[log] The Cat Came Back [closed]

[0thingsonmymind]

Characters: Brian, Ginger, Jade, Leon
Location House 83
Date: Day/Night 77
Summary: There is a house that once had cats but now it has people. Stuff happens.
Warnings: General mental illness for Brian, I can't think of anything else but will add if needed.

Make topleves or something. That's how this works, right?

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[0thingsonmymind]

*He stares at her for a few moments as he turns that over in his head.*

Oh...kay?
I donot think I have heard of peo ple sick here be fore. Except when admin causes it and every one gets some thing.

[eclecticbassist]

Hm. From what I can tell, it sounds like the administrator hasn't made people sick so much as delusional.

[ She'd ask more about these mystery illnesses, but... ]

Does your throat feel any better?

[0thingsonmymind]

*He nods.*

Yes, that too.

He sighs and shakes his head.

No. Talk ing hurts. I am not supposed to talk.

[eclecticbassist]

[ Okay, she's starting to put two and two together. He's usually very... tight-lipped, but he feels compelled to talk. The administrator does weird stuff like that all the time, but like he said, it affects everyone. Except, didn't one of the guides describe something similar happening when...

Oh.

[ Her doggy ears slowly droop as she begins to suspect that he, well... died. How awful! :( ]

Jeez, I'm sorry-- has the pain gotten better since you started talking? Like, is your throat 'used' to it yet?

[0thingsonmymind]

No, it just hurts. I cannot stop it.

*He's gone so long without talking it'll probably take a few days to stop hurting. He's hoping it won't last that long.*

Why doyou care?

[eclecticbassist]

[ This is the saddest shit I ever did see. Christ. ]

Um, because you are uncomfortable? [ She's doing the confused dog thing again. ]

[0thingsonmymind]

*He cants his head as well.*

So? It does not matter to you.

[eclecticbassist]

It does matter, though! Because I care.

[ Oh boy, looks like she needs to cover the absolute basics. ]

What I'm trying to say is... I do not want people to be unhappy? Um, not just because I feel bad when someone else is upset; that is a really self-centered reason to be nice! It's simply my gut reaction, I guess.

[0thingsonmymind]

You want peo ple tobe happy....be cause it makes you hap py?

*It may be self-centered, but he understands that sort of reasoning.*

[eclecticbassist]

Well, it wouldn't make me happy to please someone I dislike, but I wouldn't want them to be miserable. Being nice just... feels like what I'm supposed to do.

[ No one else has the same obligation, of course; Jade Harley -- and only Jade Harley -- is not entitled to such consideration. ]

It does feel really good when I make my friends happy, though, yes!

[0thingsonmymind]

Friends

*He doesn't get friends. He thought he had one, even though other people somehow considered him a friend, but after everything that happened when he tried to say goodbye...he's not so sure.*

How doyou know who is friend?

*'Feels like what I'm supposed to do.' He sure knows that feeling...he just never expected it to apply to something like this. What purpose could that serve?*

[eclecticbassist]

I don't know, um... I guess if I like being around someone? Or just talking to them. And if we know each other, of course.

[ Hoo-boy, could she tell him a few things about being Vaguely Compelled to reach a Mysterious Goal. Spoiler alert: it probably won't end well. "...and so too when the time comes, it collapses in on itself, taking all else with it," JeSUS CHRIST ]

[0thingsonmymind]

*He considers for a few moments, mumbling lightly to himself, before shaking his head.*

I donot under stand.

*It didn't end so well for him either. That seems to be common.*

[eclecticbassist]

Huh.

[ How to put this really simply? ]

Well then... I consider someone a friend when I like interacting with them, and they like interacting with me. Does that make sense?

[0thingsonmymind]

*He shakes his head.*

No. I amnot to be liked.

[eclecticbassist]

[ aaaand Jade has hit peak Concern™ ]

You... think you are unlikeable?

[0thingsonmymind]

It does not mat ter. Itis not important--needed that I am liked.

*He doesn't sound sad about it in any way. Its just how things are.*

I need to do--to make to do, not to like d.

[eclecticbassist]

That is understandable, sort of.

[ It's funny because her entire existence was built around helping her friends. ]

But... I can only imagine feeling that way because of people I care about! I mean, making sure they are safe and happy is what I need to do, not just being liked.

[0thingsonmymind]

It is not what I needto do.

*And, lets be honest, he doesn't understand much beyond what he believes he needs to do.*

[eclecticbassist]

What do you need to do?

[ Wouldn't we all like to know. ]

[0thingsonmymind]

Find the ark.

*Well, and make Alex pay, but he's not here anymore. If he ever returns, though.*

[eclecticbassist]

[ Heeere we go. They could totally bond over having Vitally Important goals that they couldn't hope to explain. ]

Um, what's that?

[0thingsonmymind]

The ark is ALL. Itis every thing--answers, safety, every thing. The most--the only--the most impor tant.

*He's still pretty crap at emoting while speaking but its obvious this topic is something he's very passionate--such as it is--about.*

[eclecticbassist]

Ah, I see.

[ The words themselves don't make a whole lot of sense, but his attempt at a tone speaks for itself. ]

Don't strain yourself, okay? Shh.

[0thingsonmymind]

*He shakes his head.*

It is okay if I am hurt. If I die. I might have. As long as some one--Tim or Tim or may be...no, if some one can reach it, itis worth it.

*He'd like to find it himself, but if he helps someone get there then at least his life wasn't wasted.*