touch of madness.

Mon, 01 Dec 2008 06:53:06 GMT

I can't say that I haven't been looking foward to doing that.

Fri, 13 Jun 2008 03:11:11 GMT

Nothing much has changed as of late.

OOC To the IC

Thu, 27 Dec 2007 08:23:13 GMT

As of this date in ~~history~~ 2007, every entry in this journal is Icly slamdiddly locked down.

Sat, 22 Sep 2007 20:21:44 GMT

If a little bit of pain makes you feel a whole lot better, how would you feel about a whole lot of pain? I wonder.

Mon, 17 Sep 2007 18:29:59 GMT

my head does no thinking no screaming no moving my arms
my mind is a blank and there is no despair there is only
professor marvel
there is only
scarecrow

--locked to flist--

Mon, 17 Sep 2007 05:16:46 GMT

~~What happens is not on me.~~

We're such a good and happy family.

~~Arkham is mine.~~

Such a happy, happy family.

Oughtn't we to go meet the strangers, so we can show them the way to the Emerald City? I'm sure that little girl will feel shy in this beautiful land, and I know if 'twas me I'd like somebody to give me a welcome.

Mon, 17 Sep 2007 05:11:26 GMT

onlystraw,

If you could manage not to use my absence from my own world as an excuse to wreak havoc upon it, that would be wonderful.

--locked to John--

Mon, 17 Sep 2007 05:09:50 GMT

John,

I have no idea if you will even see this. I hope that you will.

I do not intend for this to be a permanent seperation, I do not intend to keep your children from you. However, we do not always have control over our intentions, so I suppose we will have to see. There are things that need to be happening right now, and I am fairly positive that you would disagree with me on this. I am hoping it is of some relief to you that Sam remained behind. Sophia and Pepik are likely with your sister, unless Sam has retrieved them.

The others are with Elizabeth and myself. I am not keeping Elizabeth here against her will. You may assure her husband of this, if you like.

Donna is not here with me. To my knowledge, I had nothing to do with that. We have had words since her leaving, and they were not pleasant.

I do love you. You may, of course, not believe that at the moment. This does not make that untrue. I swear that much to you. I can promise you that.

If not for what has happened the past few months, I am certain that I would've brought you with us as well.

I'll be in touch.

Love,
Jonathan

--locked--

Sun, 16 Sep 2007 03:47:59 GMT

Doctor Wilson has performed satisfactorily, and will continue to run Arkham Asylum for the considerable duration. As I understand it, he would like to set up some sort of board of directors, and he will be in charge of this as well.

The book has been finished, and has been sent to someone who can deal with that sort of thing. I don't actually expect that it will be published. It's honestly not that well written.

Myself, my children and a few others will likely be incommunicado in our own universe for the near future. That does not mean we are unreachable. Only slightly more difficult to get ahold of.

There is work that needs doing.

There are things I cannot be here for.

There are people who clearly need shaking up.

That is all.

Sun, 16 Sep 2007 03:41:42 GMT

Henchmen? A wonderful thing. Henchmen who were formerly patients of Arkham? ...a little iffier. Lucidity was a must at certain times, but not always. Sometimes, you just needed some crazy-pants.

Not right now, though. This would need an extra bit of lucid. Kidnapping was one thing. Stealing your own family? Quite another.

God only knew why he'd sent Jane ahead to do scoutwork, then.

Well, scratch that. Sam had no idea why Jonathan had done that. No idea at all.

He didn't know if any of this was a good idea. He didn't exactly feel great about this, about shattering their little family up even more. Leaving John behind. He loved John. Really. Honestly.

Donna was gone. That wasn't suprising. Not really.

John wouldn't agree with anything he wanted to do. Not any of it. He didn't know about Elizabeth, not honestly. But he was nearly 100% certain that nothing good would come of John being entangled with this.

If he were more honest with himself, he'd admit that he'd have brought John if Donna was still around. He'd have brought her as well.

Some had been left behind. Some by choice. Upsetting, but at least John wouldn't be totally left alone.

This was better.

It was better this way.

It had to be better this way.

Sun, 09 Sep 2007 01:43:41 GMT

Upsetting, but not exactly suprising.

Sun, 08 Jul 2007 05:44:04 GMT

Happy birthday, John.

Fri, 06 Jul 2007 20:30:28 GMT

I have placed Doctor Wilson in charge at Arkham, if you have any concerns about the place, take it up with him. I am on sabbatical from everything else, except any sort of government obligations. I don't honestly care if anyone thinks that that is not a real sabbatical. It's less work than I've done the past few years.

And yes, I am writing a book. Enough on that.

No, I am not 'up to' anything in Gotham. Or Metropolis. Or anywhere.

Fri, 24 Nov 2006 07:32:05 GMT

Thanksgiving was...intensely loud.

Tue, 21 Nov 2006 03:51:06 GMT

Not much to report. Most patients are doing well. The ones that aren't aren't.

Mon, 23 Oct 2006 00:47:46 GMT

I appear to have annoyed some Nexian idiot. How utterly horrible.

Tue, 19 Sep 2006 02:53:34 GMT

Well, apparently one of my patients has...exploded in some manner. That's...wonderful.

Sun, 17 Sep 2006 06:22:07 GMT

Is it too much to ask that people not paint graffitti on the asylum?

--rp log--

Sat, 16 Sep 2006 05:35:09 GMT

ArkhamDr: So, he has finally come to visit his alternate. Having more than one job is incredibly cumbersome towards visiting people. But now he stands in the doorway!
Only Straw: His alternate is lying on his bed, staring up at the ceiling, all scrawny and t-shirted and upset.
ArkhamDr: "Good evening."
Only Straw: He glances over, barely moving his head.
ArkhamDr: He slides over the stool that he has for some reason brought with him and sits down. "I haven't been to see you yet."
Only Straw: His expression is, for a brief moment, deeply hurt, but that passes.
ArkhamDr: "I apologize for that. It's inexcusable." Oh, someone's upped his dosages.
Only Straw: "Between your work and your family..."
ArkhamDr: "Yes. Well. I've taken a few days off." He blinks. "So I came here."
Only Straw: "So, I'm a leisure activity, then?"
ArkhamDr: "No."
ArkhamDr: "Of course not."
Only Straw: He shuts his eyes.
ArkhamDr: "Things haven't been well, I take it."
Only Straw: He sighs. "I'm sorry."
ArkhamDr: "There's no reason to be sorry."
Only Straw: "I don't know what to do now."
Only Straw: "I suppose you watched the recordings of my apointments."
ArkhamDr: "I've seen one. I'm working backwards." He leans forward a bit. "Did you want to discuss that?"
Only Straw: "You've seen one? That... I'm not... you're... I need out. I need out, and you haven't?"
Only Straw: "SORRY, sorry. I'm staying. Yes."
ArkhamDr: "I have. If you want to discuss it, we can do that. You don't have to."
Only Straw: "So, I'm still here because you haven't had time."
ArkhamDr: "No, you're still here as you're being treated."
Only Straw: "... Yes, all right..."
ArkhamDr: "I wouldn't do that. Well. Not to you, at any rate."
Only Straw: He says quietly, "I know, I know."
ArkhamDr: "What do you want from this? Disregarding anything that anyone else wants?"
Only Straw: "I-I.. I want to be well... so that I may leave..."
ArkhamDr: "Really?"
Only Straw: He half-nods.
ArkhamDr: "What else?"
Only Straw: "I want to learn?"
ArkhamDr: "Learn to be well?"
Only Straw: "Yes."
ArkhamDr: "Why?"
Only Straw: "S-so that... I... So... I have to."
ArkhamDr: He tilts his head.
Only Straw: "What... what I need is wrong..."
ArkhamDr: "Is it?"
Only Straw: "Yes?"
ArkhamDr: "Why?"
Only Straw: "Because... it..."
ArkhamDr: "Yes?"
Only Straw: "... Causes harm to myself and others."
ArkhamDr: "Yes. I suppose."
Only Straw: "A-and I'm wrong to... to think that it is beautiful, e-even if it's the... the..."
ArkhamDr: "Who told you this?"
Only Straw: "Dr. Anders?"
ArkhamDr: "Do you agree with his assessment? You actual thoughts, not what he has told you."
Only Straw: His eyes widen, and he glances about.
ArkhamDr: "It's not recording."
Only Straw: "Oh... oh dear..."
ArkhamDr: "Do you want it to be?"
Only Straw: He looks about to panic.
ArkhamDr: "Jonathan?"
Only Straw: "Yes? Yes?"
ArkhamDr: He pushes a button on a control, and turns the cameras back on, then. "If you're sure."
Only Straw: "What? Wha.. what? No. No? Yes?"
ArkhamDr: Jonathan will even turn them back off again. "Off or on, Jonathan? You can talk to me, you know that."
Only Straw: "Off?" He rolls onto his side, facing away. "I will say the wrong thing."
ArkhamDr: He turns them off. "It's not as if I have any business telling you what's right or wrong."
Only Straw: "This is your business."
ArkhamDr: "I suppose."
Only Straw: "A-and if I say the wrong thing..."
ArkhamDr: "I won't tell anyone."
ArkhamDr: "There is no wrong thing."
Only Straw: "I'm very confused."
ArkhamDr: "Why?"
Only Straw: "I'm unhappy. I-I'm very unhappy."
ArkhamDr: "Do you know why?"
Only Straw: "I can't stop needing it."
ArkhamDr: "Why do you want to?"
Only Straw: "I don't want to."
ArkhamDr: "Why don't you want to?"
Only Straw: "It /is/ beautiful."
ArkhamDr: "Yes."
Only Straw: "It is."
ArkhamDr: "Very."
Only Straw: He gives off a small, sad noise.
ArkhamDr: "Balance, however, doesn't hurt. With perceptions."
Only Straw: "What do you mean?"
ArkhamDr: "People see what they want to see. If you're a good man, most of the time, they won't notice if you're not so good the rest of the time."
Only Straw: "I'm not stable e-enough..."
ArkhamDr: "Am I?"
Only Straw: "Yes."
ArkhamDr: "I highly doubt that."
ArkhamDr: He considers. "I have Donna. And John." Brief pause. "And Dr Weir. That helps."
Only Straw: "I don't even understand why you need so many people."
ArkhamDr: "Does it matter?"
Only Straw: "W-well, no..."
ArkhamDr: "You can have what you want to have. You just have to be careful."
Only Straw: "I'm always caught."
ArkhamDr: "Why do you think that is?"
Only Straw: "I don't know. Why do you run the asylum, never get caught, have as many partners as you want, the respect of your community, and yet claim to be as instable as I am?"
ArkhamDr: "I work on patients."
Only Straw: He sneers, behind his hand, and facing the wall.
ArkhamDr: "I don't tell people what I've done. Other than yourself, and Donna. And that was a mistake."
Only Straw: "I /had/ to! They would have found out, and taken everything away! Dr. Anders was already about to do just that!"
ArkhamDr: "What was he going to take away?"
Only Straw: "They're rebuilding the library."
Only Straw: "So, so... so that's it, then? You'll get to keep this, too, and I won't."
ArkhamDr: "You'll get to keep your library. I'm sure of that."
Only Straw: "That's not what I mean."
ArkhamDr: "What do you mean, then?"
Only Straw: "I must not harm anyone."
ArkhamDr: "In nexus."
Only Straw: "Anywhere. To be let out."
ArkhamDr: "If that's what you want. I'm hardly about to tell you that."
Only Straw: "I hate you."
Only Straw: "Why don't you understand?"
ArkhamDr: "Because I don't believe that that is actually what you want to do. Or what you actually plan to do."
Only Straw: "Why don't you understand that this is what I'm caught up in, now? Why don't you understand that no matter what I do, I /get/ caught, and stopped, and... and... why don't you understand that you always have /everything/ I don't have?!"
ArkhamDr: "Why aren't you more careful?"
Only Straw: "I AM CAREFUL"
ArkhamDr: "Are you?"
Only Straw: "Oh, and now you're better at this business than me, is that it? Is that it?"
ArkhamDr: "No."
Only Straw: "You didn't even visit me, in all the time I've been here. I thought we were like family."
ArkhamDr: "We are. And I'm here /now/."
Only Straw: "/Now./"
Only Straw: "I swear that all you ever do is work and sleep around."
ArkhamDr: "And I will continue to be here, because clearly I have no one capable in this place."
Only Straw: He mutters.
ArkhamDr: "Pardon?"
Only Straw: "I said that they're more capable than you are."
ArkhamDr: "If that were true, you wouldn't be here."
Only Straw: "If you were, you would have been here."
ArkhamDr: "I have other jobs. And other patients. And, I have children. And I'm here now." He sits back. "What do you expect will happen if you do what they want you to do?"
Only Straw: "I'll be let out, and I'll be better at understanding people, and in keeping them from harming me."
ArkhamDr: "All that, if you're quiet and good?"
Only Straw: "... I don't think it will change how they treat me, but if I'm quiet, then at least... a-at least I'm being what I'm supposed to be."
ArkhamDr: "No one is supposed to be quiet all of the time. I am quite certain your doctor did not tell you that."
Only Straw: "I want to be content. I am never content."
ArkhamDr: "What would make you content? In actuality. If someone were able to give this to you."
Only Straw: "If I didn't need anything, I would be content."
ArkhamDr: "Other than /that/."
Only Straw: "That's the problem."
Only Straw: "I-I suppose, if.. if.. if I learned to accept that I need things."
Only Straw: "That I can't have."
ArkhamDr: "That would be a start." He hesitates. "There are things that you want that I'm sure that you /can/ have."
ArkhamDr: "What would help you accept this?"
Only Straw: "I don't know."
ArkhamDr: "If you like, you can spend more time in the isolation tanks. I'm told that you enjoyed that?"
Only Straw: "I did. I would like that. D-Dr. Anders suggested that perhaps I could have company when I take my meals?"
ArkhamDr: "I'll schedule that, then." He nods. "That would also be fine."
Only Straw: "Th-thank you."
ArkhamDr: "You don't have to thank me, but you're welcome. Is there anything else that you think would help?"
Only Straw: "The camera can't be off..."
ArkhamDr: "Right now? Or in general?"
Only Straw: "In general."
ArkhamDr: "All right."
Only Straw: "It can?"
ArkhamDr: He considers. "I think that if you wanted, you could have thirty minutes a day without the camera."
ArkhamDr: "For now. More later, maybe."
Only Straw: "Th-thirty minutes when? I get to choose?"
ArkhamDr: "Yes. That would be all right."
Only Straw: "Whenever I choose?"
ArkhamDr: "Good." He nods. "Whenever you choose."
Only Straw: "Thirty minutes..."
ArkhamDr: "Yes."
Only Straw: "All right."
ArkhamDr: He smiles a bit. "Good?"
Only Straw: "Yes."
ArkhamDr: "Okay."
Only Straw: "When Isobel visits?"
ArkhamDr: "If that's when you'd like."
Only Straw: "If I choose to miss one day, may I have an hour?"
ArkhamDr: He considers. "I think that would be all right. But missing four days for two hours likely wouldn't be."
Only Straw: "An hour..."
ArkhamDr: He nods.
Only Straw: "Thank you, very much."
ArkhamDr: "Of course. I will help you, you know this. I want to."
Only Straw: "All right, yes. All right. An hour..."

Mon, 28 Aug 2006 07:14:17 GMT

Prompt 1

Mon, 21 Aug 2006 03:30:58 GMT

Ha.

Ahem.

I'm most certainly not amused at the death of Bruce Wayne.

Truly, I am not.

Thu, 17 Aug 2006 23:00:26 GMT

Happy anniversary.

notations

Thu, 17 Aug 2006 03:32:33 GMT

* Apparently, I work too hard. I doubt that very much.

* Two of the marines will need to be sent home, as they are not coping as well as could be expected here. The same for one of the botanists.

* We are receiving new patients in Arkham soon, so I think that we will need more staff. I should discern how to obtain such a thing, since apparently Dr Wilson is incapable of hiring anyone that isn't absurdly pretty.

* I am told that my alternate is back in Arkham for some sort of self-mutilation type of thing.

* I should likely head down to Arkham at some point this week and evaluate things there.

Mon, 26 Jun 2006 07:38:28 GMT

Doctor Elliot is now incarcerated in Arkham, for lack of a better term.

I don't really care to discuss any of the rest of it.

Sun, 18 Jun 2006 08:16:03 GMT

I would like to go home.

Now.