The X-Project

Right. I know it's only been two weeks, and I know that there's half-a-hundred new students to get acclimatised, and settled in, but I found out last night that the only person who's sat down with Jono and tried to help him make any sense of what's happened to him is Essex. And all he did was frighten the poor fuck with comments about how it was interesting that the world's most powerful psion couldn't do anything about his gut.

Except the worlds most powerful psion hasn't bleeding tried, has he? At least, not that Jono knows about. Has anyone actually taken the time to work out what's wrong with the kid, and what he can do with the lightbulb in his chest? I'm not expecting fucking miracles, but he's been here two weeks, and if there's anyone here who needs to feel like they're not beyond help, it's Jono. It's really nice encouraging him to use his talents, and draw him out of himself, and not treating him like a freak, and y'know, fucking hooray for all that, but Jesus Christ! He's just about aware that he's got something to do with psionics and bio-electrics in his chest, thanks to the Bedside Manners Posterboy, and that's it, and he doesn't know if he can really do anything useful with it, or if anyone's even looking for ways for him to do *anything* with it.

Basically, he's had nothing he wouldn't have gotten in a fucking research lab back in England, apart from some classes and shiny happy hugging people who are tiptoeing around his problem. And y'know, most of them are students, so that's OK, but we've got a faculty here who got a kid with a genuine, serious problem arrive, and then proceeded to treat him like the problem didn't exist. You don't have to drop everything, but it'd be nice if the kid thought that people were genuinely looking into what happened to him....

He's halfway convinced that Allerdyce had the right idea, getting out of here, for fucks sake.

Well, I've picked up sparky the wordless wonder, and the poor sod is understandably about as cheerful as a wet rag. We're on the red eye over, and I'll cab us to the school. Someone's going to need their counselling hat on for this one - the poor fuck is convinced that he'll never pull again.

Still, at least he'll never need a lamp to read in bed with...

See you all tomorrow.