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Governor's Home - TMODJ (PRISM)

Posted Nov. 23, 2023, 6:07 p.m. by Captain Eela Dasca (Lt. Governor) (Lindsay B)

Posted by Civilian Kenzo B’tren-Hyrushi (Governor) in Governor’s Home - TMODJ (PRISM)

Posted by Captain Eela Dasca (Lt. Governor) in Governor’s Home - TMODJ (PRISM)

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Kenzo walked out and found her. He looked at her, then the juice, and then back at her. “It does you no good in the glass. Drink. Now, please.” he said firmly.

It was a good solid two seconds before Eela seemed to register his words or even react. Then she simply reached over for the juice and took a sip.

“Caridee is on her way.” Kenzo said with a finality that was familiar. “She will be here in twenty minutes. When she arrives, I want you two to talk.” He crossed his arms on his chest, a very un-Kenzo like gesture for him, and said “I need you to be all you can, Eela. If that is hurt or angry or sad… we need you to feel it. Because that is how you do what you do. And neither of us has the luxury of being anything other than the best we can be under the circumstances. Not now. After.... after we can both fall apart for a bit. But now… there is simply far too much riding on the next few days.”

Kenzo

She turned her head and fixed her hazel eyes on him. “I don’t need a psychiatrist,” Eela said flatly. She sighed and sipped her juice.

“Everyone needs a psychiatrist at some point. You of all people should know that.” Kenzo said flatly.

Twenty minutes later, Caridee materialized in the Governor’s building. Much like she had been used to when she first arrived at her mother’s building, she was scanned, had her ID checked, bag scanned and searched and then was allowed to go up.

When she was let in, Caridee reached out her empathy to take in the tenor of the space. She could sense two people, other than the guards outside, and much as she anticipated, there was little in the way of detectable emotions. She extended her mind out to her mother’s, letting their familial bond reestablish connection. Caridee swallowed. No response. This was worse than she thought, and the Governor had bene right to be alarmed.

~Eela & Caridee

Kenzo looked up for a moment. “Welcome, Mrs. Sevren.” he said. “We are in the living room. Straight in past the kitchen.” He looked down at Eela and said softly “The fact that I spoke to her first is telling.” and he turned and put his hands behind his back to face Caridee.

Kenzo

An uneasy feeling settled in her stomach, but it wasn’t emotion, not the way Eela would have described it anyway. Almost like a bit of nausea that didn’t quite connect in her mind.

Caridee Sevren, Doctor of Psychiatry, was no stranger to difficult patients, nor that difficult patient being her mother. But she wasn’t here as her mother’s doctor, at least not in an overt sense. She moved through to the living room, her wide legged black trousers flaring about her long legs, and she wore a loose knit green sweater overtop. A bag was slung with her shoulder, containing a few things she might (but hoped) she wouldn’t need. Her steel blue eyes peered at her mother, and Caridee radiated compassion and concern. She shifted her gaze to Kenzo. “I’m glad you called.” Yes, his concern was warranted.

Eela watched her daughter moved towards her and on the sofa facing her, setting the bag on the floor beside her. Caridee simply reached out and held her hand palm up. Eela knew what she wanted her to do, but she didn’t see the point. It wouldn’t change anything. Uncertainty appeared in her eyes.

“Humour me,” Caridee said dryly and Eela reached out and placed her hand on her daughter’s. Caridee folded her other hand overtop and held Eela’s hand, rubbing her thumb along the edge of Eela’s palm, all her senses focused on her mother- the physical sensations, the emotions, the essence of her that she had known all her life. It was not quite there. Yes, the part of her mother that was alive could be detected, but it was like the part of her mother that connected to others and things was dampened or nonexistent. She had never felt that from her mother outside of her coma. “What does that feel like? My thumb, I mean. Can you feel that?” she asked.

Confusion filled Eela’s face. “Yes. Well… a bit.”

Dee breathed in and out, waiting to see if anything changed and looked over at Kenzo. “I know it can get muddied when two people are in contact, but you know each other quite well. Can you sense anything?”

~Eela & Dee


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