The Mary Bell Radiation Authority

"Working towards the future, so the past is irrelevant"

[mary-bell-radiation-authority]

Good Morning!

"Working towards the future, so the past is irrelevant"

The MBRA - Mary Bell Radiation Authority - is the headquarters of all the Mary Bell facilities: The MBMF and the MBRC.

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[mary-bell-radiation-authority]

do you administer free testosterone and estrogen

It's been so long. It's been so so long. You know what? Sure

[mary-bell-radiation-authority]

Are you dead MBRA?

Yeah sorry we died. Sorry for the inconvenience ☹️

[mary-bell-radiation-authority]

(E is blankly staring at the floor in shock)

Might walked into the facility in a clean white dress shirt, same as always. He was holding a clipboard and looked slightly distressed, the expression quickly fading as he stepped into the room.

He took out his pen and gave a simple, placid smile. "Euphemine Aikido. How are you?"

[eial-daily]

E just stares at them with a face of fear, betrayal and distrust. Not still trying to process what had happened to them, they scoot themselves back further into the wall they're already leaned into.)

[mary-bell-radiation-authority]

Might frowned slightly and looked away, looking slightly disappointed in himself, although he didn't let it show too much. He didn't approach them as to not upset them more, not meeting their eyes, although he doubted they would even look at him in this state. He covered a specific spot on his chest and whispered "I'm so sorry."

He quietly handed them a pad of paper. "Here, you can write on this. You don't need to speak."

[eial-daily]

(E grabs the paper and starts writing) "They clipped my wings, I feel so violently in pain and sick from all of the medicine they gave me and the lack of weight. I can't move and just want to go home. I miss my Father." (They shed a couple tears but wipe them away before looking up at might and handing the paper back.)

[mary-bell-radiation-authority]

Might frowned even more and solemnly nodded. He spoke for his wire. "Subject seems to be distraught from the lack of balance that their wings provided and 'sick' from the barbiturates administered prior to the clipping. More painkillers may be administered upon patient's request."

He sighed quietly. He looked at his clipboard and scanned the list of questions, crossing off the first one. "What is your pain level immediately following the..." he winced slightly, "clipping."

[eial-daily]

(They respond quietly, almost a mutter) A ten. My entire back hurts, not even the part they took.

[mary-bell-radiation-authority]

Might nodded quietly. He wrote something down on his notepad and inhaled sharply. He crossed off the second question on the list.

"How is your balance post-clipping?" He paused for a moment, seeing how they winced every time they moved. "Would you like more painkillers, Euphemine?"

[eial-daily]

No, I don't need them. (Their eyes flashed red after they said that.) I'm okay, I just can't move much and my balance is horrible.

[mary-bell-radiation-authority]

Might covered the mic again. "I can get you some painkillers if you'd like after the interview. Off the books. I can tell you need it."

He cleared his throat and started again. He glanced at his notepad before looking up over his glasses. "Please stand up and do a walk around for me, I need to monitor your equilibrium and walking speed."

[eial-daily]

(They nodded) I can't get up Mr. Could. I can't move, not even because of pain, everything feels off. I'm sorry.

[mary-bell-radiation-authority]

"I need an answer for the questionnaire, Euphemine," Might said stiffly, his expression suddenly going cold. He didn't seem like himself in that moment, like just another Higher-Up. "We wouldn't want any more lost time, now would we?"

[eial-daily]

I can't- (They pause, their hands shaking and looking at Might like they're reminding them of someone from their past.) Yes Fath-Sir, Yes Sir (They attempt to get up, their legs shaking and eyes watering, E ends up collapsing on the floor.) I'm sorry I failed you sir, I swear I'm really trying. (They attempt to get up again and collapse a second time.) Father- er, Mr. Could, Sir, I can't seem to get up. I'm sorry.

[mary-bell-radiation-authority]

Might nodded and wrote something down. "Alright, thank you, Euphemine."

He continued to read off the list, scribbling something out and taking an additional note. "Now, how have the barbiturates been making you feel? Both emotionally and physically. What effects have the drugs been having on you?"

[eial-daily]

I feel numb, I can't seem to feel anything. In my back at all. I'm trying to work thing out mentally but the slips in my memories are making it so hard to try and piece together what all happened. (They grab the chair they were sitting in before and use it as support to get back into the chair.)

[mary-bell-radiation-authority]

Might once again wrote down what was said, the sound of the pen scribbling on the surface of the clipboard beginning to become grating to E's ears. "So you can't remember anything that happened?"

[mary-bell-radiation-authority]

(E is blankly staring at the floor in shock)

Might walked into the facility in a clean white dress shirt, same as always. He was holding a clipboard and looked slightly distressed, the expression quickly fading as he stepped into the room.

He took out his pen and gave a simple, placid smile. "Euphemine Aikido. How are you?"

[eial-daily]

E just stares at them with a face of fear, betrayal and distrust. Not still trying to process what had happened to them, they scoot themselves back further into the wall they're already leaned into.)

[mary-bell-radiation-authority]

Might frowned slightly and looked away, looking slightly disappointed in himself, although he didn't let it show too much. He didn't approach them as to not upset them more, not meeting their eyes, although he doubted they would even look at him in this state. He covered a specific spot on his chest and whispered "I'm so sorry."

He quietly handed them a pad of paper. "Here, you can write on this. You don't need to speak."

[eial-daily]

(E grabs the paper and starts writing) "They clipped my wings, I feel so violently in pain and sick from all of the medicine they gave me and the lack of weight. I can't move and just want to go home. I miss my Father." (They shed a couple tears but wipe them away before looking up at might and handing the paper back.)

[mary-bell-radiation-authority]

Might frowned even more and solemnly nodded. He spoke for his wire. "Subject seems to be distraught from the lack of balance that their wings provided and 'sick' from the barbiturates administered prior to the clipping. More painkillers may be administered upon patient's request."

He sighed quietly. He looked at his clipboard and scanned the list of questions, crossing off the first one. "What is your pain level immediately following the..." he winced slightly, "clipping."

[eial-daily]

(They respond quietly, almost a mutter) A ten. My entire back hurts, not even the part they took.

[mary-bell-radiation-authority]

Might nodded quietly. He wrote something down on his notepad and inhaled sharply. He crossed off the second question on the list.

"How is your balance post-clipping?" He paused for a moment, seeing how they winced every time they moved. "Would you like more painkillers, Euphemine?"

[eial-daily]

No, I don't need them. (Their eyes flashed red after they said that.) I'm okay, I just can't move much and my balance is horrible.

[mary-bell-radiation-authority]

Might covered the mic again. "I can get you some painkillers if you'd like after the interview. Off the books. I can tell you need it."

He cleared his throat and started again. He glanced at his notepad before looking up over his glasses. "Please stand up and do a walk around for me, I need to monitor your equilibrium and walking speed."

[eial-daily]

(They nodded) I can't get up Mr. Could. I can't move, not even because of pain, everything feels off. I'm sorry.

[mary-bell-radiation-authority]

"I need an answer for the questionnaire, Euphemine," Might said stiffly, his expression suddenly going cold. He didn't seem like himself in that moment, like just another Higher-Up. "We wouldn't want any more lost time, now would we?"

[eial-daily]

I can't- (They pause, their hands shaking and looking at Might like they're reminding them of someone from their past.) Yes Fath-Sir, Yes Sir (They attempt to get up, their legs shaking and eyes watering, E ends up collapsing on the floor.) I'm sorry I failed you sir, I swear I'm really trying. (They attempt to get up again and collapse a second time.) Father- er, Mr. Could, Sir, I can't seem to get up. I'm sorry.

[mary-bell-radiation-authority]

Might nodded and wrote something down. "Alright, thank you, Euphemine."

He continued to read off the list, scribbling something out and taking an additional note. "Now, how have the barbiturates been making you feel? Both emotionally and physically. What effects have the drugs been having on you?"

[mary-bell-radiation-authority]

(E is blankly staring at the floor in shock)

Might walked into the facility in a clean white dress shirt, same as always. He was holding a clipboard and looked slightly distressed, the expression quickly fading as he stepped into the room.

He took out his pen and gave a simple, placid smile. "Euphemine Aikido. How are you?"

[eial-daily]

E just stares at them with a face of fear, betrayal and distrust. Not still trying to process what had happened to them, they scoot themselves back further into the wall they're already leaned into.)

[mary-bell-radiation-authority]

Might frowned slightly and looked away, looking slightly disappointed in himself, although he didn't let it show too much. He didn't approach them as to not upset them more, not meeting their eyes, although he doubted they would even look at him in this state. He covered a specific spot on his chest and whispered "I'm so sorry."

He quietly handed them a pad of paper. "Here, you can write on this. You don't need to speak."

[eial-daily]

(E grabs the paper and starts writing) "They clipped my wings, I feel so violently in pain and sick from all of the medicine they gave me and the lack of weight. I can't move and just want to go home. I miss my Father." (They shed a couple tears but wipe them away before looking up at might and handing the paper back.)

[mary-bell-radiation-authority]

Might frowned even more and solemnly nodded. He spoke for his wire. "Subject seems to be distraught from the lack of balance that their wings provided and 'sick' from the barbiturates administered prior to the clipping. More painkillers may be administered upon patient's request."

He sighed quietly. He looked at his clipboard and scanned the list of questions, crossing off the first one. "What is your pain level immediately following the..." he winced slightly, "clipping."

[eial-daily]

(They respond quietly, almost a mutter) A ten. My entire back hurts, not even the part they took.

[mary-bell-radiation-authority]

Might nodded quietly. He wrote something down on his notepad and inhaled sharply. He crossed off the second question on the list.

"How is your balance post-clipping?" He paused for a moment, seeing how they winced every time they moved. "Would you like more painkillers, Euphemine?"

[eial-daily]

No, I don't need them. (Their eyes flashed red after they said that.) I'm okay, I just can't move much and my balance is horrible.

[mary-bell-radiation-authority]

Might covered the mic again. "I can get you some painkillers if you'd like after the interview. Off the books. I can tell you need it."

He cleared his throat and started again. He glanced at his notepad before looking up over his glasses. "Please stand up and do a walk around for me, I need to monitor your equilibrium and walking speed."

[eial-daily]

(They nodded) I can't get up Mr. Could. I can't move, not even because of pain, everything feels off. I'm sorry.

[mary-bell-radiation-authority]

"I need an answer for the questionnaire, Euphemine," Might said stiffly, his expression suddenly going cold. He didn't seem like himself in that moment, like just another Higher-Up. "We wouldn't want any more lost time, now would we?"

[mary-bell-radiation-authority]

The bees....oh god the bees...

Okay, get to a safe location, grab something adjacent to a tennis racket in case you require protection, and play jazz music. The jazz should calm them

Oh, and by all circumstances, DON’T GET STUNG. If you do… Call the MBRC.

-MBRA Hotline Intern #2341

[mary-bell-radiation-authority]

Mansized Rats in the sewers?

What?! Did they get out again?? Thank you for calling, I’ll be sure to contact the MBRC.

-MBRA Hotline Intern #2341

[mary-bell-radiation-authority]

(E is blankly staring at the floor in shock)

Might walked into the facility in a clean white dress shirt, same as always. He was holding a clipboard and looked slightly distressed, the expression quickly fading as he stepped into the room.

He took out his pen and gave a simple, placid smile. "Euphemine Aikido. How are you?"

[eial-daily]

E just stares at them with a face of fear, betrayal and distrust. Not still trying to process what had happened to them, they scoot themselves back further into the wall they're already leaned into.)

[mary-bell-radiation-authority]

Might frowned slightly and looked away, looking slightly disappointed in himself, although he didn't let it show too much. He didn't approach them as to not upset them more, not meeting their eyes, although he doubted they would even look at him in this state. He covered a specific spot on his chest and whispered "I'm so sorry."

He quietly handed them a pad of paper. "Here, you can write on this. You don't need to speak."

[eial-daily]

(E grabs the paper and starts writing) "They clipped my wings, I feel so violently in pain and sick from all of the medicine they gave me and the lack of weight. I can't move and just want to go home. I miss my Father." (They shed a couple tears but wipe them away before looking up at might and handing the paper back.)

[mary-bell-radiation-authority]

Might frowned even more and solemnly nodded. He spoke for his wire. "Subject seems to be distraught from the lack of balance that their wings provided and 'sick' from the barbiturates administered prior to the clipping. More painkillers may be administered upon patient's request."

He sighed quietly. He looked at his clipboard and scanned the list of questions, crossing off the first one. "What is your pain level immediately following the..." he winced slightly, "clipping."

[eial-daily]

(They respond quietly, almost a mutter) A ten. My entire back hurts, not even the part they took.

[mary-bell-radiation-authority]

Might nodded quietly. He wrote something down on his notepad and inhaled sharply. He crossed off the second question on the list.

"How is your balance post-clipping?" He paused for a moment, seeing how they winced every time they moved. "Would you like more painkillers, Euphemine?"

[eial-daily]

No, I don't need them. (Their eyes flashed red after they said that.) I'm okay, I just can't move much and my balance is horrible.

[mary-bell-radiation-authority]

Might covered the mic again. "I can get you some painkillers if you'd like after the interview. Off the books. I can tell you need it."

He cleared his throat and started again. He glanced at his notepad before looking up over his glasses. "Please stand up and do a walk around for me, I need to monitor your equilibrium and walking speed."

[mary-bell-radiation-authority]

(E is blankly staring at the floor in shock)

Might walked into the facility in a clean white dress shirt, same as always. He was holding a clipboard and looked slightly distressed, the expression quickly fading as he stepped into the room.

He took out his pen and gave a simple, placid smile. "Euphemine Aikido. How are you?"

[eial-daily]

E just stares at them with a face of fear, betrayal and distrust. Not still trying to process what had happened to them, they scoot themselves back further into the wall they're already leaned into.)

[mary-bell-radiation-authority]

Might frowned slightly and looked away, looking slightly disappointed in himself, although he didn't let it show too much. He didn't approach them as to not upset them more, not meeting their eyes, although he doubted they would even look at him in this state. He covered a specific spot on his chest and whispered "I'm so sorry."

He quietly handed them a pad of paper. "Here, you can write on this. You don't need to speak."

[eial-daily]

(E grabs the paper and starts writing) "They clipped my wings, I feel so violently in pain and sick from all of the medicine they gave me and the lack of weight. I can't move and just want to go home. I miss my Father." (They shed a couple tears but wipe them away before looking up at might and handing the paper back.)

[mary-bell-radiation-authority]

Might frowned even more and solemnly nodded. He spoke for his wire. "Subject seems to be distraught from the lack of balance that their wings provided and 'sick' from the barbiturates administered prior to the clipping. More painkillers may be administered upon patient's request."

He sighed quietly. He looked at his clipboard and scanned the list of questions, crossing off the first one. "What is your pain level immediately following the..." he winced slightly, "clipping."

[eial-daily]

(They respond quietly, almost a mutter) A ten. My entire back hurts, not even the part they took.

[mary-bell-radiation-authority]

Might nodded quietly. He wrote something down on his notepad and inhaled sharply. He crossed off the second question on the list.

"How is your balance post-clipping?" He paused for a moment, seeing how they winced every time they moved. "Would you like more painkillers, Euphemine?"

[mary-bell-radiation-authority]

(E is blankly staring at the floor in shock)

Might walked into the facility in a clean white dress shirt, same as always. He was holding a clipboard and looked slightly distressed, the expression quickly fading as he stepped into the room.

He took out his pen and gave a simple, placid smile. "Euphemine Aikido. How are you?"

[eial-daily]

E just stares at them with a face of fear, betrayal and distrust. Not still trying to process what had happened to them, they scoot themselves back further into the wall they're already leaned into.)

[mary-bell-radiation-authority]

Might frowned slightly and looked away, looking slightly disappointed in himself, although he didn't let it show too much. He didn't approach them as to not upset them more, not meeting their eyes, although he doubted they would even look at him in this state. He covered a specific spot on his chest and whispered "I'm so sorry."

He quietly handed them a pad of paper. "Here, you can write on this. You don't need to speak."

[eial-daily]

(E grabs the paper and starts writing) "They clipped my wings, I feel so violently in pain and sick from all of the medicine they gave me and the lack of weight. I can't move and just want to go home. I miss my Father." (They shed a couple tears but wipe them away before looking up at might and handing the paper back.)

[mary-bell-radiation-authority]

Might frowned even more and solemnly nodded. He spoke for his wire. "Subject seems to be distraught from the lack of balance that their wings provided and 'sick' from the barbiturates administered prior to the clipping. More painkillers may be administered upon patient's request."

He sighed quietly. He looked at his clipboard and scanned the list of questions, crossing off the first one. "What is your pain level immediately following the..." he winced slightly, "clipping."

[mary-bell-radiation-authority]

(E is blankly staring at the floor in shock)

Might walked into the facility in a clean white dress shirt, same as always. He was holding a clipboard and looked slightly distressed, the expression quickly fading as he stepped into the room.

He took out his pen and gave a simple, placid smile. "Euphemine Aikido. How are you?"

[eial-daily]

E just stares at them with a face of fear, betrayal and distrust. Not still trying to process what had happened to them, they scoot themselves back further into the wall they're already leaned into.)

[mary-bell-radiation-authority]

Might frowned slightly and looked away, looking slightly disappointed in himself, although he didn't let it show too much. He didn't approach them as to not upset them more, not meeting their eyes, although he doubted they would even look at him in this state. He covered a specific spot on his chest and whispered "I'm so sorry."

He quietly handed them a pad of paper. "Here, you can write on this. You don't need to speak."

[mary-bell-radiation-authority]

(E is blankly staring at the floor in shock)

Might walked into the facility in a clean white dress shirt, same as always. He was holding a clipboard and looked slightly distressed, the expression quickly fading as he stepped into the room.

He took out his pen and gave a simple, placid smile. "Euphemine Aikido. How are you?"

[mary-bell-radiation-authority]

its been winter for like 2 weeks and we haven't had our designated Snow Days yet. what the fuck is up with this. what the fuck. I'll fucking get you. I'll actually fucking get you

~ camp

Apologies, we've had an issue with the Weather as of late. It hasn't sounded quite right. It should be properly functioning in three to eighteen business days. In the meantime, please avoid any hailstorms or solar flares.

- Might Could, MBRA Supervisor

[mary-bell-radiation-authority]

Why was the phone line dead for so long?

We missed you whatever intern we are on now.

We keep running out of interns. Sorry.

- Might Could, MBRA Supervisor

[mary-bell-radiation-authority]

You really couldn’t get a single intern to replace me while I was (busy with other jobs) on leave?

-MBRA Hotline Intern #2341

[mary-bell-radiation-authority]

Why was the phone line dead for so long?

We missed you whatever intern we are on now.

We keep running out of interns. Sorry.

- Might Could, MBRA Supervisor

[mary-bell-radiation-authority]

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