after the Waking World log

[claudiometer]

Hoo boy. I realise this phrasing may be treading on thin ice right now, but strange things are afoot at the Aratta Skyhook.

First things first. Leah took the news that she was chosen to be the first Conductor deliberately... about as well as we figured she would. She has a theory as to why and asked me to run it by you guys. [And so she does, letting the memory play out from the linked point until Leah says she'd like to talk to the Oracle who uncovered this.]

So yeah, Thace, if she hasn't found you already, find her.

Second. I made sure to get a planetside view while I was out and about. Alexandra had never bothered before, and apparently wouldn't have understood what she was looking at anyway, and for an uninhabitable planet there's a shitton happening on the surface. And, uh, I found the source of the mysterious ticking noise, probably.

They're building a computer chip the size of fucking WYOMING.

Comments

[helborn]

More specifically therapists. Therapists do mostly talk therapy. Psychiatrists are specialized doctors who can prescribe mental health medications. Psychologists are the ones who study the field in general.

It might be hard to find a therapist after all of this, but... well. If I make it past the second titanomachy brewing in my world, I'll probably end up as a god. But there's no reason why I can't just... also go to school in disguise. ... I wanted to be a mortician like my dad, but now I want to be a grief counselor.

And if we're going to be able to visit each other like I hope, that might be a good sort of person to have on hand, yeah?

[youandyoualone]

From what Thorne's brother has said, grief counselors are good and useful fellows, yes. They are the only sort of 'shrink' he has not assiduously avoided.

But this is all very fascinating, Casper--I would like to learn more in time.

[helborn]

I can tell you what I know later.

... And I mean, I'm not exactly trained yet, but you can always talk to me if you need.

[youandyoualone]

I shall, for I am still oft troubled by grief, even all these years later.

[helborn]

I'm sorry. ... We'll talk later, okay? I gotta go give people a ride.