- IC CONTACT POST FOR MASKORMENACE -

[slightlyoffchilt]

"Hello.

You've reached the direct line of Doctor Frederick Chilton. As I am not available at the moment, you might assume I'm quite busy with something pressing. State your name and business, and I will return your call."

Comments

[textualhealing]

Too righteous.

[slightlyoffchilt]

That mouthy one who goes by Ramir. She appears to enjoy punching things.

[textualhealing]

Yeah. She's not a bad choice. But again, p sure she's busy.

What about Lucifer?

[slightlyoffchilt]

You're only saying that to irritate me.

I know you.

[textualhealing]

Why would that irritate you? I'm perfectly serious.

[slightlyoffchilt]

Because I need not grapple with the intricacies of different universes and parallel, divergent time streams. I don't need to be lectured upon how time curves space and space guides time. I won't need to evolve past the fact that your born world has spirits and magic -- because I already know you're not delusional. Beyond imPorts, and presumably the government, do you think the average local here comprehends the subtleties of a multiverse for lack of living it?

[Chilton leveled her a look, his mouth a small and dry line.]

But, by all means, the decision is yours. There are other psychiatrists in this very building who would gladly acquire you.

[Acquire her. As if her status of an imPort would render her emotional distress only secondary to her novelty -- a sentiment Chilton was immune to, given his equal stance as an imPort.]

[slightlyoffchilt]

You know as well as I do that Lucifer and I aren't on the most chummy of terms. What if he were to whisk you away? What am I do to about my drinking companion? Raina isn't fond of the bars you prefer.

[rathercommon]

[ And that is a good ploy. If there's anything Kitty is sensitive to, it's her own independence, her feeling of being free and unfettered. That word makes her bristle, almost visibly. ]

Acquire?

[maime]

bout stuff that happened when I got ported
details in person, better that way

[Freelancer paranoia and all that.]

[slightlyoffchilt]

Let us not kid ourselves, Kitty. Very few locals would see us as something on par with their own humanity.

[He speaks briskly, perhaps callously matter-of-fact.]

[slightlyoffchilt]

Homeworld trauma. I see.

What time tomorrow?

[textualhealing]

Would you be jealous?
Brb gonna call Luci for a drinking night.

[rathercommon]

[ And that draws a little bit of her displeasure onto him - ]

I have plenty of local friends, you know.

[slightlyoffchilt]

Don't do that. You know he would choose a gimmicky, hellish breed of bar.

[textualhealing]

Ugh, he would. You'd think Satan would have more taste.

[slightlyoffchilt]

The greatest trick he's ever pulled is fooling the masses into thinking he has taste. I believe that in of itself is biblical.

[slightlyoffchilt]

And yet, I don't see you asking them for advice.

[rathercommon]

[ ...Good point. ]

I'll seem full of myself if I start going on about how, Oh, in the future I'll be Prime Minister.

[textualhealing]

Idk man, you have me fooled a whole bunch of times until I remember what you're wearing.

[slightlyoffchilt]

What sort of friends are these locals, who would consider your ego over your angst?

[He didn't blink once, while inquiring that.]

[slightlyoffchilt]

One might question why your consideration of my clothing comes well after the fact of our interaction.

But I suppose we are well past that, aren't we?

[slightlyoffchilt]

I will ensure his success -- and thus, our mutual success.

[Any endeavor against Crane had to be lathered in their triumph, Chilton calculated. He knew he didn't have the clarify that further, Will would understand. Will always understood -- and perhaps, sometimes, Chilton took that for granted. Perhaps that's why it was so easy for him (despite his bouts of paranoia) to crawl back into Will Graham's graces without the burden of immediate self-doubt. Perhaps his need to be recognized by someone like Will would always overpower his fitful fear.]

I'll send the paperwork to you by noon tomorrow. Expect a courier.

[rathercommon]

[ A little uncomfortable shrug. ]

That's not the sort of thing you'd pull out in casual conversation, is it. I mean, would you brag about something you've not even accomplished yet?

[textualhealing]

Literally the only bonus to seeing you naked is it's better than some of the tie and shirt combos you wear.

[slightlyoffchilt]

A selective serotonin reuptake inhibitor -- that is what an SSRI stands for. The drug limits the reabsorption of serotonin, which in turn increases the levels of serotonin in the synaptic cleft. The theory goes that individuals prone to debilitating depression and anxiety cannot properly process average levels of serotonin, and that compounds their psychological distress.

[Chilton waved his hand, impatient -- while it was wholly within Toby's right to inquire, Chilton didn't want to devil out the details. He was much too used to his own command.]

I am assuming your vampiric brain is still similar to its human counterpart.

[But he didn't know for sure, and that's why he wanted to experiment.]

Being around him makes you happy. [Repetition with lingering doubt.] In your current depressive state, he is like an intoxication to you?