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.]]

[mischief_fred]

"Oh, tough luck for George, then. He said hello to the world seven minutes before I showed my face!" Fred said cheerfully. He just might have been lying, but it didn't really matter either way, did it?

[doctorkilljoy]

"Er..." Killjoy looks around helplessly. "Quite."

[mischief_fred]

Nonplussed at Dr. Killjoy's speechlessness, Fred grinned. "I reckon my dad might like one of your projectors. He collects Muggle artifacts. Might I have one?"

[doctorkilljoy]

"Why, of course!" Killjoy exclaims jovially. He gestures towards the floor at the boy's feet, where a projector has somehow appeared. "All yours for the taking, and I promise never to use it to come into your home uninvited."

[homsarhomsar]

The offer of a projector was nearly too much for Homsar's marshmallowy heart to handle. Could this be the machine he needed to start the Jeffersons? He had had The Jeffersons for a while now, but he still hadn't the first clue about how to start them.

Wait, could this be Patra???

He blibbled in triple time over to Dr. Killjoy, his bowler hat doing 360s in sextuple time. "DaaaAAAAaaaAAAAaaaAAAA!" he said all in a rush. "I'm looking for my AAA representative!"

Maybe now he'd finally get his piece of the pie. The anticipation was starting to roast his marshmallowy insides.

[doctorkilljoy]

Oh, the poor soul. His mind is clearly in a more fragile state than most, to make him think he was in the offices of AAA. Killjoy pulls a notepad from his apron pocket and flips it open. "Indeed?" he asks, the very picture of attentiveness. "Can you tell me more about this representative? What does he mean to you?"

[homsarhomsar]

Homsar wanted so badly to see what was on the notepad. That had to be the map. The map that would point him to the key for starting The Jeffersons. But he couldn't risk making a sudden move and scaring Patra (if this really was Patra) away, so instead he hung back in his place. He would answer whatever Patra wanted to ask him. He just wanted that map so much. He needed it.

"DaaaAAAAaaaAAAAaaaAAAA! He's my personal Jesus!" Homsar replied, an earnest timbre evident in his muppety voice. He was going to be completely honest. Anything for that map.

[doctorkilljoy]

Does that make sense? It obviously makes sense to the odd creature. Killjoy jots down this observation in his near-illegible handwriting and looks back up to see his new patient eye balling the notepad. A quick note about that, as well, then, "Tell me about your personal Jesus, then. Is he here with us, right now? Do other have difficulty seeing him? Is he, perhaps, inside your mind?"

[c_macaulay]

... what we see is only a projection, beamed from a great distance, light shining at us from a dead star ...

She had dreamed Henry's ghost for years, a sort of visitation, before Hogwarts made him corporeal again; but Camilla had never seen Julian Morrow's words rendered as a literal truth, until now.

Though she read the application with interest, it didn't tell her what she was most curious to know.

"How did it come about that you've been resurrected here without a body?"

[doctorkilljoy]

Killjoy smiles and graces the lady a courteous bow. "Though I like to think myself a genius most grand, in truth, I am unsure. My last clear memory of my faded humanity was a small riot in my institute's courtyard. When I awoke, I was what you see now. That was eighty years past, long before I arrived here."

[c_macaulay]

Camilla smiled. His antiquated manners were, to her, simply good manners. "If you had acquired a body, you mightn't be able to remember what you'd been doing for those eighty years," she offered. "My friend's that way -- he's forgotten."

But Camilla remembered.

[doctorkilljoy]

"Thoroughly plausible," he agrees. "I shudder to think. But this friend, you mention. If you'll abide my curiosity, that is; I have transcended the body's constraints, but he has returned from the dead? In literal?"

[charlesofdensen]

"They're twins."

[doctorkilljoy]

"One of them still had to be born before the other." Killjoy thought for a moment, then added, "Unless you mean they were Siamese twins, in which case I'm astonished they both survived."