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The Tempest - River Tam Session #4 - 06/19/2013
The River Tam Sessions, Sally Style. River's undergone surgery. The result is less than ideal. The usual warnings for this plot apply.
File #41
Item #242
Date: 06/19/2013
Time: 18:29
Subject: ARIEL
RECORDING -
The room is bare. The walls are as white as the ceiling, but the floor is the same light grey as the table and two chairs attached to the floor. The subject Ariel is brought in, a young teenage girl dressed all in white, her feet bare. The door locks behind her and she looks back at it for a few seconds, elfin features partly hidden behind long dark hair, hands trembling in front of her. She keeps moving, until she reaches the opposite corner of the room, and she crouches in that corner, hands coming up to her skull, fingers threading in her hair, movement showing a patch of shaved hair, and a fresh scar.
[Operative] S: [moving to her usual chair][stops with a hand on it when she sees the subject] Ariel? You look upset. What's the matter?
[Subject] A: [a few long seconds] [in a whisper] Too much. There's too much going on.
[Operative] S: Your senses are much sharper than they were, aren't they? [sits]
[Subject] A: Sharper. Keener. More incisive. Cut into my brain like they did with scalpels and lasers.
[Operative] S: To help you sense things better. ...Sit down and tell me about it.
[Subject] A: [slowly looks up] [hesitates for a few long seconds] [cautiously stands up and makes her way over to the chair, sits down] You can't know. It's so far beyond your area of expertise, experience. [a quick pause, and, in a rushed whisper] Everybody'sthinkingaboutme. [fiercely] You don't know what it's like!
[Operative] S: [looking at her directly] No, I don't. [gently] I can't.
[Subject] A: [a few loud, short breaths, before she manages to speak again, somewhat more evenly] We're all trapped, but I feel it, I know it. Tin soldiers. [her face crumbles] [plaintive] I wanna get out.
[Operative] S: Shhh, Ariel. [stands] [reaches across the table to stroke the girl's darkly stubbled scalp] We're working on the right balance of sedatives to help make this easier for you until you adjust. Just enough to take the edge off, hmm?
[Subject] A: [scrambles off of her chair and back towards the corner of the room before the Operative can touch her] [fierce, merciless whisper] You believe it, but I don't. Dance out of your hands, you'll be powerless. [a hiccup, and she looks up and over at Sally, plaintive again] I don't want to be here anymore. Please.
[Operative] S: [hand falls, watching] You know we can't just let you loose on the world as you are. You understand that, don't you?
[Subject] A: [frowns, hard] I'm wrong, inside. Perfect veneer. All scratched up now.
[Operative] S: You'll adapt, just as you did before you manifested. We'll help you adapt. [crouches beside the table, looking at the Subject more directly] And then you'll be more magnificent then ever.
[Subject] A: [holding the Operative's gaze] You believe it, but I don't. [bangs her head back against the wall, hard, but just once, and then she stops] That was real.
[Operative] S: [frowns softly] Your scar will knit over, your hair will grow back again. You'll get better. Don't be childish.
[Subject] A: [eyes flashing] You cut the child out of me, what was left. Did you keep a lock of my hair? You're not my mother. I don't - I want - you can't have them. Make do with me. I wish you wouldn't cut into her, too. You're already inside her.
[Operative] S: [stands, sighs] Now you're just getting hysterical.
[Subject] A: [apparently talking to herself] Used to cut into the brain to stop it, stop it all. Needle into my eye. Why wouldn't you do that.
[Operative] S: [lifts med signal from her pocket, presses] What day is it, Ariel?
[Subject] A: Steve's wedding anniversary. Joan's daughter's birthday's tomorrow. Day is a mode of time measurement based on solar cycles. There's no sun in here. You won't let me see the sun. I need to - [stops herself, breathing loudly, hiding her head behind her knees]
[Operative] S: Don't worry. We'll speak again soon. [exits, letting in the med staff to sedate the Subject]
- END RECORDING
File #41
Item #242
Date: 06/19/2013
Time: 18:29
Subject: ARIEL
RECORDING -
The room is bare. The walls are as white as the ceiling, but the floor is the same light grey as the table and two chairs attached to the floor. The subject Ariel is brought in, a young teenage girl dressed all in white, her feet bare. The door locks behind her and she looks back at it for a few seconds, elfin features partly hidden behind long dark hair, hands trembling in front of her. She keeps moving, until she reaches the opposite corner of the room, and she crouches in that corner, hands coming up to her skull, fingers threading in her hair, movement showing a patch of shaved hair, and a fresh scar.
[Operative] S: [moving to her usual chair][stops with a hand on it when she sees the subject] Ariel? You look upset. What's the matter?
[Subject] A: [a few long seconds] [in a whisper] Too much. There's too much going on.
[Operative] S: Your senses are much sharper than they were, aren't they? [sits]
[Subject] A: Sharper. Keener. More incisive. Cut into my brain like they did with scalpels and lasers.
[Operative] S: To help you sense things better. ...Sit down and tell me about it.
[Subject] A: [slowly looks up] [hesitates for a few long seconds] [cautiously stands up and makes her way over to the chair, sits down] You can't know. It's so far beyond your area of expertise, experience. [a quick pause, and, in a rushed whisper] Everybody'sthinkingaboutme. [fiercely] You don't know what it's like!
[Operative] S: [looking at her directly] No, I don't. [gently] I can't.
[Subject] A: [a few loud, short breaths, before she manages to speak again, somewhat more evenly] We're all trapped, but I feel it, I know it. Tin soldiers. [her face crumbles] [plaintive] I wanna get out.
[Operative] S: Shhh, Ariel. [stands] [reaches across the table to stroke the girl's darkly stubbled scalp] We're working on the right balance of sedatives to help make this easier for you until you adjust. Just enough to take the edge off, hmm?
[Subject] A: [scrambles off of her chair and back towards the corner of the room before the Operative can touch her] [fierce, merciless whisper] You believe it, but I don't. Dance out of your hands, you'll be powerless. [a hiccup, and she looks up and over at Sally, plaintive again] I don't want to be here anymore. Please.
[Operative] S: [hand falls, watching] You know we can't just let you loose on the world as you are. You understand that, don't you?
[Subject] A: [frowns, hard] I'm wrong, inside. Perfect veneer. All scratched up now.
[Operative] S: You'll adapt, just as you did before you manifested. We'll help you adapt. [crouches beside the table, looking at the Subject more directly] And then you'll be more magnificent then ever.
[Subject] A: [holding the Operative's gaze] You believe it, but I don't. [bangs her head back against the wall, hard, but just once, and then she stops] That was real.
[Operative] S: [frowns softly] Your scar will knit over, your hair will grow back again. You'll get better. Don't be childish.
[Subject] A: [eyes flashing] You cut the child out of me, what was left. Did you keep a lock of my hair? You're not my mother. I don't - I want - you can't have them. Make do with me. I wish you wouldn't cut into her, too. You're already inside her.
[Operative] S: [stands, sighs] Now you're just getting hysterical.
[Subject] A: [apparently talking to herself] Used to cut into the brain to stop it, stop it all. Needle into my eye. Why wouldn't you do that.
[Operative] S: [lifts med signal from her pocket, presses] What day is it, Ariel?
[Subject] A: Steve's wedding anniversary. Joan's daughter's birthday's tomorrow. Day is a mode of time measurement based on solar cycles. There's no sun in here. You won't let me see the sun. I need to - [stops herself, breathing loudly, hiding her head behind her knees]
[Operative] S: Don't worry. We'll speak again soon. [exits, letting in the med staff to sedate the Subject]
- END RECORDING