orderfromchaos | 6. open spam + art therapy

[Open spam in the Infirmary]

[In the days since the end of breach, Dillon has been in the infirmary more-or-less around the clock, patching people up, fetching and carrying, and making sure everyone who's tolling is fed if they eat and as comfortable as they can be. He drinks ridiculous amounts of coffee and has learned to reverse his own exhaustion. This will come in handy if he ever manages to go to college. When it's quiet, to keep himself awake, he sketches on the backs of patient charts, surreal intricate cityscapes that converge, impressionist-style, into a beating heart, a half-lidded eye, an open palm.]

[Public, video.]

[He's still in the infirmary, still weary and surrounded by a flock of old coffee cups. He's fairly coherent, considering.]

...so, before we went all spaceships and lasers, our resident cannibal did an art show. Remember that? And it was spiteful and gross, yes, but I've been thinking, it wasn't actually a terrible idea. I mean, art therapy is a real thing, right? Lord knows most of us could use some and are also terrible with the talking kind. The art room could be, should be more than just a thing that's there when we're bored.

But sometimes it feels like...pointless, to make things just for yourself. Or maudlin or whatever. So I thought it could be a thing, if people wanted to, a bunch of us could draw stuff - or paint or smash plates and glue the shards together or whatever you want - and we could collect it and show a bunch of it together, so that all the attention wasn't just on one person, but we'd still get to...get it out, a little, outside of ourselves.

Would anybody else want to do something like that?

[Private to Elsa, backdated to the first or second day back]

Hey, so. You come through okay?

[Private separately to Nathan and Iris.]

...I felt like the whole world.

[He doesn't really know how to deal with that. Help.]

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"At least one"? "That everyone knows about"? [Such a severe eyebrow raise implied there. There's a...distinctly annoyed pause, though, that he's both been recognized and called out so directly.

He decides to ignore it and move on however.]

Hannibal...Lecter? [Does this just keep getting worse by the millisecond?] You're telling me that his name is literally "Hannibal the Cannibal", then. In essence.

Yep. Don't ever let anybody tell you God doesn't have a sense of humor.

And it's a prison ship staffed by people making deals with maybe-the-devil. It's best to assume all your new neighbors might be a little nuts.

You don't say. [Deadpan. Yeah, he was...kind of getting that. It's more worrisome than he'd like to admit.]

So, any other serial killers hanging around?

[He's on a bit of a fishing expedition here. Trying to figure out if two things he already knows about could be possibly related. Or if it's just a macabre coincidence.]

There's a couple. I wouldn't out the rest of them though, it's kind of rude? Like, everybody's here to deal with and get past the stuff they did at home.

But Lecter repeated his ritual here, and announced it to everybody a little while before I came, so he forfeits the courtesy.

Is that one of the unwritten rules of courtesy here? That it's rude to go around talking about other people's crimes?

[Is anyone here functioning like a normal human being with their priorities any more, seriously?]

I see. So we treat this place like it's own little world. How quaint.

It is its own little world.

I mean, I'm pretty new too, this isn't official, or anything. But I have a good sense for how systems work. Every single person who comes here has stuff they don't want to talk about. If we didn't give each other the space to admit stuff in our own time, we'd end up tearing each other to pieces.

Hmmph.

[It's a grumpy sound, but a thoughtful one. He's considering that point. It's very 'you go your way and I'll go mine'...which, as far as survival tactics go, he is forced to confess at times does have its advantages.]

I would have thought there'd be more of a forced 'incentive' to confess.

I think the ship takes care of that part.

[Ominous? What, no.]

[It is a little unsettling, yes. But like most other things it only takes a second or two for him to brush it off with annoyance.]

Well. If you're not willing to divulge other people's back-stories, I suppose then I don't have any more questions.

Only my own, and what's public knowledge, sorry.

[Which implies that he actually knows somewhat more than is public knowledge. But that's not important.]

Well I'm not interested in the latter, and as said, I probably don't need you for the former.

But thanks for your time. [That doesn't sound 'thankful' though. It's dismissive.]

6. open spam + art therapy

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