable of maintaining your sanity than he supposedly is? You said yourself you're the same person, after all. If it's about my self-preservation, I'd rather just lock you both out.

Oh, I'm just as insane as he is, I just control my insanity better. So much better, in fact, that here in this tower, you would never know unless I volunteered the information.

Plus, just because we're the same person doesn't mean we've had the same experiences.

In my experience with humans, insanity is insanity. You either know what you're doing, or you're batshit crazy. It's hard to change that just through experience.

Insanity? ...I guess then there's no chance of just talking them out of it, huh?

Insanity is multi-faceted. You could be my kind of insane: Mostly lucid, could pass for a perfectly sane individual fairly well, minus my inability to understand typical emotion; or, you could be his kid: Unable to understand reality, along with hallucinations, violent mood swings, and some highly unnerving facial expressions.

[Sigh] And for what it's worth, where I'm from, insanity is contagious. Experience counts for a lot in this case.

No, unfortunately not. However, he has some good, mostly-lucid moments, so talking might increase those, I'm hoping. Or at the very least, it might calm him down when he gets too out of control.

Hm. It also might already help to have someone he trusts close by.

Hm. Question: Would you trust yourself to take care of you, even knowing that you could very possibly fall into that same fate with too much exposure?

...Trust 'me' to take care of 'myself'?

[The raise of eyebrow is probably obvious in his voice, because you know, he generally always trust himself to take care of himself (even if he's almost certain that Mickey and Naminé may or may not doubt his ability to).

But somehow he has a feeling that's not what she means.]

Yes.

...Though not you yourself so much as another you. For example, if there was a female you running around, would you trust her to take care of you? Or would her mere presence be so startling that you'd never really move past that? [Yeah, that's more exactly what she means.]

...I guess I'd be a wary of her at first. [But then again, he does have some kinda bad experience with doppelgangers of himself. Even if said copy had had the same gender.]

But, maybe after a while, if I came to trust her? Yeah, I would.

[Probably. Maybe. All right, he can't really tell without being in the situation himself, okay?]

Perhaps not all hope is lost then. [You can practically hear the smile in her voice.] I suppose that's often the case with things like this; only time can really tell.

That's how it usually is.

It's a shame; I've always been the sort of person who wants answers immediately. Waiting to see sounds excruciating.

Sometimes it's rewarding to have a bit of patience though.

I certainly hope this will be one of those times instead of me waiting around for disappointment.

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[video] What madness! ...I didn't even try to make that pun on purpose.

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