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do you need help falling asleep?
“. . . ? ”
“Why do you ask? Do I seem tired? I assure you, I’m fine. If I disrupt my schedule to rest now the day is going to be wasted, which will disrupt the careful balance of activities I’ve planned for the week.”
–「 You study her expression with no small amount of suspicion.」
"Is there something you needed? I’m busy right now.”
therapy / talking about trauma / post - trauma starters. feel free to change things as necessary.
would you like to talk about it?
please tell me what’s bothering you.
hey, are you okay?
i don’t have to know everything. just what you’re comfortable telling me.
i’m your friend. of course i care.
there’s nothing bad about going to therapy.
would you like to try a different approach?
i – i didn’t know that. i’m sorry.
is this helping?
i’ll try not to ask a lot of questions.
i’m always here if you need me.
shh, it’s alright. shh.
we’re safe now. you’re safe now.
it was just a nightmare.
sweetheart, you have to tell me these things.
you know i’d never judge you for that, right?
i’m worried about you.
is something going on?
everything you say will just be between you and me.
what method do you prefer?
do you need help falling asleep?
anything i could do to help?
why are you like this?
i understand.
sweetie, is there something you aren’t telling me? what’s wrong?
let’s get you cleaned up.
this is good. this is important.
you’re healing, and healing takes time.
we can do more tomorrow.
how about you get some sleep, hm?
bedtime.
it’s ok not to be ok.
tomorrow is another day.
hey, hey, hey. look at me, look at me. it’s okay.
breath in for seven seconds, exhale for eleven …
do you need some space?
remember, look for things that you can touch. ground yourself.
postumbrarex:
“Something got my tongue? Well something’s got my tongue alright, but I digress…”
Maxwell wasn’t sure if an idiom here would be considered in poor taste, but at least he knew that if he was unsure, he’d just keep his mouth shut. Besides, all that mattered was trying to get to know this ma- ca- … person better.
“Oh, yes, yes, you wish for a job? Actually…” Well wasn’t this convenient. Just with his theatre was nearing completion, it was time to really start staffing it. And he could use someone to help with the accounting.
“Alright then, I would like to offer you a proposition, sir! You see, I am the proprietor of a theatre in this city, and I was thinking if you would like to join, Mister… uh…”
–「 You consider the offer at face value. There aren’t really many options that have been so out of the blue. You’re not the type to think about fate seriously, or things that are just *meant to be*. But statistically, and historically, opportunities landing in your lap haven’t turned out to always be a bad thing. 」
「 Some of the best things to ever happen to you were because a stranger gave you a chance when you had nothing. This man is no Atlas, and you won’t delude yourself into thinking there will ever be another person like him. But there’s something about this happenstance. Nostalgia, maybe.」
“It’s Mr. Heller. And yes, I’ll accept the offer.”
“I won’t work for a cheap salary, however, which I think is more than fair. I work quickly and seamlessly, so you won’t be paying me often. I’m always punctual, and don’t miss deadlines.”
musrattus:
The way the mansion is set up right now is pretty simple, Joshua thinks. The lower floors are reserved for 7Maneko’s operations, while the uppermost one is sectioned off for his own living space. While the front door has its lock, the secondary door has its own set of keys which only Joshua has. (It’s not like he really uses the door anyway, since he just flies in and out of windows when he can. Details, though.)
So some might wonder why he disabled a fully functional doorbell and relies on a simple chain of bells to alert him to visitors when he’s a whole household away. The answer’s as simple as his floor plan: he just wanted it to be that way. It’s not like he can’t hear the gentle ringing, doesn’t come through the secondary door to attend to his new visitor.
It’s nice to see someone so intimately enjoy his choice in furniture.
“No, no, there are no qualms.” Quickly, Joshua surveys his guest. Funny thing he decided to theme the entire operation after cats then, huh? “Joshua Kiryu at your service. How can I help you today?”
–「 Your nose wrinkles as what appears to be a smug, ( probably incompetent?), human teenager makes his way into view. You have a hard time believing this is the owner of a promising establishment which appeared to bloom out of nowhere, so you assume you’ll need to schedule an appointment to meet with management.
Reconsidering the scissors up your sleeve, you straighten your posture. The doorman is pleasant enough, you think. You’re not in any danger here.」
“I was hoping to fill out an application, but only after talking with management. I like to know who I’m potentially working with.”
“From what I understand, this is an effort to collect as much information about this city as possible, correct? I’m sure it doesn’t come as a surprise that I’m interested in doing what I can to dismantle this experiment, and leave it. I’m efficient with most work, but clearing away obstacles to information seems to be where I excel.”
–「 That’s a sensitive way to say you do murder well, isn’t it?」
“Would it be possible to pass that information along? My name is Mordecai Heller.”
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Archetype Quiz
53% Royal
When the Royal walks into a room, they command attention. They are the one in charge, and they enjoy reaping the rewards of their hard work.
35% Tastemaker
The Tastemaker is always on top of the trends—or starting their own. Their sense of style is second to none and their taste, impeccable.
12% Intellectual
The Intellectual is the ultimate dinner-party guest. Engaging questions and thoughtful debate are their trademarks.
@musrattus
–「 Mordecai wasn’t the type to be bothered by noise, at least not so much as he was grime or clutter. But the sound of silence was welcome every once and a while.
He’d wandered into the building, sitting on the edge of one of the comfortable lounge chairs to indulge the pause in calamity for a few moments. His interest had been piqued by a glint he’d seen in the window. Where there’s gold, there’s opportunity.」
「 Scanning over the room with sharp, green eyes, he paused when he found the glittering object he was looking for. Certainly, it wasn’t something he thought worth stealing. There was something deeply unsettling about seeing a creature that looked so much like him, positioned on all fours, glassy eyed and wild like some beast. He didn’t need a statue to remind him they existed.」
「 A shuffle from elsewhere in the building caused his ears perk, and then fold back. The gun concealed at his hip was functionally useless for anything other than trickery. It was the pair of scissors in his pocket he reached for, and slipped into his sleeve. Given the corrupt nature of the sector, he wasn’t about to take any chances.」
“Hello? Is someone there? I came for information, but if it’s a bad time, I have no qualms with leaving.”
「 Diplomacy first, stabbing second. It’s just good business practice. 」
“You look bitter.”
“This is just how my face looks? And me smiling isn’t going to help your business. I’ve been told it drives people away, in fact.”
“Do you have a home?”
“What? What kind of question is that?”
–「 Certainly one that stopped him momentarily. He deliberates on it, wondering if she meant to ask him literally or figuratively. His thoughts trace back to more stable times, where he worked for a man he respected, and wrote his family more often. It was a brief period of his life, one which he knows he can’t go back to. 」
「 The times have changed, after all.」
“I have an apartment, if that’s what you’re wondering. Otherwise, we all come from somewhere don’t we? I don’t see how it’s any of your business.”
“Kissing?”
“I suppose it’s a thing to do, but aren’t there more pressing matters to talk about? We’re imprisoned in a technology overrun cage. Is kissing our plan? Are we going to kiss the labcoat clad hooligans into letting us leave?”
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“Is there someone you hold dear?”
“Don’t you feel any guilt?”
“You’re actually afraid to be alone, aren’t you?”
“There must be something you fear.”
“Do you have a home?”
“Is there someone you like?”
“Are you really expecting a positive outcome out of this?”
“Aren’t you ashamed?”
“Aren’t you happy?”
“Who do you despise?”
“How do you sleep at night?”
“How do you manage to keep going despite everything?”
“What do you think of kindness?”
“What do you think of hatred?”
“Why do you fight?”
“Why do you live?”
“How much blood have you spilled?”
“How much death have you seen?”
“Don’t you think your actions are reckless?”
“Don’t you know how much good you’ve done for others?”
“Can’t you tell they love you?”
“Can’t you see he/she would die for you?”
“Can’t you see that they hate you?”
“Can’t you tell the truth for once?”
“You’re not tainted.”
“You’re not alone.”
“You’re awful.”
“You don’t think of anyone but yourself.”
“You’re an emotionless robot.”
“You’re just a lap dog.”
“It’s not over.”
“He/she needs you.”
“Stop lying.”
“Stop fighting.”
“Stop pushing others away.”
“You’re cruel.”
“You’re far too kind. Too kind for your own good.”
“You depend on him/her too often.”
“You’re overprotective, it’s stifling.”
“You’re too impulsive, it’s reckless.”
“You’re too careless, it’s a liability.”
“He/she is bringing you down.”
“You’re too timid, it’s easy to see you as a target.”
“You need to listen.”
“You need to speak up more often.”
“You’re weak.”
“You’re strong. Stronger than you’ll ever know.”
“You’re too proud.”
“Quit blaming others for your mistakes.”
“You won’t always be around to save him/her.”
“One day, he/she won’t need you anymore.”
“You can’t cheat death.”
“You can’t hide forever.”
“They’ll find out the truth eventually.”
“That person is only holding you back.”
“They’re too good for you.”
“You’ll be rewarded for your efforts if you keep trying.”
“It will get better.”
“You look lonely.”
“You look bitter.”
“You look tired.”
“You’re hiding a painful burden.”
“You’re perfect.”
“You’re beautiful.”
“You will always be worthless.”
“Your hands are too dirty, too tainted to be clean.”
“You’re lost in this world. Wandering without a purpose.”
“You’ll rise above them all.”
“You’ll find your place in this world.”
“Eventually, someone will knock you off your pedestal.”
postumbrarex:
Sharp. Now that was a compliment that Maxwell had not heard in quite some time. And it was the exact kind of compliment to get to the magician, perhaps more than need be.
“Ah, Sharp? Why thank you very much, s-” As the magician quickly turned to face the kind soul who gave that compliment, he quickly let his voice die in his throat.
“Oh, um…” Well how could the magician expect to be talking to a walking, talking cat? Well, the cat was very sharply dressed too, but it only contrasted to the oddness of the entire thing. “Well, yes, thank you very much for the compliment, pal, but um… uh…”
With his words failing him, the magician was at least able to pick up enough that this man… cat… person was asking about recommendations for suits.
“This suit? Well I’ve had this suit for a long time. Quite a nice suit, too. It’s been through more trials and tribulations that most people have in a lifetime. You will have to forgive me though that it’s not exactly a suit that I bought in this city…”
–「 This whole charade again. Well, horsefeathers. He was hoping to skip the part where he became some sort of oddities exhibit. Mordecai’s ears flatten for a moment, gaze sharp until he resigns to giving the human time to get his wits about him. The ‘pal’ part, in particular, rubbed him the wrong way. A compliment where it was due was not an invitation to call him whatever the human so pleased.」
“Something got your tongue? Or am I really just that remarkable?”
–「 Eventually he’ll notice the cats running around on four legs, eating vermin, and then proceed to have an existential crisis about it. For now, he remains pleasantly unaware. Living in his own little world where it only makes sense for cats to be speaking, wearing glasses, and standing upright at only a few inches shy of six feet tall.」
“It’s alright. I understand I’m a bit of a novelty here. Moving on, I can respect a man who takes good care of his belongings. If you don’t have any recommendations on places to get a suit, then do you know anyone looking to hire someone with a flair for numbers? Something high class, preferably with a decent turn over? Any establishments at all.”
–「 All business and no fun, though he did crack a joke if you squint hard enough.」
@nnhlemonsyes
–「 Well. Now he supposes he’s seen everything. It isn’t often Mordecai finds anyone notable enough to stare at for long, but the gentleman standing beside him on the train car certainly fits the bill for extraordinary. A lemon for a head. Anyone else might find it whimsical.」
「 Mordecai takes a step left, and away. 」
“Please watch your elbow. I’m barely tolerating you as it is.”
「 That’s mostly true. But lemon scented trains are better than human scented ones. 」
@postumbrarex
–「 The routine of washing and ironing his own suit on a daily basis was frankly, getting stale. Now, this isn’t to say he didn’t enjoy the process of ironing. The electric, steaming iron was more than pleasant to utilize. But at this rate his favorite suit would fade, and he would not be deigned to be seen in the rags left in his closet by those scientists. He’d sooner use them for kindling a fire.」
「 A gentleman strolls by him, and Mordecai quirks a brow. His suit is well tailored, sharp. Cleanly printed pinstripes. He’d be remiss if he didn’t follow, and get at least get some information.」
“You look sharp,” –「 he comments, hoping that a stroke of the ego will help things slide along. This is how you keep a conversation light, isn’t it?」”Do you mind if I ask where you purchased it? Or somewhere you would recommend? The last shop I visited was just disgraceful.”
“I’m on a budget. Finding work has been a challenge.”
toomanysweaters:
“Oh, a twenty five pound of flour had me down 15 bucks roundabout. anything grown is free for the taking in the greenhouses in sector six! So, all I needed to do was take a couple of gallons of berries to the marketplace, trade those for some decent cheese. cause well…the greenhouses aren’t the safest place to go, ya know? Deeper down you go the more risky plant life that can swallow humans whole. So you get a tradeoff of free stuff at the risk of your life. Bacon was another trade-off for some limes from the greenhouse. Nearly lost half my hair on that one!”
Mabel talked as she worked, the waffle maker sprayed with grease. the plain batter brought out and shredded cheddar added to it, followed by chives. She carefully spread out two ladles worth of batter and shut the lid.
“Plastic knives and forks were a buck and a half at the shop, most people prefer the waffles folded up and tied in a plate.”
A moment to sell the waffle she had offered him before. bundled up with a pretty ribbon followed by the fifty cent piece and a dollar for, as the woman said being cute!
The money vanished into a bucket that already had a good amount of fifty cent pieces and dollar bills at the bottom.
one minute later, a waffle and a fork and knife are offered up to the cat!
“I learned everything I know from my Grunkle Stan!”
–「 Humans. So that’s what they call themselves? She seems young, but Mordecai supposes he couldn’t have been too much older than her when he started working. Certainly, if his mother would have known the illicit nature of his affairs early on, she might have had a few things to say. This ‘Grunkle’ of hers likely would too, he assumes. But that’s how it is, being a kid. It’s always a rush to be important. To be doing big things. 」
“Despite the fact you got most of these things ‘for free’, you should take into account the effort you spent obtaining them. You likely spent at least a few hours gathering, and as you stated, you put your life at risk.”
“Again. It isn’t my business, but what you charge for your products is a reflection on what you consider your time to be worth. If I were you, I would be charging much more. At the very least, eleven dollars and fifty cents per waffle. It might seem like good business to charge lower than your competitors, but after a certain point this simply isn’t true.” “I would also make a point of leaving a tip jar. Bleeding hearts seem to go for this sort of thing.”
THIS WHOLE SCENE CURED MY DEPRESSION TBH