Dr. Killjoy, The Suffering

[doctorkilljoy]

There's an ancient, 16mm projector sitting on the stool. It wasn't there two seconds ago, and there doesn't seem to anyone around who could have placed it there. After a few more seconds of silence, it begins to click, winding up to speed. A beam of light is projected from the lens; it displays the image of a stereotypical surgeon from the 1920's

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[endless_del]

Delirium read the application, curious and intent. “You want to cure insanity?” she asked. “Um. why would you want to do that?”

[doctorkilljoy]

"Insanity is deviant behavior, my dear," he explains with the patience born of dealing with the less than capable for a living. "It is the result of misfiring in the human brain, which causes the poor, afflicted soul to suffer hallucinations, behavorial changes, and no end of needless suffering. My conscience simply will not allow a genius such as mine to watch these innocents without doing my utmost to aid them."

[endless_del]

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This was cause for grave consideration. “But. Um. But hallucinations can be pretty, too .” As if to illustrate, her hand drifted and dissolved like smoke, tendrils curling into a thousand tiny butterflies. “Sanity . It’s, uh, it’s overrated. Just look at the butterflies-- they think so, too.”

[doctorkilljoy]

"And do the butterflies tell you this? Do you hear them speak often?"

[[OOC: Um, am I supposed to be able to see the butterflies? Sorry, I don't know much about Delirium.]]

[endless_del]

((OOC: Ack! Sorry--should have said. Everyone can see her weird little aberrations XD))

“They do,” she said dreamily, as one drifted up and landed on her head. “They say I’m going to be> a toenail when I grow up.”

[doctorkilljoy]

[[No problem. Killjoy's seen much stranger things anyway, I'm sure.]]

Killjoy thinks for a moment, then draws out his notepad to record the observation, seems to talk in word salad potential schizophrenia? neurosis definite

"A toenail, you say!" he says aloud. "Most fascinating. Do go on."

[endless_del]

“Do you know how sometimes you can think snow tastes like pennies, and it reminds you of something you put in a box, and when you found it later it had turned into Q-Tips? It’s like…Um. I forgot..”

She paused, troubled, and then, “I have a fishie.” Her hand coalesced back into solidity, just as a shoal of minute fish swam out from her hair. “Do you want one?”

[doctorkilljoy]

"Er...no."

This is beyond even Killjoy's immense experience. It's possible some of her apparent insanity is merely the product of her odd powers. Perhaps she is one of the rare individual who truly is misunderstood. Killjoy assumes he must sound quite mad himself to the outsider, speaking of his immortality. He quietly returns the notepad to its pocket.

[endless_del]

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How do you make people sane? she asked curiously. Her hair, curious itself, shifted from multicolored to a vivid, uniform orange.

[doctorkilljoy]

[[I'm still just marveling you have the patience to do that. It's very pretty and colorful, though.]]

"Well, sometimes, merely talking to them and making them face their insanity is sufficient. Other times, more drastic measures are called for, such as aversion therapy, where I would give the patient a mild shock to discourage unwanted behaviors. And of course, it is sometimes necessary to simply remove the offending area of brain, which at least sends the patient into a state of numb euphoria for the rest of his or life, thereby ending the suffering."

Killjoy nods, pleased to have such an attentive, if somewhat off, audience for once. His last patient had decided to destroy all his projectors rather than listen. Quite irritating.

[endless_del]

She stared. "You take out part of their brains?" she asked, as the fish, suddenly disturbed, darted back into her hair. "Doesn't that hurt?"

[doctorkilljoy]

Killjoy waved his hand dismissively, as though such petty concerns were beneath him. "Of course, not. The patient is first anesthetized, and by the time he awakes, the whole ordeal is long over."

[endless_del]

"Do they get to keep the brains?" she asked. She would name hers Billy, if she had a piece.

[doctorkilljoy]

Something about this woman was making Killjoy's head hurt. He'd dealt with insanity on a much greater scale than she displayed. In fact, she was fairly benign, the sort he would let wander the grounds and pick daisies and have a regular room instead of a padded one.

He shook his head, as much to clear it as to answer. "Er, no. Usually, I put them in a jar for further study."

Vote: Ravenclaw!

[endless_del]

"You study them?" she said. "Oh, you're a Ravenclaw. They're all brains in there.”

Re: Vote: Ravenclaw!

[doctorkilljoy]

Killjoy sighed in general relief. Maybe that meant she would leave now. "Yes, thank you," he said. One must always be polite, after all.