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[baruthumos]

You've reached Omega.

If this is a medical emergency, leave your location and the nature of the emergency, any allergies or conditions, and I will be right there.

If you need someone to have a medical emergency, leave your name and a way to contact you.

And if this is about a child, leave your location, the nature of the problem, and tell them I will be right there.

Comments

[baruthumos]

Sigma's moving out. Tex is cosigning the apartment. Delta knew the whole time. They only call her when they want money or when I'm angry. Sigma's either utterly unfit to live on his own or has chosen to not help out around here, and I suspect Delta was trying to distract me. I kept asking him for some proof, some shred of evidence that Sigma wouldn't come home crying after three days and that's when Delta got very nasty.

[the_informant]

Ah. It sounds like your brothers are being highly unfair to you. Concern for a sibling is understandable. I think. I'm sorry, I never had one.

[baruthumos]

Apparently, I was supposed to let him go skipping merrily off a cliff. I know between York and school and work this is going to be too much. He's going to be alone.

[the_informant]

You think he needs help? That is something he could be given. Oh! A roommate!

[baruthumos]

Yeah, yeah, a roommate would be a good idea. I had Delta, always.

[the_informant]

Then perhaps, if he isn't set on a place yet, you could suggest it! I could vet any applicants for you, to be sure!

[baruthumos]

I don't know if he's set on a place. I've been locked out of the process.

[the_informant]

Well, who is involved? I could totally put in a word for you!

[baruthumos]

Tex is helping him. Cosigning. Delta is the one telling him it's a brilliant idea. I never contradict Delta on them unless it's an emergency.

He throws fits about me making unilateral decisions all the time. Apparently, when I think something is a good idea and want to discuss it, I'm an unreasonable tyrant. Sometimes I wonder if he's not a hypocrite so much as there's something wrong with his brain. Something he can't control. Like hemophilia.

[the_informant]

That I doubt. But perhaps you should talk to him about that. Talking can make things better just like it can make them worse.

[baruthumos]

Don't think I can make them any worse.

[the_informant]

I'm guessing communication was never a strong point in your family. Tex is pretty bad at it too. Oh god. Don't tell her I said that.

[baruthumos]

Tex is better than we are. I blame Price. I'm not exactly sure how it's his fault, but I blame him. Though I am told I am exceptionally bad at it.

Price lied so much. We could trust what he said happened or our own memories. Not both.

[the_informant]

Trust me, she has communication issues too. We all do. Very few people are effective communicators.

I think your memories are a better thing to trust.

[baruthumos]

But Tex isn't there!

[the_informant]

If you want my opinion, and I don't know that you do, I would suggest going to Grey. She knows all sorts of things about how the brain works. Maybe she could help you recover some of your memories!

[baruthumos]

That's...can I trust her? She handed out Delta's and York's stuff to me pretty easy.

[the_informant]

I trust her. With my life.

[baruthumos]

With Tex's?

[the_informant]

With Beta's as well. I would. In a heart beat.

[baruthumos]

Then I will talk to her.

[the_informant]

Thank you. Who knows, maybe she can even hook you up with a good medical training group or something. Help you get ready for the other aspect of your work.

[baruthumos]

Yeah, she offered. I was going to take her up on it.

How do you and Tex do this?

[the_informant]

Do what in particular?

[baruthumos]

The thing where I talk to you and then you make everything better and then there's a way to fix it.