MY LITTLE PONIES & GOATS (WHO ARE FOOD FOR DRAGONS)

[soulping]

[ In this isolated chamber, there are enough chairs around the rickety, rotten wooden desk to seat everybody. Some sunlight streams through the boarded windows to give enough light. You have pencils, pens, some scrap paper to brainstorm with, and a formal test sheet to put your final answers on. ]

Comments

[onebullet]

Maybe. I don't know what year I come from.

[gandere]

It just sounds so.. futuristic! A gel that you can put on any injury? Is that what it is?

[onebullet]

You use it to plug injuries to stop bleeding. Pain relief for broken bones and bullet wounds, too. Should work long enough to get you to a doctor.

[gandere]

That's nothing like ancient Greece.

Maybe you can help figure out the other questions... like number four. What is with that question anyway? I'm not a psychiatrist!

[onebullet]

Therapy?

I'm no doctor, either, I'm a soldier. Or, was.

[gandere]

A soldier... aren't they taught how to handle depression? I mean it must be pretty depressing at times to do the things a soldier must do.

Which is why you're experienced enough to answer that question.

[onebullet]

I've only had the one memory back. And it wasn't... very helpful.

[gandere]

All right, but maybe it's muscle memory. You know, the stuff you remember without actually recalling the memories associated with it.

If you were depressed, how would you conduct yourself?

[onebullet]

If one of my crew members was suffering depression, I'd offer them support and advise them to see the ship's doctor.

[gandere]

That sounds respectable, but what if you were stranded somewhere away from a doctor? How would you cure a crew member that was acting out of their norm?

[onebullet]

I don't know. It depends on the individual.

[gandere]

I guess it would...

But in the end, therapy would be the best for them no matter what.