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ladyfirestarter) wrote2006-11-20 01:38 pm
ladyfirestarter) wrote2006-11-20 01:38 pm
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The thing about working with troubled psychics is that if you don't learn to put privacy blocks on your own negative emotions, they can upset the people around you even more than they upset you.
The thing about working with a lot of troubled psychics is that if your blocks falter, the negative emotions will spread faster than you can slam them back up.
It takes Ted Brautigan and Fred Towne nearly twenty minutes to establish the good-mind and break up the feedback loop, disperse the memories that have combined and potentiated into waking nightmares, house and Academy and Shop horribly mixed. Charlie's barely more coherent than the kids by that time, hunched in a corner with her arms wrapped around herself and gasping out I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
She sends a written report on the incident to HQ in New York within the hour. They're going to hear about it; they should hear about it first from her. It's brief and terse, and the only thing it says aside from the bare facts of the incident is I'll see to it this doesn't happen again.
A quiet word among the staff: if she has to get away quickly to stop it happening again, Towne's in charge until she gets back.
(The fire didn't get away from her in her panic. Terrified, half-hallucinating, her control held. There's that, at least.)
If you want to find something, look where you lost it.
Charlie heads to Milliways that night.
The thing about working with a lot of troubled psychics is that if your blocks falter, the negative emotions will spread faster than you can slam them back up.
It takes Ted Brautigan and Fred Towne nearly twenty minutes to establish the good-mind and break up the feedback loop, disperse the memories that have combined and potentiated into waking nightmares, house and Academy and Shop horribly mixed. Charlie's barely more coherent than the kids by that time, hunched in a corner with her arms wrapped around herself and gasping out I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
She sends a written report on the incident to HQ in New York within the hour. They're going to hear about it; they should hear about it first from her. It's brief and terse, and the only thing it says aside from the bare facts of the incident is I'll see to it this doesn't happen again.
A quiet word among the staff: if she has to get away quickly to stop it happening again, Towne's in charge until she gets back.
(The fire didn't get away from her in her panic. Terrified, half-hallucinating, her control held. There's that, at least.)
If you want to find something, look where you lost it.
Charlie heads to Milliways that night.