IC INBOX; MoM

[pushtheboundaries]

"You've reached Robert Callaghan, Headmaster to the Heropa Organization for imPort Education. Please leave a message with your name, your phone number, and I'll get back to you as soon as I can. As a reminder, my office hours are..."

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after callaghan almost gets burned to death

[hypnotherapy]

My apologies for the intrusion, but I'd like to know about your general health right now. Do you require medical assistance?

[ He's checking up on you, in other words. ]

27 late evening

[pushtheboundaries]

i'm fine. resting.

[can he just sleep for a week cool thanks]

[hypnotherapy]

How are you holding up mentally? [ Whatever, he can't exactly persuade him to go to hospital through text. ]

[pushtheboundaries]

[none of your damn business]

i'm fine.

[hypnotherapy]

Are you just copy pasting that.

[pushtheboundaries]

no.

[maybe]

[hypnotherapy]

wwwww finally, an answer that's not 'i'm fine'. [ TWO CAN PLAY AT THIS GAME, CALLAGHAN ]

[pushtheboundaries]

[sorry were you expecting a response to that
because it's pretty much enough for him to turn the thing face-down and also turn face-down back in to the pillow

he doesn't need to deal with sarcastic AI today dammit]

[hypnotherapy]

[ The obnoxious sarcastic AI can actually enter your comm, so good luck with that.

There's a few minutes of blissful silence before he actually speaks. ]

This is a very interesting view of your bedside table. What wood is this?

[pushtheboundaries]

[that sure is Cal fumbling for a pillow and throwing it over the comm. LET'S SEE YOU DEFEAT THAT, HUH.]

[hypnotherapy]

[ Magicman is just cackling, and that's audible even through the pillow. He may have cranked the volume up just a little.

HE ISN'T DEFEATED YET ]

[pushtheboundaries]

[and now cal grabs ANOTHER PILLOW and. throws it over his own head. FREAKING...]

Knock it off-!

[hypnotherapy]

Well, you're certainly energetic.

How's your burns? [ Right to the point. ]

[pushtheboundaries]

[fuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

Callaghan emits a noise of abject frustration, heaves a(n audibly painful) sigh, and gives up]

They'll be fine. I'm trying to rest.

[hint, hint.]

[hypnotherapy]

Did you get treatment for them? [ If you'd literally just updated him on your physical status he wouldn't have had to annoy you. He notices that pain, though.

Incredibly advanced technology seems a lot less exciting when it's bothering you, doesn't it. ]

I'll stop bothering you in a moment. I just wanted to check that you were doing all right.

[pushtheboundaries]

Yes.

[insomuch as he found someone to help him, and assist with cleaning and the rest.]

[hypnotherapy]

Good. [ He sounds a little relieved. He may not know Callaghan that well, but dude almost got murdered. That kind of impacts on the psyche a bit. ] I'm happy to hear that.

[ He'll continue to check up on him with what time he can spare, but for now, he'll consider this a good enough start. And off he goes. ]