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legionworld2016-07-25 11:38 pm
captainbuzzkill) wrote in legionworld2016-07-25 11:38 pm
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Between the Lines [open]
Who| Dipper and YOU
What| Visiting time in Medbay
Where| Medbay
When| After "In Brightest Day"
Warnings/Notes| Dipper is seriously out of it from brainwashing and may say creepy things or show signs of mental illness. Also there is creepy scribbling on the walls
Dipper had a special room all his own in the Medbay now. Normally injured people were on the main Medbay floor, but when displacees were waking up for the first time in the 31st century, or when someone was judged as needing their own room due to their condition, they got a private room.
They had decided he was to be under observation for the first day or two after each of his telepathic treatments, which meant he'd have to stay in his Medbay room or be chaperoned by a nurse, medtech, or fellow Legionnaire if he wanted to go around Legion World. After the brief periods of observation for each treatment he'd have more freedom, but telepathic restructuring wasn't something to take lightly, and could have negative effects in the immediate time after sessions.
Since he'd shown some regressive behavior and since he'd have to keep coming back to it, the nurses and medtechs had changed Dipper's room to be a little more kid-friendly. The room could easily be restructured with a few simple commands, so the wall sconces had been changed to look like colorful seashells and the HD mural wall had been changed to a cheerful underwater view filled with colorful and beautiful alien fish darting around, making it look as if the wall was really a glass wall in the side of an aquarium.
But the other walls were blank.
Well, they had been blank originally. They'd given him a tablet and stylus to draw with but after they'd taken it away for the pictures to be examined at times, he'd decided he needed to draw and write on something that was harder for anyone to confiscate. In his current state, only the walls had seemed like something that had enough permanence, so he'd rummaged through the belongings they'd let him have in his Medbay room and found markers.
The doctors and telepaths started debating over whether erasing what was on the walls and/or taking his markers away would help him or just cause more trauma, but Aven and Dr. Ry'kerr had ultimately told them that this was their purview, as a telepathic master and psychiatrist, and that the drawings had to stay. Now that the telepaths had started fixing the damage that was done, he had false memories to sort through and throw away so the real ones could resurface and be sorted out.
So far he had filled two walls with drawings and scribbled notes. They stopped halfway up because that was the highest he could reach without a chair, but below that line it looked like someone's darkest nightmares had exploded out of someone's head and splattered directly on the walls. There were pictures of horrible monsters, both in Sinestro Corps uniforms and without them. A repeating one-eyed triangle pattern showed up everywhere, sometimes in the eyes of the monsters that wore Sinestro uniforms, as if the triangle-thing was looking out from them. There were also partly-nonsensical notes that said things like:
Kidnapping by great-uncle? Summer vacation in small town in Oregon wilderness, see: Stancakes, breaking into golf course, zombie defense/karoake
Child labor?False True Technically true but not that bad
Parents locking us in a closet = time outs in the corner, annoying but harmless
Blood murals Mom gave us normal finger paint, walls were Mabel's idea
Demonic trianglenot real real. Very real. See: Bill Cipher, body theft, Weirdmageddon
Gravity Falls weirdness = mostly real. Piedmont = normal. Parents /= mean. Parents = nice
DON'T FORGET: Mystery Twins! Mabel is real, Mabel is real, Mabel is real
While most of it was the horrible brainspew of a child trying to figure out which horrifying memories were real and which horrifying memories weren't, one wall wasn't as scary as the others. On that wall there were the crude drawings of a little girl that looked just like Dipper, except with braces and long hair, and all of them were positive. In one, there were gemstones on her face, colored dots made by his markers. In another, she was hefting up a scribbled red water balloon. In yet one more, she was younger, braces-less and with pigtails, covered in mud.
In all of them, she was laughing or smiling.
In the one where she was youngest, she was clearly just a toddler surrounded by stuffed animals. That one could've easily been mistaken as a random memory from when they were still 2 or 3, but it was much more important than that: it was the first memory. The very first thing he remembered, the exact moment that he was aware of existing -- aware enough to realize that he was really a them, that I was really we.
A name was written over and over and over around the pictures, in thick, awkward handwriting:
It wasn't his handwriting. He was trying to imitate hers, as if copying the way she wrote her name would suddenly make her real, make one of the drawings come to life so that she could hop out of the wall.
If anyone came to see him, they'd find him in patient scrubs, his hands covered in multicolored ink from accidentally touching it in places where it was still wet. He was wearing a friendship bracelet made with bright pink and purple thread on his right wrist -- something left behind by his sister after the brief time she'd showed up in the Legion's universe.
"Talking is fine," he told whoever it was that came in, because people who came in liked to talk to him apparently, even though he was clearly busy. "You can talk, I can talk, it's fine if you talk but don't. Touch. The walls. The doctors kept wanting to touch them, nobody's allowed to touch them, don't touch them."
What| Visiting time in Medbay
Where| Medbay
When| After "In Brightest Day"
Warnings/Notes| Dipper is seriously out of it from brainwashing and may say creepy things or show signs of mental illness. Also there is creepy scribbling on the walls
Dipper had a special room all his own in the Medbay now. Normally injured people were on the main Medbay floor, but when displacees were waking up for the first time in the 31st century, or when someone was judged as needing their own room due to their condition, they got a private room.
They had decided he was to be under observation for the first day or two after each of his telepathic treatments, which meant he'd have to stay in his Medbay room or be chaperoned by a nurse, medtech, or fellow Legionnaire if he wanted to go around Legion World. After the brief periods of observation for each treatment he'd have more freedom, but telepathic restructuring wasn't something to take lightly, and could have negative effects in the immediate time after sessions.
Since he'd shown some regressive behavior and since he'd have to keep coming back to it, the nurses and medtechs had changed Dipper's room to be a little more kid-friendly. The room could easily be restructured with a few simple commands, so the wall sconces had been changed to look like colorful seashells and the HD mural wall had been changed to a cheerful underwater view filled with colorful and beautiful alien fish darting around, making it look as if the wall was really a glass wall in the side of an aquarium.
But the other walls were blank.
Well, they had been blank originally. They'd given him a tablet and stylus to draw with but after they'd taken it away for the pictures to be examined at times, he'd decided he needed to draw and write on something that was harder for anyone to confiscate. In his current state, only the walls had seemed like something that had enough permanence, so he'd rummaged through the belongings they'd let him have in his Medbay room and found markers.
The doctors and telepaths started debating over whether erasing what was on the walls and/or taking his markers away would help him or just cause more trauma, but Aven and Dr. Ry'kerr had ultimately told them that this was their purview, as a telepathic master and psychiatrist, and that the drawings had to stay. Now that the telepaths had started fixing the damage that was done, he had false memories to sort through and throw away so the real ones could resurface and be sorted out.
So far he had filled two walls with drawings and scribbled notes. They stopped halfway up because that was the highest he could reach without a chair, but below that line it looked like someone's darkest nightmares had exploded out of someone's head and splattered directly on the walls. There were pictures of horrible monsters, both in Sinestro Corps uniforms and without them. A repeating one-eyed triangle pattern showed up everywhere, sometimes in the eyes of the monsters that wore Sinestro uniforms, as if the triangle-thing was looking out from them. There were also partly-nonsensical notes that said things like:
Child labor?
Parents locking us in a closet = time outs in the corner, annoying but harmless
Demonic triangle
Gravity Falls weirdness = mostly real. Piedmont = normal. Parents /= mean. Parents = nice
DON'T FORGET: Mystery Twins! Mabel is real, Mabel is real, Mabel is real
While most of it was the horrible brainspew of a child trying to figure out which horrifying memories were real and which horrifying memories weren't, one wall wasn't as scary as the others. On that wall there were the crude drawings of a little girl that looked just like Dipper, except with braces and long hair, and all of them were positive. In one, there were gemstones on her face, colored dots made by his markers. In another, she was hefting up a scribbled red water balloon. In yet one more, she was younger, braces-less and with pigtails, covered in mud.
In all of them, she was laughing or smiling.
In the one where she was youngest, she was clearly just a toddler surrounded by stuffed animals. That one could've easily been mistaken as a random memory from when they were still 2 or 3, but it was much more important than that: it was the first memory. The very first thing he remembered, the exact moment that he was aware of existing -- aware enough to realize that he was really a them, that I was really we.
A name was written over and over and over around the pictures, in thick, awkward handwriting:
It wasn't his handwriting. He was trying to imitate hers, as if copying the way she wrote her name would suddenly make her real, make one of the drawings come to life so that she could hop out of the wall.
If anyone came to see him, they'd find him in patient scrubs, his hands covered in multicolored ink from accidentally touching it in places where it was still wet. He was wearing a friendship bracelet made with bright pink and purple thread on his right wrist -- something left behind by his sister after the brief time she'd showed up in the Legion's universe.
"Talking is fine," he told whoever it was that came in, because people who came in liked to talk to him apparently, even though he was clearly busy. "You can talk, I can talk, it's fine if you talk but don't. Touch. The walls. The doctors kept wanting to touch them, nobody's allowed to touch them, don't touch them."
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"Thanks."