Asylum Log II; [Audio]
DR. SEWARD'S DIARY.
19 August, 1897.-..it is some form of religious mania which has seized him. If so, we must look out for squalls, for a strong man with homicidal and religious mania at once might be dangerous. The combination is a dreadful one. At nine o' clock I visited him myself. His attitude to me was the same as that to the attendant; in his sublime self-feeling the difference between myself and the attendance seemed to him as nothing. It looks like religious mania, and he will soon think that he himself is God. These infinitesimal distinctions between man and man are too paltry for an Omnipotent Being. How these madmen give themselves away! The real God taketh heed lest a sparrow fall; but the God created from human vanity sees no difference between an eagle and a sparrow. Oh, if men only knew!
[There came the distant sound of a voice through the radio receiver, though it was definitely too far off to be considered 'live.' More like background noise, really. Then, a 'rap-tap' that was much more distinct and clear, such as a pen dropping. Whoever was on the other end of the feed was listening to a recording: A brief reflection on the psychiatric evaluation of an unnamed patient whose morbidly excitable nature and widely varying moods had afforded the doctor great interest from his own time.
A sudden silence indicated that he'd placed the phonograph on 'pause', followed by a short bout of shuffling as if he were getting up from his chair.
Nearing the window now it wasn't hard to hear the distant roll of thunder and rain pattering against the pane. The skies were grey and bleak tonight, much like how Seward felt at the moment. ]
This has all been very sudden...I've been given so much to think about presently. And it would seem everyone's gone mad.
Even I. Even I've gone mad...
[And there a breathless sigh. Is he talking to himself, or directing it at the receiver? It makes for a distortion above questionable matters, or at least, would have, if not for the odd 'tink' of glass being flicked by what was audibly fingernails.]
[Fingernails that dragged; Fingernails that would 'clink' their way along the surface of said glass, and....Was that a needle? And a soft inhale as it was inserted into the vein, no doubt.]
It may be the cure to my present troubles, I'm afraid...Or at least, I may induce sleep to-night, for I'm left in low spirits.
[ooc: Poor Seward. Seems the depression hasn't been going well for him, and the green mistletoe made it all the more difficult. He's taken morphine, so expect him to be....Loopy after a while.~
Edit: Forgot to mention this follows this in-progress thread. Seems the effects are lasting quite a while longer due to his mental state. He may be an emotional idiot but he'll quiet down soon enough.]
19 August, 1897.-..it is some form of religious mania which has seized him. If so, we must look out for squalls, for a strong man with homicidal and religious mania at once might be dangerous. The combination is a dreadful one. At nine o' clock I visited him myself. His attitude to me was the same as that to the attendant; in his sublime self-feeling the difference between myself and the attendance seemed to him as nothing. It looks like religious mania, and he will soon think that he himself is God. These infinitesimal distinctions between man and man are too paltry for an Omnipotent Being. How these madmen give themselves away! The real God taketh heed lest a sparrow fall; but the God created from human vanity sees no difference between an eagle and a sparrow. Oh, if men only knew!
[There came the distant sound of a voice through the radio receiver, though it was definitely too far off to be considered 'live.' More like background noise, really. Then, a 'rap-tap' that was much more distinct and clear, such as a pen dropping. Whoever was on the other end of the feed was listening to a recording: A brief reflection on the psychiatric evaluation of an unnamed patient whose morbidly excitable nature and widely varying moods had afforded the doctor great interest from his own time.
A sudden silence indicated that he'd placed the phonograph on 'pause', followed by a short bout of shuffling as if he were getting up from his chair.
Nearing the window now it wasn't hard to hear the distant roll of thunder and rain pattering against the pane. The skies were grey and bleak tonight, much like how Seward felt at the moment. ]
This has all been very sudden...I've been given so much to think about presently. And it would seem everyone's gone mad.
Even I. Even I've gone mad...
[And there a breathless sigh. Is he talking to himself, or directing it at the receiver? It makes for a distortion above questionable matters, or at least, would have, if not for the odd 'tink' of glass being flicked by what was audibly fingernails.]
[Fingernails that dragged; Fingernails that would 'clink' their way along the surface of said glass, and....Was that a needle? And a soft inhale as it was inserted into the vein, no doubt.]
It may be the cure to my present troubles, I'm afraid...Or at least, I may induce sleep to-night, for I'm left in low spirits.
[ooc: Poor Seward. Seems the depression hasn't been going well for him, and the green mistletoe made it all the more difficult. He's taken morphine, so expect him to be....Loopy after a while.~
Edit: Forgot to mention this follows this in-progress thread. Seems the effects are lasting quite a while longer due to his mental state. He may be an emotional idiot but he'll quiet down soon enough.]