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[Mark isn‘t his usual chipper self today. He‘s much more somber, and his voice is softer than usual. This is partly due to not feeling himself, partly because it‘s not the day for happiness.] I’ll make this brief. After all that, some of you might need to get a few things off your minds.
As always, I’m here to listen.
[Locked to Friends (if you think you’re on here you are)]
I know that was a horrible experience for virtually everyone. If you’re hurt, please let me know. Heck, let me know even if you’re not.
[Private to Charles]
That PTSD support group? We might want to revisit the idea.
[Infirmary Spam]
[Mark doesn’t look so great. He’s paler than usual and badly-rested if the shadows under his eyes are any indication. He’s been stitched up after Victor’s attack, his stomach wrapped in gauze, and he winces if he turns or bends at the waist. But nobody’s going to stop needing help because he‘s got a few cuts, so he’s in the infirmary all scrubbed up and prepared to do everything he can. There’s plenty he can’t -- he’s not a doctor and so many of the people injured this port badly need one -- but if there are smaller wounds to be dressed, medication to be administered, and patients to be soothed he is available and ready.]
[Mark isn‘t his usual chipper self today. He‘s much more somber, and his voice is softer than usual. This is partly due to not feeling himself, partly because it‘s not the day for happiness.] I’ll make this brief. After all that, some of you might need to get a few things off your minds.
As always, I’m here to listen.
[Locked to Friends (if you think you’re on here you are)]
I know that was a horrible experience for virtually everyone. If you’re hurt, please let me know. Heck, let me know even if you’re not.
[Private to Charles]
That PTSD support group? We might want to revisit the idea.
[Infirmary Spam]
[Mark doesn’t look so great. He’s paler than usual and badly-rested if the shadows under his eyes are any indication. He’s been stitched up after Victor’s attack, his stomach wrapped in gauze, and he winces if he turns or bends at the waist. But nobody’s going to stop needing help because he‘s got a few cuts, so he’s in the infirmary all scrubbed up and prepared to do everything he can. There’s plenty he can’t -- he’s not a doctor and so many of the people injured this port badly need one -- but if there are smaller wounds to be dressed, medication to be administered, and patients to be soothed he is available and ready.]
[Audio]
on 2013-08-27 02:08 am (UTC)....about what?
[Victor stops feeling sorry for himself for all of the thirty seconds it takes for him to consider and voice the question. He sounds honestly perplexed.]
[Audio]
on 2013-08-27 02:32 am (UTC)Whatever's on your mind. Anything you say to me privately is confidential. [Unless you're planning on hurting someone, he adds mentally, though that likely goes without saying.]
[Audio]
on 2013-08-27 12:28 pm (UTC)Had a shrink once. Went to one, anyway. Gave me--
[Another lurch, another gag, but the retching doesn't go on for quite so long this time, and the sound of something wet hitting the floor stops first. A growl follows once his stomach's stopped revolting.]
Gave me some shit was supposed t'keep me sane. Didn't talk much. Cried more'n anythin' else. Especially at the end.
Shit didn't work that good.
[Audio]
on 2013-08-30 02:05 pm (UTC)Um. She cried, or did you? [Even as he asks he's got a good feeling he already knows. And a part of him is unsurprised. There's no way someone could just give Victor a dose of medication and expect him to be sane -- it's going to take a lot more work than that.]
[Audio]
on 2013-08-31 05:25 pm (UTC)Wouldn'ta had to if people knew what was good for 'em.
[Like father like son, but like hell is he talking about Her. Or that whole mess. Not like it's even relevant now.]