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omegafools2014-05-15 10:07 am
omegamods) wrote in omegafools2014-05-15 10:07 am
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[ He scribbles some notes down briefly, and then looks up, tapping his pen against his chin in thought. ]
The stress of leading a double-life can cause more psychological distress than may be immediately obvious. Thus, the main purpose behind this is to speak to a qualified professional who is in a similar situation. So please do not be alarmed if the topic of your more, ah... mundane life comes up.
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It is somewhat unlikely that specifics will be of any consequence, anyway.
You mentioned something about not being sure if you can die, though?
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I remember the crash-and then I woke up in a diner, with five cups of coffee and a plate of pancakes in me. I'd been out cold for 72 hours and somehow moved 30 miles without being aware of it. So yeah, that kinda creeps me out, I won't lie.
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Pancakes are tasty...
[ If he had wanted to try to figure out how Kerbal-X's powers worked from that information, that story had opened up a lot of vectors of inquiry. Was his body chemistry such that pancakes had some kind of regenerative property for him? Did they have real maple syrup, or the fake kind? Or maybe it was the coffee? 30 miles was a long distance to travel, potentially on foot, in 72 hours, but a stack of pancakes was not very much to eat afterwards. Maybe Kerbal-X's power wasn't regeneration at all, but latent teleportation that could only be subconsciously triggered and it confused him so much that his mind blanked out that entire span of time. So many questions.
That wasn't why they were here, though. Rule number one of being a genius mad
doctorscientist is separating your work life from your... many other work lives. It would just be rude for a healer to be trying to figure out his patient's powers when he was supposed to be figuring out his mind. ]Ah, so... the way you relate that particular sequence of events seems to have a bit of a negative bias. Would you say that this was primarily how you felt at the time?
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[Kerbal-X himself isn't sure how his powers work-and he's not terribly keen to test them out. Since it would probably inovlve...you know, dying.]
Well, it's a hell of a way to find out, isn't it? I mean, one minute I'm in freefall because my parachute ripped itself in half, and the next I'm in a dinner with a bill staring me in the face. So yeah, it was a bad shock and I felt pretty negative about it.
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[ Dr. Telephosphor nods thoughtfully. Honestly, these seem like the thoughts of a normal man confronted with abnormal circumstances. He's not willing to jump to conclusions yet, but at least from the sounds of it Kerbal-X isn't exactly jumping off of buildings screaming, "I LAUGH IN DEATH'S FACE! MWAHAHAHAHA!" Which is definitely a coping mechanism that one might realistically develop in his situation.
On the other hand... parachute.
Initially, Telephosphor had thought that Kerbal-X was attempting to give the impression that he was in an automobile accident without actually lying and saying so, but if that were the case he had just somewhat blown his cover. There were probably only so many people in Venture City who did things in their daily lives that involved parachutes and also had spacesuits conveniently lying around. Given a list of names and a map, Telephosphor could probably figure out who this guy was, and the only reason he hadn't was because he hadn't been living here long enough to know who all of the local crackpots were. (And also because the question of Kerbal-X's identity wasn't directly related to science - and not at all to his specific areas of scientific study - so he didn't care.)
"My," he considers saying, "you do seem to get up to quite a lot in your 'mundane' life. Have you considered that perhaps having regenerative powers is not the strangest thing about you?"
However, that would seem rather hypocritical coming from a space alien who lives in an abandoned laboratory full of plants he has engineered to be bioluminescent. Everyone has a hobby, after all, and some people take theirs very seriously. ]
Ah... [ He scribbles a few more notes. ] ... Has this happened on any other occasions?
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[That memory makes Jeb wince under his helmet-not only had he been conscious while he was on fire from his burning jetpack, but he had even maintained consciousness after smashing his face into the side of the building. It had been the ground that had done him in. So he'd had about five seconds to realize he'd gong blind, broken his nose, and probably his jaw.]
It only took a day for me to show up after that one, but that time I found myself in a sushi joint with like...the entire spread inside me. The chef looked impressed, but I just felt bloated.
The weird part? I was in San Diego! I still haven't figured out how I got there.
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Really, near-death experiences are something you kind of sign up for as a superhero. Risking life and limb for the greater good is essentially in the job description. That said, if it had happened to him he would have been beyond disturbed. In fact, vaguely similar things had - at least in the sense of being about to die and then being miraculously saved in the nick of time - and those experiences still kept him awake at night sometimes. Comparatively, Jeb seemed almost... casual about the whole thing.
('The weirdest part was the fact that you woke up 500 miles away? Really?')
On the other hand, that little twitch of the neck reminded Sherri that there was probably quite a bit of information he was missing for not being able to see his patient's face. To a certain extent this would be true of any Super, but even a mask would disclose more body language than Jeb's space helmet. If he looked carefully, he could just make out the silhouette of a face through that reflective visor, and he could more or less tell when Jeb turned his head, but he could see nothing of an actual face. Even as far as other body language went, spacesuits were not particularly designed for gestural communication, and so the intricacy of Jeb's movements left a lot to be desired. To a certain extent, Sherri supposed it was probably a similar experience to the one most humans had when trying to communicate with him.
That said, all was not lost. It was not time to give up, nor merely to complain, but to dig in one's heels, roll up one's sleeves, and get messy. Clinical psychology was necessarily a blind science: theory and method employed on a live system where results were often experienced third-hand at best. It was at times a chase full of wrong turns, dead ends, and even actual traps - but the insight, the moment when a piece of the puzzle finally resolved into clear lines - was so intensely satisfying. It was fractal beauty. It was as perfect and pure as math. It was the closest thing Sherri knew to what humans called "art."
And this was quite a lot of thinking that he had done in a very short span of time. ]
... Ah. How... inexplicable. I, ah... must admit to some curiosity as to how you got home in both instances, but, ah... that is probably not the important question.
[ He fidgets a bit with the pen in his hands. It takes some restraint to continue speaking English and avoid bursting into a series of croaks and warbles. ]
What is more concerning is whether or not this has influenced your attitudes about death in any way. That is a large question, and I do not think we can approach it directly at this time, but ah... it leads me to wonder, do you have religion?