Someone's in the Nexus today. Someone who, from the looks of it, has no clue how to apply makeup. Otherwise those bags under his eyes would be covered up. But oh well, at least Reilly Tyne's a snazzy dresser
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"Among many other things, there is the fact that my being in such good circumstances now after...everything is nothing short of a miracle."
Guillame looks very, very sympathetic. "A glass of water, some sort of reminder that there are other people in the house or at least in the general vicinity. A few deep breaths, and reflection on the fact that it is not actually happening and in all likelihood will not happen -- at least not again. Playing good music very quietly can help, too."
He counts off the different methods as he weighs them over. "Well, I live alone and around rather apathetic people, so that probably won't help. The rest of it is good, though. I might even have some music that could help."
...Okay, so the music in question is recordings of Catholic choirs but everyone gets to sleep in their own way.
Catholic choral stuff sounds just right for the job to Guillame. "I hope it does help. I...do not know how I will handle such things when the time comes that I should be living alone."
"Sensory deprivation tank might be worth a try. It'll either make things better or worse."
... why do all of Tim's suggestions always have that kind of aspect to them. Tim slouches fluidly onto a couch in exaggeratedly casual teenage fashion, dressed for the rich white preppy kid persona he has to sport when he's in Bruce's universe, and rests the heels of his ridiculously expensive sneakers on the edge of the seat cushions. He looks unnaturally well-rested. Bastard.
"Or maybe, well..." His expression assumes deadpan innocuousness. "... a massage or something?" He's really, really trying to conversationally claw away from the pit of doom that is insinuation. "Temples, forehead? Works great on headaches, too."
"Why wouldn't I be surprised if you had a sensory deprivation tank handy?"
Oh god no, is that a faint smile on Reilly's face? Clearly something is wrong. Or perhaps he just finds Tim's attempts to make it very clear his suggestions can't be misconstructed amusing. It could be that, too.
"...That's not a bad suggestion. I have been having headaches too, now that I think about it. It couldn't hurt to look into it."
He sort of rolls his eyes, but not all the way around, so it ends up something of an eyeshift.
"It's not handy. It's in storage." He says tartly. "... I don't know. Maybe it'd just be uncomfortable for you, anyway. Whereas letting people with possible knowledge of pressure point systems, shiatsu techniques, and nerve strikes near my fragile brain is totally relaxing, for me."
You can almost see the dotted red line that marks Tim's 'personal space' territory! That's a little more than an arm's length, sir!
In respect to Tim's dotted red line of personal space, Reilly's not going to share the fact that he actually does prefer to be in the company of people who can incapacitate him. But that's just because he used to share a body with an uncontrollable demon, really.
"Yes, Tim. I'm going to get a masseuse who can kill me. I'm not sure why you think I would do that, but yes, it is exactly what I will do. Because I'm ever so suicidal." Reilly will also not mention that one time he killed himself. "I see your point but I'm reasonably sure I could defend myself in a situation like that."
In answer to the second question, that-kid-wearing-a-cold-mask, aka Enzan, just holds out a bottle of pills. "Sleeping pills. It's the only thing that worked for me.
"Thank you, but no thanks. I haven't had... much success with those." Not to mention Reilly would feel kind of weird taking pills from a kid.
"I don't disagree with your point but I'm afraid it doesn't quite answer my question, unless you do believe just to believe. But why do you believe in whatever it is instead of believing in something else? Sorry if that sounds rude, I'm just trying to clarify."
"It's kind of a hard question to answer. If you asked me why I believed a certain thing was wrong, I could tell you. And it depends on what kind of belief you're talking about. In a religion, in a system, in a moral code...?"
"You're right, I should have been more specific in my question. I'll guess I'll ask about moral codes. That often goes along with religion, I've found - not to say religious people are automatically moral or vice-versa. So, why do you believe in your moral code?"
"If that's enough to make you believe, then I guess you really don't need more reasons." He doesn't mean for that to sound like a dismissal even though it probably does.
"I've heard that. I've had some trouble finding anything that works, though. I... don't respond well to medication."
"Experience, mostly." Hey, a near-death-near-posesson-experience can work wonders for your faith. "But a bit of what you're saying as well. I saw that people weren't doing what right."
And, holy hell, it looks like this guy can manage a smile that can't be mistaken for a smug smirk. "Ha! I think we may have just found something to agree on."
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Guillame looks very, very sympathetic. "A glass of water, some sort of reminder that there are other people in the house or at least in the general vicinity. A few deep breaths, and reflection on the fact that it is not actually happening and in all likelihood will not happen -- at least not again. Playing good music very quietly can help, too."
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He counts off the different methods as he weighs them over. "Well, I live alone and around rather apathetic people, so that probably won't help. The rest of it is good, though. I might even have some music that could help."
...Okay, so the music in question is recordings of Catholic choirs but everyone gets to sleep in their own way.
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Catholic choral stuff sounds just right for the job to Guillame. "I hope it does help. I...do not know how I will handle such things when the time comes that I should be living alone."
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And oh look a convient change of topic! "Huh. So you've never lived alone? Huh! Pardon the amazement, but that's very different from my experience."
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... why do all of Tim's suggestions always have that kind of aspect to them. Tim slouches fluidly onto a couch in exaggeratedly casual teenage fashion, dressed for the rich white preppy kid persona he has to sport when he's in Bruce's universe, and rests the heels of his ridiculously expensive sneakers on the edge of the seat cushions. He looks unnaturally well-rested. Bastard.
"Or maybe, well..." His expression assumes deadpan innocuousness. "... a massage or something?" He's really, really trying to conversationally claw away from the pit of doom that is insinuation. "Temples, forehead? Works great on headaches, too."
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Oh god no, is that a faint smile on Reilly's face? Clearly something is wrong. Or perhaps he just finds Tim's attempts to make it very clear his suggestions can't be misconstructed amusing. It could be that, too.
"...That's not a bad suggestion. I have been having headaches too, now that I think about it. It couldn't hurt to look into it."
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"It's not handy. It's in storage." He says tartly. "... I don't know. Maybe it'd just be uncomfortable for you, anyway. Whereas letting people with possible knowledge of pressure point systems, shiatsu techniques, and nerve strikes near my fragile brain is totally relaxing, for me."
You can almost see the dotted red line that marks Tim's 'personal space' territory! That's a little more than an arm's length, sir!
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"Yes, Tim. I'm going to get a masseuse who can kill me. I'm not sure why you think I would do that, but yes, it is exactly what I will do. Because I'm ever so suicidal." Reilly will also not mention that one time he killed himself. "I see your point but I'm reasonably sure I could defend myself in a situation like that."
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In answer to the second question, that-kid-wearing-a-cold-mask, aka Enzan, just holds out a bottle of pills. "Sleeping pills. It's the only thing that worked for me.
Don't... ask him why he carries those around.
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"I don't disagree with your point but I'm afraid it doesn't quite answer my question, unless you do believe just to believe. But why do you believe in whatever it is instead of believing in something else? Sorry if that sounds rude, I'm just trying to clarify."
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"It's kind of a hard question to answer. If you asked me why I believed a certain thing was wrong, I could tell you. And it depends on what kind of belief you're talking about. In a religion, in a system, in a moral code...?"
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Oh, like that will ever happen.
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"There are a lot of different aids you can find, if you know what you're doing."
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"I've heard that. I've had some trouble finding anything that works, though. I... don't respond well to medication."
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"Half of the people in pharmacy don't have a clue what they're doing." She scowls.
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And, holy hell, it looks like this guy can manage a smile that can't be mistaken for a smug smirk. "Ha! I think we may have just found something to agree on."
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