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[That's a no, and comes with the slightest head shake to maybe indicate. idk if William checked it but it's been checked in medical before, they're dead jim. Necrozoospermia is slapped in his med chart somewhere, the 100% dead mystery ghost kind where everything else seems normal. #nations]
[William scratches his chin thoughtfully, his forehead creased with concern. Perhaps what Ned was checking is of some importance. There's no way of knowing for sure.] Well, [he says at length.] Well we've got some options, but just like the recon syndrome, there's a high chance we've got to see it while you're symptomatic. Cassandra Anderson has been kind enough to help me with some Medical Research, so she might assent to help us with this matter.
I don't know of any precedent for this. But if it happens again, and we can predict it will given the regularity of occurrence you two is surmising about, [William folds his arms.] She could be on-call to come in and read your intent. Dr. Gallo has also got some analytical powers could be helpful, and the elves-- uh. Galadriel, Lúthien. They're attuned to other things. We can set up a team to have on-call, or you can come in and stay awhile for observation.
[William can also snoop around Ned's dreams but
.........he's rather cagey about obtaining consent for that, don't ask me why. Something to do with secret demons.]
[and here all he wanted to know was if he could do the equivalent of chaining himself to one spot while he slept. William ticks through options and - other than a brief glance away at the first mention of Cassandra - the longer it goes on the more solemn and worried his expression gets.
A beat, and it'd normally be more of a minute than a beat while he turns things over, but if he stays silent for too long William will probably never stop talking. (Does Heather just talk over him? He doesn't get it.)]
So.
[Another beat, like if he interrupts the silence at the right intervals it'll give him a few more blessed quiet seconds to think. And then he just decides, fuck it, and leaves the feed running while he rolls out of view, no explanation given. It's not that hard to figure out though - there's a snick in the background and when he returns it's with a cigarette in hand.]
Don't know about reading my intent. Or. Might be a waste of time. [Smoke.] Mostly a pain in the ass. Didn't seem dangerous. I didn't, I mean. She said it was creepy and then okay when she took me back to bed.
[All right now William is taking out the scary words. But he does it gently enough, with his tone of voice, that sort of thing.]
Unless you been having like completely unrelated syndromes taking up one after another. Even if the ship mediates everything, it might be worth knowing about. But it's up to you, of course; like you said, ain't dangerous, just more shit to wig you out. [William opens both hands; an as-you-like, by-your-leave gesture. He's impressed as much as he can.]
[Well okay that sounds bad. Really bad. While Netherlands might not be prone to panic (unless dude constantly wears a mask that fucks with one's head and then goes on anti-anxiety medications to stave off the subsequent panic attacks and then forgets to take said medications, you know, unless that, which luckily has not happened right here) he is a worrywart.
And really, he's mostly not sure about talking to Cassandra. (A little bit annoyed with the thought of inviting strangers into his private life too.) Not because he doesn't like her - he does from what he's network stalked - but. Takeshi.
Smoke smoke.]
How can she help, then.
[gj netherlands don't specify who you're talking about - at least he catches it a second later.]
There are a few other mentalists if you don't want Cassandra, [William is muttering at the same time, but then he catches on to the gist of what Ned is really saying in his weird unspecific way. Of course. Who wouldn't want Cassandra.] She's a telepath, so she can read thoughts.
It sounds like you were experiencing some fairly specific but unusual thoughts while you were in your fugue state. That's what I'm going to call it, [William adds.] Honestly it ain't that unusual for people under stress to enter in those sorts of things, although I know you been around long enough that it should've shown up a few centuries ago if it was ever. All I'm saying is-- maybe we can learn more about what was happening to you. Internally, cognitively. With her help.
[So that time Netherlands didn't realize that Cassie - no, Cassandra - was a telepath. That. Makes everything else make a whole hell of a lot more sense.
His eyes go wide but only for a moment, and then he's all knit brows and absorbing every word William says like gospel.]
I'll talk to her.
[Which is apparently the end of the discussion because he's shifting to disconnect.]
waiting, he can do that. Whatever. He drops his hand and, well, waits. Even waits after William stops talking for a few moments, like he's expecting another comment to come forth. (He is.) When it doesn't happen there's a slow blink and nod.]
Yeah, [William nods.] You know. Don't fuck around and brush off your symptoms, pretend they ain't happening, try to tough it out. Something odd happens, tell someone. Tell Heather.
Try not to get distracted by her sucking voraciously on the side of your fucking neck. [William props his chin on his hands and smiles suddenly. Fondly.]
[Pretend they ain't happening is definitely a Heather thing to do, has him scrubbing at his mouth like it's an inside joke he's only sharing with himself. Which is exactly what it is. Still, he nods - he'll tell Heather or William or Cassandra or someone if not all of them -
all of which is abruptly derailed when he's reminded of his neck, and instead of looking embarrassed he just reaches two fingers up to touch, shoots William the most self-satisfied smug asshole look that ever did look. Yeah, Heather's pretty great, huh.]
[William laughs at that, not loud, but someone probably glances up in Medical Bay somewhere back there; he is delighted. Things are better now, he thinks. Just a little and slowly, but they are.]
Look who got in the cream. All right then. [William reaches for the comms.] Will you swing by or send electronic transmission once the data's in, or if you need me for coordination and that shit?
[The corner of his mouth only tips up even more at the laugh. It's good, yeah. And besides - Heather said once that she told William everything, so he's assuming William will hear about this sooner or later. Might as well cast his vote in.
He sobers up quickly enough - drops his hand and nods again.]
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[That's a no, and comes with the slightest head shake to maybe indicate. idk if William checked it but it's been checked in medical before, they're dead jim. Necrozoospermia is slapped in his med chart somewhere, the 100% dead mystery ghost kind where everything else seems normal. #nations]
Her room.
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I don't know of any precedent for this. But if it happens again, and we can predict it will given the regularity of occurrence you two is surmising about, [William folds his arms.] She could be on-call to come in and read your intent. Dr. Gallo has also got some analytical powers could be helpful, and the elves-- uh. Galadriel, Lúthien. They're attuned to other things. We can set up a team to have on-call, or you can come in and stay awhile for observation.
[William can also snoop around Ned's dreams but
.........he's rather cagey about obtaining consent for that, don't ask me why. Something to do with secret demons.]
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A beat, and it'd normally be more of a minute than a beat while he turns things over, but if he stays silent for too long William will probably never stop talking. (Does Heather just talk over him? He doesn't get it.)]
So.
[Another beat, like if he interrupts the silence at the right intervals it'll give him a few more blessed quiet seconds to think. And then he just decides, fuck it, and leaves the feed running while he rolls out of view, no explanation given. It's not that hard to figure out though - there's a snick in the background and when he returns it's with a cigarette in hand.]
Don't know about reading my intent. Or. Might be a waste of time. [Smoke.] Mostly a pain in the ass. Didn't seem dangerous. I didn't, I mean. She said it was creepy and then okay when she took me back to bed.
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[All right now William is taking out the scary words. But he does it gently enough, with his tone of voice, that sort of thing.]
Unless you been having like completely unrelated syndromes taking up one after another. Even if the ship mediates everything, it might be worth knowing about. But it's up to you, of course; like you said, ain't dangerous, just more shit to wig you out. [William opens both hands; an as-you-like, by-your-leave gesture. He's impressed as much as he can.]
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And really, he's mostly not sure about talking to Cassandra. (A little bit annoyed with the thought of inviting strangers into his private life too.) Not because he doesn't like her - he does from what he's network stalked - but. Takeshi.
Smoke smoke.]
How can she help, then.
[gj netherlands don't specify who you're talking about - at least he catches it a second later.]
Cassandra.
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It sounds like you were experiencing some fairly specific but unusual thoughts while you were in your fugue state. That's what I'm going to call it, [William adds.] Honestly it ain't that unusual for people under stress to enter in those sorts of things, although I know you been around long enough that it should've shown up a few centuries ago if it was ever. All I'm saying is-- maybe we can learn more about what was happening to you. Internally, cognitively. With her help.
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His eyes go wide but only for a moment, and then he's all knit brows and absorbing every word William says like gospel.]
I'll talk to her.
[Which is apparently the end of the discussion because he's shifting to disconnect.]
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[William puts a hand out inadvertently, which is silly since he's spent his whole life in a digital age. Beyond digital.]
Uhh.
[A beat.]
Be careful. Let me know what you find?
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waiting, he can do that. Whatever. He drops his hand and, well, waits. Even waits after William stops talking for a few moments, like he's expecting another comment to come forth. (He is.) When it doesn't happen there's a slow blink and nod.]
Careful.
[That's. An odd request.]
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Try not to get distracted by her sucking voraciously on the side of your fucking neck. [William props his chin on his hands and smiles suddenly. Fondly.]
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all of which is abruptly derailed when he's reminded of his neck, and instead of looking embarrassed he just reaches two fingers up to touch, shoots William the most self-satisfied smug asshole look that ever did look. Yeah, Heather's pretty great, huh.]
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Look who got in the cream. All right then. [William reaches for the comms.] Will you swing by or send electronic transmission once the data's in, or if you need me for coordination and that shit?
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He sobers up quickly enough - drops his hand and nods again.]
Yeah.
[Aaaand cut, by one or the other.]