TAKE ME TO THE MOON (End Game Investigation)

[whimsicalism]

[Friday arrives uneventfully. The fog is growing stronger, it's true, but nothing obvious has happened. It's probably a relief not to have Kakuya's presence or a monster breathing down your neck. That doesn't help the sense that something has changed. Not one but two areas have opened up. A large skyscraper now towers over everything in the east, it's large bulk casting shadows over the entire 'city'. In the west, a park surrounding a lake sprawls out; a solemn looking Japanese shrine sits on an island in the middle of the lake.

Two large new areas are open to you... it's a bit disorienting but you probably should spread out.]

((Welcome to the final investigation for the dead! It's entirely optional so don't feel pressured to join in. ICly, this will be happening at the same time as the living's investigation and trial. Something may happen near the end of the investigation not involving these locations so keep an eye out.))

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[canismajorcontrolfreak]

[Crit failure. He tried so hard, didn't get very far, and in the end, it doesn't even matter.

There's about one thing left that Dylan can think of to help with this situation.]

Any chance...you or your dad know a therapist you-or any of us, really-could talk about this stuff with? Because that...that would probably be helpful, if we ever get back home.

[A vampire therapist is really the best hope he can think of for someone that can help them with the issues of remembering what it's like to die, among other things.]

[bellabellabella]

[Edward looks a little better, the moment of weakness smoothed over, but it's a mask, it's almost always a mask with him. When had he started being so honest here? That was surely unwise. The question, however, startles him for a moment. It makes him think for a second or two before he makes a small, noncommittal gesture.]

It's not impossible, I suppose, but at most he might know someone who was a therapist once, before they were changed. And I doubt it. Most of my kind don't see much reason to practice medicine. There's really only a few pockets that stay relatively civilized. The rest are... Harsher. They have a very different way of life than we do.

[canismajorcontrolfreak]

Of course that's how it is...

[HEAVY SIGH]

Okay, Yuta's world has...a lot, of stuff going on. Maybe we can see if a therapist there could help with anything we've had to deal with here.

[Unless anyone else would like to butt in with an idea for mental health help? He is very much open to suggestions right now.]

[bellabellabella]

I wish I had a different answer for you. Carlisle might know something of therapy himself, I suppose, but he's tended to specialize in medicine of the body rather than medicine of the mind. I know he does like to keep up with the latest advances, though...

[canismajorcontrolfreak]

Recommend it to him if we ever get back, that's probably the one medical area anyone could need help with, human or otherwise.

[The potential of an entire untapped market: vampire therapy.]

[bellabellabella]

He probably knows at least a little of it. I don't always keep tabs on what he's doing, after all.

[he got a good part through being able to hear his thoughts, fine, but he also usually tried to tune his family out and give them what little semblance of privacy he could provide]

He's multidisciplinary already to an extent, but he has spent a lot of his time as a surgeon. But you'd be welcome to ask if that was something he could provide support with. I'm not certain it would do me as much good.

[Always knowing everyone's thoughts seems like it might hamper that kind of thing.]

[canismajorcontrolfreak]

You might want to try. At the very least, it might be difficult, but it shouldn't hurt.

[He would say the words 'possibly,' 'wrong,' 'what,' 'go,' and 'could,' but he knows better than to string together a sentence like that.]

[bellabellabella]

[He just flashes a wry smile and touches his temple for a moment with a fingertip. He'd told Dylan already that he could read minds, after all.]

[canismajorcontrolfreak]

[...right.]

Is there...any way you can't read someone's mind? Like, some sort of natural immunity or material that blocks it out? That could be helpful.

[Dylan, this is mind reading, not x-rays-]

[bellabellabella]

The only person I've encountered in 87 years who can block me is Bella. She doesn't know how she does it. So I suppose that technically, yes, it exists. But that's not very useful in this case. And somehow I doubt I would get the full benefit, if I can always hear what my therapist truly thinks of me.

[canismajorcontrolfreak]

...we...we can try to figure something out. Later.

[Maybe. Hopefully.

Please.]

[bellabellabella]

[That makes him snicker]

It's fine. I've survived this long.

[canismajorcontrolfreak]

[Just. Not commenting further. Not sure if it will do any good.

please let him figure something out to help a mind reading vampire get therapy, this is his insane life now and he's not about to sit down and accept these sorts of things as unsolvable]

[bellabellabella]

[He's still snickering, but also Dylan seems extremely earnest about all this, and after a few moments more he considers him with fondness for caring enough to want to try, even if the position seems fairly impossible, and even if as far as Edward is concerned, he's managed to survive this long by doing what he's doing, and he'll probably be able to keep doing that after all this.

But still.]

Thank you.

[canismajorcontrolfreak]

I just...think you deserve to get some help...just as much as everyone else.

[He'll admit. Even if he doesn't really like everyone here-even hate in one case-they all deserve some help. Dealing with...all of this.]

[bellabellabella]

Truly, I appreciate the thought, and they always say the thought is what counts.

[He snickers again, just a little, at that.]

I suppose it's just nice to know you care, even if I don't quite understand why.