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Simon m*therfucking Illyan ([personal profile] unclassifiable) wrote in [community profile] maskormenacelogs 2016-09-17 01:01 am (UTC)

[An opposite transformation seems to come over Simon. In the chair, his posture straightens, his focus becomes still and intense. When Chilton starts talking at length he gets up out of his chair glances around the office; he can risk losing the eye contact so long as Chilton is in the midst of fulfilling a command. He goes for the desk, moving around Chilton to rifle through draws, looking for documents, planners, anything. He can afford to half-listen, letting the chip record the audio while he flashes the visuals in front of his gaze. A second is all he needs for the paper to be immortalized in his memory.

Multi-tasking had become just as much of a personality trait as a survival skill after the chip had been implanted; with the chip there was always two streams of memories, two streams of thoughts occurring simultaneously. It had driven most of its bearers insane. Simon had learned to work with it. As Chilton drones on, Simon already composing further inquiries, pulling out the relevant details . He's here for Baelish, certainly, but more of a handle on Chilton wouldn't go amiss if he has the time. There was certainly something to discover there; no mere civilian doctor attracted that kind of physical trauma by accident.

And he didn't even have to ask about the cameras. Curious that that particular question had elicited that particular bit of information but if anyone could understand bone-deep paranoia, it was Simon. He would have to deal with the cameras after.

Curious, too, that Rincewind's name would come up in this context when Rincewind's terror of Baelish was enough to make him put Baelish into the same category as someone like Lucifer.

Simon's eyebrow hikes higher and higher as Chilton nears the end. He was beginning to develop the notion that Chilton had some deeper issues regarding this Will Graham. Interesting, but low priority. Perhaps he could lengthen this session by applying some fast penta in between hypnosis rounds; the truth drug and its disorienting effects was nearly as good as the hypnosis itself.

He makes an interested noise, almost a hum as Chilton finishes, meeting his eyes again.]


Thank you, Dr. Chilton. [Simon suspected tone was important to keep the hypnotic state less jarring and really it never hurt to be polite.] Now tell me more about Baelish. His goals, his powers, whether he is dangerous or not, and to whom.

[He'd have to come back around for Chilton's powers.]

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