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 Posted: Mon Dec 19, 2016 12:58 pm
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Desperate times call for desperate measures. It had been almost 36hrs since he last got any decent sleep- an hour here or there was nothing in comparison. This inability to shut his mind off when the sun started to rise, despite getting his mitts on some extra-strength sopor slime, was getting to be unbearable. Bleary-eyed and unsteady on his feet, Deimos had ventured from the relative safety of his hive and made way for The Civisect Rehabilitation and Counseling Center- surely they'd have some sort of answer for him. Halfway there, Thypion had made him crawl into one of his carrying pouches, but at least his lusus had continued the trip.
Once they arrived, he crawled out again, nearly faceplanting onto the ground. Ugh. He held onto Thypion's side as the two made their way into the building. The receptionist was painfully friendly, to the point where it grated on his nerves, but he forced himself to bite his tongue and be nice. He needed help, and biting off reception's head wasn't going to do him any favors. Nope.
Eventually he was guided to an office to sit and wait for someone to come talk to him about whatever his problems were. Thypion barely fit in the room, but he'd somehow managed to curl up behind the plush chair Deimos had settled himself on.
Draconicfeline lemme know if i need to add anything!
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2016 9:35 pm
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Psykgi was trying not to let her headache get in the way of her work. It was from staying up too late - she'd been analyzing the plots of various socialization simulation games, trying to figure out if that would be the best essay topic for her application to the Civisect higher education facility. It could be. Either way, she had gone to bed right about the time when her shuttered windows were beginning to glow with blocked light. Her nightmares were heavy with and sopor slime could only do so much.
Still, Psykgi was not allowed to have off days. She had to work harder than anyone else, and play harder than everyone else, and be generally more outgoing than anyone else if she wanted to advance beyond intern. Ever. She was a redblood. That was just how things were. She drank her coffee, slapped her cheeks a few times, and fluffed on some nice makeup. She'd deal with it. She was dealing with it.
Actively.
Tonight, in her absolutely wonderful internship at the Civisect Rehab Facility, which she more or less was grateful for every night she came in for it, she was to do some triaging. Her assignment was to go to the available soft plush office and to talk to newcomers and to see where they were supposed to go. It was a chance to come into contact with the fascinating and twisted minds of her fellow trolls, and also a great chance to suck up to the facility's staff, and - if she was lucky - she could see what she, herself, could do.
She stepped into the office briskly. "Hello, hello!" she greeted them with caffiene-fuelled half-fake cheer. She "And how are you tonight?" |
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2016 9:45 pm
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Was the room moving? No, he was moving... in small circles, almost as if he were about to get up but not really. How long had he been sitting there? He felt his irritation rise, but was far too tired to do anything about it. Not to mention Thypion would probably stop him. They came to get some assistance, not to get permanently checked in. That was also a risk...
He barely seemed to register it when the older troll entered the room. In fact, he didn't seem to acknowledge her until she'd gotten her question out. He blinked, internal cogs churning in his thinkpan to get him moving again. It was time to say something! "Hello." He finally responded- flat, emotionless, tired. He yawned.
He knew the question she asked was typical- it was polite conversation but he was too tired for polite conversation. "Not good. Need to sleep, can't." Short, to the point, perhaps too vague, but he wasn't exactly thinking about that. Thypion's heads both looked from Deimos to the redblood, then back again before emitting double low huffs to get him to talk more. He wasn't successful. Dei was, by that point, just blankly staring at her with a look that indicated he wasn't entirely present.
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Posted: Sat Jan 14, 2017 10:11 pm
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Check, check, scribble, check... Psykgi watched him closely, listening - or pretending to understand - what he was trying to tell her. Oof. She thought. Well. What she'd managed to get was a fairly complete, if awkward list!
"So you've been... exercising, reading, boring yourself, counting, music... how about white noise?" she asked, hovering over her list. "Sometimes it works."
"Any sleep pills? Medications?" she asked, "It sounds like you're at that point, you know."
"So when you can't sleep..." she continued - she didn't know how long she was going to have his attention, but the attention of her supervisors (she usually just assumed that someone was always watching her), "Is it your mind or your body doing it - can you not get comfortable, or can you not stop thinking?" |
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Posted: Fri Jun 02, 2017 4:32 pm
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"Hmm!" She scribbled down some notes on a notepad. "So, theres a few things we can do here - medicine to quiet your mind down or push you into sleep is an option, thats why you came here..." She watched him carefully - he was really a little out of it, wasn't he? She could keep it short. "But, from what you're telling me, I think you definitely need more than just meds." Another moment of assessment - he was clearly running out of patience. To the point, then.
"With that kind of disconnect between your body and your mind, and with the sort of, er, attention, that you're describing, I think the best course is actually going to be a combo therapy and medicine. Getting someone to work with you, regulate your doses and medicine cocktails, figure out what you need - that sort of thing." Of course she was recommending therapy, she thought sardonically, but really - it did seem like the best option. A (normally) uncharacteristic anxiety trilled through her. Glob, she thought, I sure hope I'm calling this right. She was, after all, an intern. A trained, qualified intern, but... still... No, I have to be confident here. I'm right.
"Are you willing to stay the day here, today or in the near future?" she asked. If he stayed over, she could recommend a lot more. |
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Posted: Wed Jun 21, 2017 10:31 am
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"Yes." Psykgi said, "Of course. Fair enough." She closed her eyes a moment - she needed to get some rest herself. If he was rested, he might realize that this was a good option. Or he might not. Maybe she could weight it somehow?
"Tell you what, give me a moment. I'll be right back. I think I can at least send you home with a sample bottle of one of the medications, to try out you know?" She had to get that approved, but it shouldn't be an issue. It was, after all, a trial bottle. It wasn't something that the doctor needed to outright prescribe, there wasn't much they could do if he wanted to leave (no reason to keep him there by force and risk his lusus going amok after all) and she was pretty sure she'd been authorized to give it out to 'see what happened'. It was probably fine, and if it got him to come back, so much the better. "Be right back!" she said, waving at him as she left the room.
After some quick checking and negotiation and clipboard waving, she returned. "Here you go!" she said, offering a small bottle of pills, "This ought to slow your thoughts down a little. Take two with your last meal of the night and... no more than 8, all right? The rehabilitation center is not responsible for anything that happens if you take more than that." She noted it all down on the clipboard. There, the required legal stuff was out of the way. It was so annoying, it really broke up the flow of the conversation. "And try a white noise machine. They can help a lot!"
She opened the door to let Deimos and his lusus out, "Come back when you decide you want to try therapy!" |
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