Psychoprotective (Youjo Senki/Psychonauts)

If the opinion was related to specific children, there wouldn't be a direct link between children and competence. They would instead be that specific child with a link towards both competent and child. Raz's interference made Hollis convinced that every child is as competent as Tanya is, and should be used as a valuable resource in this emergency.
 
Chapter 3.05
Hollis was rather chagrined when Tanya came back to herself. "I'm… sorry about what you saw in there." She said, "I wasn't in my right mind."

"I'm wondering why you left a bunch of children in your mind unattended after teaching them one of the most dangerous psychic powers around." Tanya said, rubbing her head.

"I thought I had left them isolated enough." Hollis groused, "But I didn't account for Razputin's resourcefulness. I was reviewing personnel to figure out who was both trustworthy and able to be reassigned." She glowered into the middle distance. "When I get my hands on that…"

"Razputin is a child, Hollis." Tanya reminded her. "One that, need I remind you, was gullible enough to let the other interns steal his clothes. This was just another attempt at hazing gone wrong."

Hollis thought about that. "...Yes, that does make more sense. Talented and gullible, there's a combination."

"It is something we can only hope to fix in time." Tanya agreed.

"Of course, we still need to make it clear that his actions were completely unacceptable." Hollis added.

"Definitely." Tanya said, nodding along. "Let me handle it, though. I'll give him both barrels." Maybe she'll even crack open some war memories for him to really understand the magnitude of his fuckup. "But first, one of us needs to dive into Truman's mind for diagnosis."

"I have my hands full." Hollis admitted. "You do it. You didn't stray too far in my mind, just take a similar level of care in his and we won't have a problem. I'll need a full debrief on what you saw after this whole mess is dealt with, though."

"Understood." Tanya said, a little pained. She was hoping that she wouldn't have to do any more mental dives… "Hopefully the nugget of wisdom I just got from you will be enough to identify the issue."

"Hang on." Hollis said, gesturing for Tanya to step closer. When she did, Hollis placed a finger on Tanya's forehead and transferred some additional knowledge, effectively giving her another nugget of wisdom about identifying psychic maladies. "That should cover the possibilities."

Mind swimming with new information, Tanya nodded weakly. "Yes, that should do it."

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It was agreed that, after seeing that the interns were using their assignment to 'watch Ford' as an excuse to slack off in the man's many general vicinities, that it was safe to just keep them there. Honestly, they wanted to be given a task and they won't even do the thing they were asked to do! Teenagers…

"Razputin! There you are." Tanya growled as she walked up to the ten year old and gripped his shoulder.

"Tanya!" He said, happy to see her. "I've been looking for you, where've you been? Hey, we should go check on the mail room again."

"I've been disarming the time bomb you left in Hollis' head." Tanya said evenly. Razputin's cheer evaporated.

"T-time bomb?" He said, worried.

"She was an hour away from conscripting everyone who has ever attended Camp Whispering Rock, including me!" Tanya said bluntly. "Yes, time bomb."

"But… you're already a Psychonaut." Razputin said, confused.

"I'm employed by the Psychonauts organization." Tanya corrected, "I am not, nor have I ever been, formally recognized as a Psychonaut." Informally… yeah, fixing up Helmut qualified her. "If Hollis ever tells me to do something outside the scope of my contract, I can simply refuse." She increased her grip strength. "Tell me, how would you react if Hollis decided that Dogen was more useful exploding Communist heads than learning how to actually control his pyrokinesis? That was one of the ideas that was percolating in her head, thanks to you."

Razputin paled, the image she evoked vivid enough to get through to him. "I didn't know that would-"

"Exactly." Tanya interrupted. "You had only the vaguest idea what you were doing, and set out to act instead of considering the consequences of your actions. Did you know what Hollis wanted to do to you until I convinced her to let me handle things?" Tanya didn't actually know the specifics, but knowing Hollis, it would have likely involved making some very unpleasant Mental Connections in Razputin's head. She would have hated herself afterwards, but that was why Tanya had to intervene and let her more rational self take the reins.

"Oh." He said weakly. "What's going to happen now?" He asked, defeated.

"First, you're out of the intern program." Tanya said. Razputin flinched. She started walking to their next destination and gestured for him to follow. He did. "I don't actually have the authority to do that, but I can put you somewhere you can't cause trouble and leave you there. Normally, you could go to Hollis to complain if I did that, but I'm sure you understand why that's not an option for you?" Razputin nodded hastily. "Once this crisis is dealt with, without you making things worse, we can revisit this and make a final decision about the intern program."

"Okay." He said, almost crying. "Where are we going?" He said, looking around.

"The daycare." Tanya said bluntly as they entered the section in question. Razputin made a pained noise.

"Oh, hey Raz!" Dogen said, sipping a juice box in front of one of the televisions. At a glance, it was some educational cartoon on the public broadcast channel.

"Your new marching orders, soldier," Tanya said officially. "-is protection detail. Dogen Boole is part of the future of the Psychonauts, and he must be kept safe from communist saboteurs. This includes not letting him leave this area until you are relieved by me or another superior officer." Tanya leered at the ten year old. "Is that a clear enough mission, Private?"

"Tanya!" Shouted Visha, the telepathic broadcast accompanied by excited barks. She impacted Tanya's chest like a living missile, and started licking at Tanya's face. "I love you, Tanya."

"Pft, ptuie. I love you too, Visha." Tanya said, giving the dog a big hug. "I just stopped by to make sure you were having fun here."

"This place is great!" Visha replied, "There are toys, and balls, and kids who throw the ball, and all the belly rubs I can ask for!" Visha wiggled her legs insistently.

"That's good." Tanya said, taking the hint and rubbing her belly. "I'll be back later, Visha. Then we can go home."

"Uh, Tanya?" Razputin said, clearly conflicted.

"Yes, Razputin?" Tanya asked, putting Visha down and patting the dog on the butt to send her on her way.

"Um… You see… I had a good reason… but…" He gripped his hair, adjusting his helmet and goggles. "...I can't tell you. Or even why I can't tell you."

Wait… that seemed serious. "...There are very few acceptable reasons for you to be unable to tell me something, as your direct report." Tanya said, "But you have lost the benefit of the doubt. The only one who could have possibly done so is Hollis, as no one else would have told you to leave me out of it. I assume you were specifically told to not involve me?" She asked. Razputin flinched. "I see. Well, whatever Hollis told you, she'll get someone else to handle it. Now, I have a Grand Head to project into to get to the bottom of what's wrong with him."

Razputin's eyes widened. What did he know? "Um… go ahead, I guess. I'll wait here, staying out of trouble."

…She was going to regret keeping him on base, wasn't she?

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When she returned to Truman's office, Mom and Lili were both, surprisingly, absent. Even more surprisingly, Truman was standing up and closing the crate that had been sent to him. "Truman?" Tanya asked, surprised. "You're awake."

"Hm? Oh, yes. Tanya." Truman said, clearing his throat. "Yes, I am back. Tell me, what is the progress of everything? No one was here when I awoke."

Hm. He seemed normal enough… "Well, I had just finished getting authorized to dive into your head to attempt to wake you… I suppose that's no longer needed."

"Yes." He said, a little calmer perhaps than she thought warranted.

"First, about half of our personnel have been afflicted with psilirium poisoning." She said bluntly. "Most of the other half is trying to deal with that or acting as a skeleton crew."

"That's bad." Truman commented.

"Your judgment is as impeccable as ever, sir." Tanya said sarcastically. "Next, Lili is fine, but Camp Whispering Rock had to be canceled due to a disastrous implementation of that secret adventure plan that you approved."

It took Truman a moment to reply, but he nodded in understanding. "At least Lili, my precious daughter, is okay."

"There was a SNAFU with Hollis and the interns, but it's been cleared up. It did hinder response times for the other crises, including your health." Tanya said, ticking off a third finger.

"Unfortunate, but I'm better now." Truman insisted.

"You really should get checked out by Medical, sir." Tanya added, before ticking off a fourth finger. "Next, Ford's started to infest the Motherlobe again." Truman's eyes widened in surprise. "I know, sir. He's not as erratic as he was before getting committed to Whispering Rock, but his Agent Archetype has yet to surface, so he's still completely unreasonable. If we were operating as normal, his obstruction would be disastrous, but ironically, in this case the pre-existing crises prevent him from being more than a minor annoyance. Hollis deployed the interns to keep an eye on him."

"What about that Grulovian boy, what was his name?" Truman asked.

Tanya raised her eyebrow. "How do you know about Razputin?"

"Ah yes, that was it." Truman said, "I remember just a little bit from while I was out, but I distinctly remember seeing him with Lili." After a moment, his eyes widened. "Wait, does Lili have a boyfriend?"

…Something was wrong here. "Are you alright, sir?" Normally, he'd be either faking outrage, or displaying his amusement. He was doing neither, acting concerned but… it was off.

"Perfectly fine," he insisted. "-now, what's he doing?"

Tanya stared at him suspiciously, letting the weight of her gaze crack his composure. He remained firm. "I confined him to the daycare so he'd stay out of trouble." Tanya said slowly. "He was instrumental in causing that SNAFU I mentioned."

Truman frowned at that. What? "How did Ford Cruller get here?" He asked.

Why did he use Ford's full name? "I don't know." Tanya admitted, "I assume it's enemy action, but I don't see how… or why." She never did ask how they got him moved to Whispering Rock in the first place… "You'd know more about how to move Ford than I would."

"I don't quite recall the protocol we used." Truman admitted, which was an odd turn of phrase for him to use. "But I vaguely recall something about… bacon?"

Why would bacon be… Tanya's eyes widened. "Razputin." She said, the pieces coming together. "He saved a piece of bacon from lunch, and it was minutes after he went to the bathroom that Ford showed up." How A went into B, she didn't know, but… "...Razputin said that Ford was the one who said he was promoted to Psychonaut during the Whispering Rock incident." Tanya said out loud, puzzling it out. "I assume he meant the Agent Archetype did so, who is certainly lucid enough to create a long term telepathic connection, bound to an olfactory stimulus… like bacon. Which can be used to focus a teleport, bringing him from there to here."

"Yes, I think you've got it." Truman said, smiling widely.

"The only thing missing from the picture is why Razputin would call Ford in." Tanya said, "Also, what Razputin said to him in order to cause him to teleport here. Without the BPR, " which stands for Big Psitanium Rock and the official code name for that particular piece, "-the Agent Archetype couldn't pursue whatever mission objective Razputin asked for assistance on. The Agent Archetype knows this."

"Do we have any suspects for the instigators of the crisis?" Truman asked.

"Oh, right." Tanya said, blushing that she forgot. "Key to your abduction was that villainous actor we hired to play the bad guy, Dr. Loboto. He was apparently the one who did… whatever it was that was done to you in the Rhombus of Ruin. We did capture and interrogate him, but due to the powerful fear-based suppression in his mind, all we have is that the Deluginists are behind it."

Truman's expression was uncharacteristically grave. "This is serious." He said, "The Deluginists are very dangerous."

"We certainly know that now, yes." Tanya agreed. "We thought that they were crippled, but to think they shifted to using psilirium…" They could actually awaken Maligula if they got that stuff near Nona Aquato, for one. Wait… Tanya paled as she realized the possibilities. "Did they get to the files on Project Hydrophobia? They could make ten Maligulas if they tracked down the survivors." The thing about psilirium is that not only did it induce insanity that can be tuned, with the right know-how, to consistently have a similar result as Compound M (or you could just roll the dice and have them fall on KILL EVERYONE), it was also an incredibly dense alternative to psitanium to increase the power of those former child soldiers on top of the normal power boost. Project Hydrophobia had about twenty-five survivors, but only about ten of them were considered 'high-risk', due to the others becoming stable enough to be called 'recovered', committing suicide, or ending up falling victim to their condition and ending up being put down.

Truman's eyes widened. "I would very much like to know if those files have been accessed, yes." He went to his desk. "...Where are they again? I'm still a little…" He twirled his finger vaguely.

"Those would be in the secure archives." Tanya said. "I've never had to access them before, so I don't know where they are." This was a lie. This was a blatant lie. She's the one who has to fix the thing when Otto's busy or just doesn't want to be bothered.

He looked at her strangely. "...Don't you have access to all the tech to fix it?"

Okay, he passed the test. "Just keeping you on your toes, sir." She said, "I guess it's not time to drag you to Medical yet."

"You know Tanya, I appreciate the concern, but stop that." He gave her a small glare. "These are serious times and I don't need my subjects trying to trick me." Subjects? What an odd turn of phrase. He better not be thinking of her as a test subject… Maybe she should drag him to Medical anyway.

"Is there anything else I should know about?" Truman asked.

"Hollis should be able to get you an accurate picture as to who is and isn't able to work." Tanya said to wrap things up. "Also, she likely knows of a few relevant events that I don't know about. I'll go check the security on the secure archives."

"You do that." He said authoritatively. Hm, that's not like him… Something is seriously off about Truman. "Oh, two more things: First, my lunch has definitely gone bad and I seem to have lost my key. Go incinerate the contents, and you'll want to minimize your exposure. It's likely mold city. Actually, just throw it in the lake." Tanya nodded, telekinetically grabbing the lockbox. "Second, it sounds like Razputin is going to be critical in resolving our Ford Cruller situation. Get him on that with the rest of the interns. We need our founder fixed."

Tanya paused. Why was he insisting on trying to get the man fixed instead of contained? "Are you sure, sir? He might get hurt, and he never signed the waiver, there's a legal liability there..."

"That's a risk we'll just have to take." He said, "It's a hard decision, but I'm the man who needs to make it."

…Okay, she'll definitely be telling Medical staff to come check him out. Truman was definitely not thinking straight if he wasn't utterly terrified of lawsuits and the resulting audit.

But there was a time to mutiny for her boss's own good, and there was a time to follow orders. Right now? In the middle of a crisis? One where she didn't have an alternate timeline to cheat notes off of?

…She'll follow orders.

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It was easy enough to confirm that the secure archives were secure. Unlike the vast majority of the computer systems, they were able to implement an access log, and she was the first person to access them in nine days. Tanya put the whole thing on an additional lockdown, literally removing a critical component of the data retrieval functions of the psitanium computer and destroying it to prevent anyone from accessing the top secret information without replacing it or using psychic powers to emulate the piece, which would require knowing exactly how to make the component anyway. Only her and Otto would be able to do so.

Just in case, she left a note apologizing for breaking it, slipping the sticky note inside the hollow created by her extracting the component. Sure, she didn't plan on dying, and Otto was around, but it should stop Hollis from panicking if she finds out about the broken machine.

With the only important thing that Truman requested that she handle being taken care of, Tanya went to Medical. It was… rough. Every single bed was occupied by someone who had to be strapped into the table, everyone in beds had therapeutic helmets designed to counter psilirium poisoning, and the actual medical staff were extremely occupied. At a glance, the padded rooms were overstuffed, each converted into additional bed space using improvised restraints on top of straightjackets and psychoisolation helmets, presumably to prevent them from hurting anyone else in the absence of equipment meant to actually treat them.

Ah, there's Director Frued. He was the grandson of the famous psychologist, and was proud of it. "Director, I have information."

"What, what is it?" Director Frued asked, frazzled. "Is it more work or something to make my life easier?"

"Truman's conscious but acting a bit strange." Tanya summarized quickly. "He's taking charge, so sending someone qualified to check on his mental state may prevent a disaster."

"Shit shoved up a whore's cunt!" He cursed in German. Tanya raised her eyebrow. She doesn't think she's ever heard anyone shove those particular swears together before. "I can't send anyone." He said, switching to English. "But I'll tell Hollis to do it for you, she'll listen to me."

"Thank you. Goodbye." Tanya said in German. Director Freud paused before slapping his own face.

With that handled, she could throw this valuable lockbox in the lake, as ordered… or she could try and defuse the Ford bomb first. With… Razputin. Tanya sighed. She needed to question him, at the very least.

Should she open the thing first? She does have the key… Nah. She needs her constitution undisturbed by smelling rotten food.

Entering the daycare for the third time today, Tanya looked around, then had to double take. "Lili? What are you doing here?"

Lili was sitting at a table with Razputin, the both of them playing chess. Lili was winning by a landslide, so Tanya assumed that Razputin was just learning. "Oh, hey Tanya." She said, a little melancholy. "Dad insisted I go here when he woke up. Said it'd be safe." She sighed in frustration.

"You want to help?" Tanya asked, finishing her thought.

"Yes!" She said angrily, before deflating. "But… It's kind of nice that Dad's worrying. He doesn't usually do that."

"Usually, the danger posed by infiltrators isn't so close to home." Tanya said softly. Wait, why didn't she get ambushed by… ah. Visha's napping.

"Yeah…" Lili said.

"So.. why are you back?" Razputin asked.

"First, to ask you a question: Do you know how Ford Cruller found his way back into the Motherlobe?" Tanya asked directly, opening her mind to peer into his own.

"Urk." Razputin said, locking up.

"It wouldn't have anything to do with that bacon you saved, would it?" Tanya pressed.

"...Maybe?" He said, squirming uncomfortably.

Tanya smirked. "Well, then it's your lucky day; Truman thinks you need to help clean up your own mess."

"Yes!" Razputin cheered, abandoning the chess game. "Let's go!"

"Can I come?" Lili asked, putting away the chess pieces.

Tanya paused. It was a really bad idea… "No."

"Please?" Lili asked, clasping her hands together, quivering her lip, widening her eyes, and summoning the beginnings of tears.

"I'm not your babysitter right now, Lili." Tanya insisted, "Your father just wants you away from anything dangerous." She paused. "But I'll allow it on one condition."

"Anything!" Lili said desperately.

"If I tell you to run, you hit Razputin with the smelling salts and drag him with you." Tanya said seriously.

"Hey!" Razputin said, offended.

"Razputin, if I tell you two to run, you hit Lili with the smelling salts and get her to safety." Tanya instructed.

"Okay!" He said, before catching up with the scenario. "Hey!"

Tanya walked off, chuckling.

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"Why do I have to carry my dad's lunchbox?" Lili asked.

"Because he's your dad." Tanya said simply. "I'm not throwing out a perfectly good lockbox when I can take it home and clean it out. I have a hydrokinetic power washer at home." Or rather, she has a psitanium attachment she can put on the garden hose that consistently shoves enough water through the spigot to create the desired pressure. As it turned out, an ordinary garden hose used two to three times the amount of water than a power washer did. It didn't have infrastructure to power it, so it required a psychic operator. She could do it manually, but it was really annoying without the spigot, and if she was using a tool anyway…

"Senior mailroom employees only." said the speaker to the office where the important things in the mailroom are. More relevantly, it was one of the many locations where Ford holed himself up.

For the benefit of the kids… "Maintenance override." She said needlessly, mentally inputting the commands to put it into maintenance mode.

"Eh?" Said Ford as they walked in. "Who're you? What are you here for? You don't look like a mailroom employee." Every word increased his irritation, and Tanya could sense a buildup of psychic power as more of his fractured mind focused on this portion of himself.

"I'm a technician." Tanya explained calmly. "I'm here to fix the faulty equipment."

Ford calmed down. "Oh. Well you have a lot of work to do, then!" He said, irritated. "I can't get half of this stuff working!"

"Given the reports, I expected as much, sir." Tanya said, a little amused. "We call it a class-U error," As in, "User error", you technologically illiterate fossil, "and I will be fixing the source of the problem immediately." She brought out Razputin's psychoportal and placed it on the back of Ford's head. "Just need to sort things out in here, to start."

"Glad to see someone actually working for living around here, nothing but a bunch of slackers working here nowadays." Ford grumbled as Razputin and Lili both projected inside the old man's mind.

Tanya split off an archetype to keep watch in the physical world and followed them in.
 
Tanya is snarking, evacuate the universe! Also, she has done a very good job at preemptive measures. Making those files physically impossible to access without rebuilding a key component should throw a spanner in the works. I can't wait to see how it backfires, after all while she may not be Taylor being Tanya is suffering.
 
Z: After this, the Psychonauts had better get a protocol that amounts to "Personnel known or suspected to be abducted will have their brain inspected for identity verification purposes, NO EXCEPTIONS!"
Yeah, that ain't Truman's brain in that skull.
 
This is the worst kind of frustration when reading a story. When the thing is which is wrong is obvious to the readers, but the characters in the story just can't seem to figure it out. Not even the characters noted for their intelligence and paranoia.
The issues are

1. Truman has an excuse to be mentally off. It's why Tanya's insisting that he gets checked by Medical instead of restraining him.
2. This is the Grand Head of the Psychonauts. The consequences for being wrong are immense, and Tanya fears them.
3. Despite it being quite possible, Tanya's never had to deal with brain swapping shenanigans before. An experienced psychonaut, or even a True Psychic Takes megafan, would be more likely to think of it.
4. Even if she did consider it, Gristol has a way to fake Truman's thinkerprint. He's already had his identity verified, albeit in a way that Tanya knows is falsifiable. She assumes Milla would notice if there was someone else's brain, although that assumption is filed under 'Milla knows more than her about that kind of thing'. Unfortunately, Milla is far from being on the top of her game.
 
I think you've portrayed it perfectly believably in the story, without Tanya holding an idiot ball.

That being said, it's always a little frustrating to watch the viewpoint character screw up without realising it. C'est la vie.
 
Chapter 3.06
At first glance, the storm of paper that was Mailman Ford's segment of the man's shattered mind was just as chaotic as Park Ranger Ford's, back in the day. But after a moment for the mind to comprehend what it sees, the differences were apparent: it was far more orderly, a series of routings and paths that emulated transitions without actually using them, giving the illusion of a complete mind within a single fragment.

Tanya glanced at some of the wooden shelves that the papers flew to and fro from. Well, perhaps it had one or two additional fragments with proper mental transitions, but it still gave an illusion of being vaster than it was.

In the center of the storm of giant letters, notes, postcards, and seals, was a giant mechanical Ford, using four limbs to sort, file, and stamp random papers, directing the flow of things with an unknown agenda.

"Cool…" Lili said, looking around in wonder.

"This is pretty crazy." Raz said authoritatively. "Not even Coach Oleander had this much going on at once in his head. Linda came sort of close, I guess?"

"It's not so bad." Tanya corrected him. "With Ford, having a safe zone at all isn't guaranteed." They were inside a cubby hole, empty except for a single giant postcard. "I'll take dancing paper over a hurricane any day of the week." Although it was easy to think that the flurry of papers were launched to and fro by intense winds, the auditory cues of the environment made it clear that the papers were moving on their own. Even the churning sea of paper below, which looked more like a mental defense blocking off the deeper recesses of Ford's mind than anything else, clearly moved through forces more accurately described as tides and currents rather than stormy conditions.

"Hey now, this is a restricted area." Said a picture of Ford, who was on a stamp on a gigantic envelope. "Only senior mailroom personnel can handle crunch time."

"We're here to help!" Raz said proudly. "What do you need?" That was one way to approach this…

"Are you? Well I suppose I could find something for an intern to do…" The letter Ford said. "We've been looking for a letter for a long time. Never sent it, you know."

Tuning out their conversation, Tanya reached out with her senses to try and find an anchor she could use to draw on to reunify Ford's mind, as instructed. Now that she's expecting it, and if she brings some Psychic Six backup to the critical part, she should be able to avoid her previous fate. "Hmm… this is going to be harder than I thought." She murmured as she found none.

"To the Dead Letter office!" Raz announced.

"Woo!" Lili shouted as she levitated into the paper storm. Raz went to keep her safe, while Tanya started to fly into the chaos.

"I'm going to check out the mecha." Tanya said, "You go and find that letter or whatever." There wasn't anything actually dangerous in Ford's individual minds, not with the protection of a psychoportal with the safeties on. Having an accident in one's pants only happened if one tried too hard to hold onto one's projection before getting evacuated by the safety features, and with that being the worst probable result, leaving them on their own to get mangled by papercuts or whatever wasn't a big deal.

Also, this gives Razputin a chance to disobey her forbiddance of him using mental connection on people, and with no one Tanya cared about in the line of fire. She'll get Lili to rat him out if he does.

Still, the internals of the mecha Ford were… interesting. The area that Tanya would, if she were feeling poetic, function as the heart was instead a gaping hole, with naught but some gears as a minor hazard. Reaching out with her senses, she couldn't detect any sort of opening or hidden area, beyond the obvious entrance/exits to the pseudo-tunnel.

"Hm, this doesn't have an address!" Proclaimed the mecha. Huh? It was holding a letter to its face, the metal lips frowning at what it saw. It moved, placing the mail in the giant typewriter. "Where is it supposed to go? I don't… I don't remember. I'll figure it out later. Too much to do…"

Tanya flew down to the typewriter. Razputin bounded into view, beaming at his accomplishment. Admittedly, his reckless action probably worked out better than her careful consideration this time. "There are missing letters." Tanya said, retrieving the two discarded keys nearby telekinetically. The letter was for 'Grulovia', and was from Ford.

She affixed the C and Y keys to the typewriter, leaving the only missing one to be… L. Of course. "If this were an ordinary typewriter, the lack of key isn't much of a problem." She telekinetically pushed the key anyway. "But this is a mental typewriter, so it's necessary."

"I saw some of Ford's memories!" Razputin said proudly. "We definitely need to send this to Lucy!"

"I'm well aware of Lucrecia Mux's romantic relationship with Ford, Razputin." Tanya said, eyes searching the environment for the missing typewriter key. "Actually… I think I may have seen this exact letter before… unsent because of discontinued mail service, I believe."

"That's what was in the memory vault, yeah." Lili added. "You've seen it?"

Ah, there it is. "It's probably a little different, but close enough." Tanya said, focusing on the L key that sat on a bulletin board. It was somewhat difficult to reach that far with telekinesis, but after a few seconds of focus, it started to shoot straight towards her. Catching it with a telekinetic hand, Tanya deposited the L key onto the proper spot on the typewriter and, with that same hand, typed out 'LUCY' on the letter.

She didn't have any real expectations on what would happen when they fulfilled the obsession of this particular fragment of Ford, but 'the Mecha's next exploding, sending the head crashing next to them' was not it. Razputin cheerily wandered into the back of the head, ripping out a glass shard out of a tiny brain inside the head.

Sensing the imminent collapse of the mental section, Tanya grabbed Lili and coated them both in a barrier. After a surprisingly gentle transition, they found themselves in… "Watch out!" Tanya shouted, telekinetic barriers springing to life. Deftly, she pickpocketed Lili's smelling salts and discharged it in her face, warping her away.

"Woah there, Missy." Ford's voice came out from nowhere, exactly as before.

Tanya lashed out in the direction of the voice, launching a PSI blast to prevent his ambush.

"Hey! Stop!" Razputin shouted, throwing himself in the way of the PSI Blast and blocking it with a shield of his own. "What's wrong?"

"He's not catching me off guard again." Tanya said, looking around for Ford's projection. "Knew I should have grabbed Helmut or Bob first…" Maybe she should have taken the time to kick around Compton's anxiety until his head was back on straight…

"What's she talking about, Raz?" Ford's voice said again. It was coming from… a shattered mirror held by a headless Ford.

"She said she tried to fix you, years ago. You hurt her when she got close." He gulped. "I saw the aftermath. You hurt her bad."

"Oh." Ford said contemplatively. "Well, I don't remember doing that, but… that's no excuse. There's too much I can't remember for that to be an excuse."

Tanya took a deep breath, and walked closer to the shattered mirror. Only two fragments were there. Tanya took another look around. Yes, this was the place Ford ambushed her. As she had guessed, he must have deliberately attacked himself after doing so, because it was in much shabbier condition than when she had seen it first form. Wooden splinters stood in mid-air, shrapnel paused in time from the explosion. "Do the words, 'and now you know too much' ring any bells?" Tanya asked rhetorically.

Ford winced. "No. But I'm sorry for whatever I did. I wasn't thinking straight."

Tanya scowled. "No. You were thinking clearly." She retorted. "That was the problem. There's a reason I didn't tell anyone about what you tried to keep a secret. It's an important secret to keep."

"Wait, you know who broke Ford's mind?" Razputin blurted out.

"Of course I do." Tanya said, barking out a laugh. "Ford did. He didn't trust himself to keep Lucy's location a secret, so he tried to wipe it from his memory." Tanya gestured all around her. "Or rather, he tried to wipe Lucy out of his mind entirely. Not a good idea, removing something that's wound itself so deeply in one's mind." That was the conclusion of the Psychic Six, anyway.

"So you know where she is?" Ford asked, shocked.

"I know exactly where she is, I tracked her down, she's still alive." Tanya replied. At least, assuming that the circus was still in the town she picked up Razputin at. "But the Deluginists still exist, so nothing good can come from revealing that information. She's happy where she is."

"Oh." Ford said, thinking. "...That's good. I'm glad."

"So now we can fix Ford, right?" Razputin said, "Him staying crazy isn't going to help if someone else knows."

"Three people can keep a secret if two are dead." Tanya said flatly. "But Truman ordered Ford restored to himself, and while I could refuse to assist, he'll just tell Helmut or Compton or whoever to do it instead. Getting Ford moved from one place to another is difficult, and if he thinks the best way to resolve his madness obstructing the Motherlobe's functions is to attempt to glue his brain back together, I'm not going to argue with the boss." After all, Truman knows that Tanya knows where Maligula is, even if he accepted her reasoning behind not revealing that information, and that's the only piece of valuable intelligence the broken man still has that Truman doesn't already know. Heck, she'd have checked up on Nona if the man had asked her to. But wisely, he didn't even hint at that information being known to anyone while security was compromised. "It'll sure make the Psychic Six happy." Tanya sighed. "Okay, let's get out of here."

"Right."

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After they emerged from Mailman Ford's head, the crazy man twitched and looked around, even more confused. "I… I feel… sad. But… also happy." He said, murmuring. He vanished with a pop, teleporting away.

"In hindsight, it's somewhat ironic that the one we did first was the one that was causing the least problems." Tanya mused.

"Raz!" Lili said, hugging the boy before backing off with a blush. "Are you okay?"

"I was a bit hasty in ejecting you, Lili." Tanya admitted, "Everything turned out okay."

"Okay, one down, six to go!" Razputin said dramatically, before marching away.

They went outside, approaching the stairs to the parking lot underneath the landing pad, when Samantha was launched out of the water and onto the platform, presumably by levitation. She seemed panicked. "Tanya! Oh I'm so glad to see you! Grandpa's going nuts!"

Oh dear. Compton didn't meltdown very often, but when he did… probably psilirium. She's rated to work with it… Tanya swiftly produced a scanner from her pocket and ran it over Sam's head. "...How long were you with him?" Tanya asked.

"Like, twenty minutes?" Sam replied.

"Okay, so no active danger from whatever dosed him. May be unrelated to the current crisis." Tanya said, nodding to herself. Sam didn't have any sign of psilirium poisoning, any damage was below the 'random noise' threshold. Given she didn't live with her grandfather, but instead her parents in town, this made sense. "Psychoisolation chambers?"

"Yeah!" Sam said.

"Razputin, stay here." Tanya said authoritatively before taking off at full speed. Crossing the quarry to the psychoislation cells took seconds, and with her psychic defenses at full, she slipped into the doors, ready for anything.

Compton was hyperventilating, surrounded by ash and fire extinguisher foam. The extinguisher in question was laying on its side. "Compton?" Tanya stage whispered. "Are you feeling alright?"

Tanya's shield flared up as the surrounding temperature spiked in time with the volume of her voice. Ouch, she's only seen him this bad once…

Still, she used her scanner, modifying it on the fly to remove the "speaker" function. After a quick, silent search around Compton's cell, she plucked a single psilirium shard out from an envelope in a pile of mail. He didn't even get a chance to open it…

Tanya crushed the shard of psilirium. While the madness-inducing psitanium variant wasn't exactly easy to destroy, she knew how, and such a small shard is simple enough to get rid of. Once fully dissolved and evaporated into mildly unpleasant mental energy, she turned to the elderly Psychonaut. "Come on, Cassie needs help." Tanya whispered, ignoring the pyrokinetic attack as she floated the psychoportal to his head.

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Normally, when Compton's anxieties become too overwhelming, resolving them was as simple as running him through a therapeutic mental construct that he had set up on the outermost layer of his mind.

Unfortunately, when it gets to the point where it gives him hypersensitivity that bad? Bad enough to reflexively attempt to burn anything that makes sound, not even exclusively psychic noise? 'Normal' treatment isn't going to cut it.

"How did Sam set him off this badly?" Tanya asked incredulously. Compton didn't actually interact much with his grandchildren, to her understanding, and the times he did was when he was in tip top shape, psychologically. From there, it was easy for her to imagine Sam doing something completely boneheaded and pushing him over the brink that the psilirium put him at.

But there was still a mystery as to the scale of the disaster. The game show was nowhere to be found, instead replaced by a prison yard, darkened with an orange sky denoting the time of day as dusk. How is she supposed to deal with this? Flashes of memory, of long hours at the hospital, of burning indignation, went through her head. Ah, that's how. Thank you, Hollis.

The prison had alarms going off, searchlights roaming the grounds as they searched for escaped prisoners. Tanya exhaled a calming breath, fading from sight as she stalked towards the door, going deeper into Compton's mind.

The hallways of the cell block were filled with animals, each one talking endlessly, to the point where it was difficult to pick out the words of any given animal. Some were thankful, enthusiastically praising whoever they were talking to, presumably Compton. Others were angry, aggressively berating their conversation partner for imagined slights. Still others just nattered about themselves, with no indication that they were speaking to anyone else at all.

Panic attacks roamed the halls, and Tanya destroyed each one the instant she noticed them, using the element of surprise to overpower them with a charged PSI blast, followed up with a PSI blade splitting their skulls in two as they attempted to reform. Each time, the panic attacks were reinforced by a pair of Judges, who were durable but not particularly threatening in Tanya's (incredibly biased) opinion. Only after dealing with them was she able to resume her invisibility and proceed through the hallways to the next engagement.

The archetype she left in her body reported, after the tenth panic attack and twentieth judge was destroyed, reported that Compton had largely calmed down, although he was in a trance from the Psychoportal, so was unresponsive. Okay, with the immediate fires put out, she can move on to addressing the root issue.

The prison kitchen was large, filled with dangerous appliances spewing fire. Compton was panicking as he was given order after order from a darkness beyond the counter, with amendments to the orders thrown in for spice.

Still, Tanya rolled up her sleeves and started cooking at the man's side, silently helping him work through the backlog and keep things running smoothly. As more of the orders got completed, the shouting voices of Truman, Ford, and Hollis quieted down, refraining from changing their orders before completion and adding new ones less frequently.

After what must have been enough food to feed sixty people left the kitchen, Tanya telekinetically grabbed the top of the order counter and pulled down the shutter. "Kitchen's closed!" She shouted for good measure.

"Thank you, Tanya." Compton said, clearly ashamed of himself. "I'm sorry you had to see that."

Tanya shrugged. "What happened?"

"Well… starting yesterday, a little after lunch, my anxiety started to spike." Compton began.

"Did you take lunch here?" Tanya asked, trying to figure out the timeline.

"Yes, I did. My mail had gotten mistakenly redirected here, so I waited until lunch and took a trip here to take a break." Compton explained, "I'm not sure why, but when I left lunch, I was the opposite of relaxed. It was difficult to get anything done, but I powered through."

"Good job on that." Tanya said. It was the wrong decision this time, but she could appreciate that he put in the effort to master himself. "I take it that you forgot to get your mail?"

"Thank you, and yes." He replied, "After work, I decided to check in here for an overnight stay, and in the morning… Well. I was in a bad state."

"I understand Sam went to borrow your senior bowling league card." Tanya said.

"Yes, I asked her to fetch me a bee from the forest in return for it, so I could check on Cassie, and possibly send her a message." Compton explained, before grimacing. "She brought me over fifty bees. I couldn't handle it. I exploded." He glanced around nervously. "She managed to escape, right? Unburnt?"

"She's unharmed." Tanya confirmed. "The psilirium sample that was in your mail has been destroyed as well."

"Ah, that makes far too much sense." Compton said, slumping as he realized his error. "I was soaking in it all night."

Tanya looked around. "Looks like your Bowling League card got destroyed."

Compton looked around at the destruction of a rather sizable amount of sentimental garbage. "Ah, unfortunate. Why did she need it?"

"Ford's infesting the Motherlobe again." Tanya explained quickly. "Truman ordered for him to get fixed, and one of him's holed up in the bowling alley."

"Ah, it would be practice day, wouldn't it?" Compton said, thinking about it. "Well, it would be if the team still existed. He must be using the old schedule book instead of the computer records…"

"Fortunately, we don't actually need it." Tanya said, snorting at the whole situation. "So you can join Helmut and Bob in dealing with whatever's up with Cassie. They haven't checked back in, and I'm worried. I suspect more psilirium."

"I'll get my protective equipment from my apartment." Compton said firmly.

"Good, because you're not going to find any spare in official caches." Tanya said firmly. "They're all being used."

"Oh dear." Compton said, very worried. "I must have missed a lot."

"Hollis and/or Truman will fill you in." Tanya said, "But the best thing you can do right now by my reckoning is getting Cassie, Helmut, and Bob back in the field."

"Right. I'll get right on that." Compton said, firming up his resolve. "Let's go."

"Let's."

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Unfortunately, Razputin, Sam, and Lili left the area around the Pelican. After double-checking the interior of the plane, she sighed and decided to move on to another one of Ford's personae.

The first one she found was the janitor, operating a floor waxer in the front lobby, heedless of the slipping hazard he was creating without placing adequate warnings. Norma, the one nominally supposed to be watching him, was nowhere to be found. Tanya decided to get it over with.

The Janitor's mind was similar to what it was before, a rendition of Grulovia circa 1962, with a copy of Maligula wreaking havoc among the populace of germs while a giant Ford statue begged her to stop.

Maligula was a powerful enemy, as Tanya had expected, but launching bottles of liquid soap into the water she controlled weakened her, turning the water into bubbles. When she was no longer wielding quantities of water normally transported by 18 wheelers, it was a simple matter to cut the mental entity into pieces with PSI blades.

After the difficult battle, Tanya collected some emotional baggage and a memory vault that depicted the battle against Maligula in full detail. "So that's how they won…" Tanya murmured as she flew up to the statue. "Open up!" Tanya shouted at the statue's head.

"She's dead…" Murmured the statue. "We killed her…"

Tanya manifested a giant telekinetic hand and slapped the statue. "Lucy's alive, you stupid construct! The sooner you get yourself together the sooner you can see her." Well, assuming that he can't resist the urge to look for her. Tanya can at least ensure that their visit is as discreet as possible.

"She's alive?" The statue said fearfully. "We're doomed!" Argh, she hates dealing with insane people. Tanya punched the statue in the face with the giant telekinetic hand, and floated inside the now broken skull. "Here we go…" Tanya pulled out the mirror shard out of the tiny brain inside the statue head.

"She really was dangerous…" Said Ford, sounding much more lucid.

"She was a dirty girl, and we thought we could clean her up." Said the Janitor persona within the mirror. "But she just dragged us into the mud with her."

"Ah, but we loved it." Ford said.

The mental world collapsed, and they were back in the 'hub' part of Ford's mind that she had created all those years ago. Tanya took the bucket of soapy water and placed it next to the bookcase that Razputin placed the typewriter in.

"...She's spent the last twenty years among family." Tanya said, glancing at the broken mirror, now with three shards. "With your help, we can reverse what you did to her and seal away Maligula with something more stable."

"I can't wait."

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When Tanya returned to herself, she stepped back and looked solemnly at Ford.

"Well, that floor's looking mighty nice, isn't it?" Janitor Ford said, smiling. He vanished in a teleport, a tiny pop of displaced air sounding out.

Tanya looked over the freshly waxed tile. "It is."

She walked towards the front desk. "Jenny, call Razputin Aquato on the PSA system, please." After a moment, she asked: "Did you see Razputin, Lili, and/or Samantha come by?"

"Nope." Jenny said as she keyed up the public address system. "They probably used the tram." Putting the phone to her lips she announced. "Razputin Aquato, please report to the front desk. I repeat, Razputin Aquato, please report to the front desk." She hung up the phone. "Or they went exploring around the quarry."

Ugh. "I'll go look for them outside, then. You have a spare radio?" Tanya accepted the walkie talkie. "Call me if they show up."

Why could he not go ten minutes without causing trouble!?
 
The prison kitchen was large, filled with dangerous appliances spewing fire. Compton was panicking as he was given order after order from a darkness beyond the counter, with amendments to the orders thrown in for spice.

that sounds like hell and really relatable.

Maligula was a powerful enemy, as Tanya had expected, but launching bottles of liquid soap into the water she controlled weakened her, turning the water into bubbles.

Fear the the power of Bubble Baths!
 
Chapter 3.07
As it turned out, Lili had led the two other Psychic Six descendents to Otto's lab. "You don't say?" Otto asked as Tanya entered the room. "Truman said that? That doesn't sound like him."

"If by 'that', you mean 'ordered me to try and make Ford sane again', he did." Tanya groused. "He's been acting strange ever since he woke up, but I can't do anything more to sic medical on him than I already have."

Otto smiled at her arrival. "Ah, you're looking well! I'm glad this whole psilirium business hasn't caught you off guard."

"So I take it from the fact that you're here that there aren't any reports of psilirium that you haven't dealt with yet?" Tanya asked.

"Yep, just finished, every sample is locked down tight in the quarantine vault." He confirmed, jerking his thumb in its general direction. "Truman sent me a memo about how the secure archives aren't working, he tried to access them from his desk and got an error report. Can you handle that?"

Tanya raised an eyebrow. "I know. I'm the one who broke the interface to keep any infiltrators from accessing them. I'll fix it after this business is dealt with."

"Not sure if Truman will like that." Otto said, before chuckling. "But you're right, it's not worth the risk. There's not really anything in there that's useful right now."

"Just make yourself too busy to deal with it today." Tanya advised. "I got Compton's head back on straight, he's gone off to help Cassie with whatever problem she's dealing with that's kept Bob and Helmut so occupied."

Otto frowned. "Come to think of it, I didn't check Green Needle Gulch with my psilirium scanner… Perhaps I should go do that. Now." He took a deep breath and stood up, grunting as the aches and pains of his advanced age made themselves known. "Ugh, I'm getting too old for this." He grumbled as he trudged over to his laboratory's secure tram entrance. "Take whatever you think you'll need to deal with Ford, I'll backdate my authorization if I need to." He offered, then floated himself down.

"Oh boy!" Razputin said, looking greedily at the various gadgets that Otto had on display. "What's that do?"

"That's a camera." Tanya said bluntly. "Instead of printing pictures, it impresses the picture into the user's memory, creating a mental image that is easily recalled even years later." Unless one went inside a mind and broke the mental structures preserving it, of course. It wouldn't be safe if you could accidentally use it to memorize something thoroughly unpleasant, after all. "It won't be useful."

Lili had gone straight to the Otto-magic vending machine. The one in the lab was the 'Master' machine, the central hub of the network. It was Otto's most recent leap forward in psychic technology, creating stable teleportation beacons to transport items. Currently, it only worked for items that were at least partially made of psitanium, but it made supplying the Psychonauts much simpler. "I want a dream fluff!" Lili said whiningly. "Or a PSI pop!" The Otto-matic was still in 'public' mode, where you needed to supply a certain amount of psitanium to the machine for it to vend the items. This was something Otto put in for the campers and tourists, actual employees just paid money for them through by getting the cost deducted from their paycheck, if the purchase wasn't work-related.

Tanya walked to the Otto-matic and input Otto's special 'unlimited use' code, then had the thing eject some psychically enriched candy. "Come on, we've got a lot of minds to get through, we could all use a bit of a pick-me-up." She said, passing some out to each of the children. "Don't forget to save some for later." She then shoved several candies in her own pockets before locking the machine again.

"How'd you manage to make it give you all that candy?" Razputin asked, fascinated at her haul.

"I used Otto's key." Tanya summarized. "You heard him say I could." She unwrapped a dream fluff and ate the cotton candy-like substance. The mental strain she had been experiencing after so many mental dives faded away in a wave of euphoria.

"Uh… Tanya? You okay?" Razputin asked, and Tanya realized that she had been giggling while letting the candy do its work.

"Right. Yes." Tanya said, flushing. "It feels a lot more intense when you're actually tired." Tanya slapped her cheeks, using the slight pain to focus. "Okay, let's go."

"I think I'm gonna go." Sam said awkwardly. "You guys got this, right?"

"Who's your mentor?" Tanya asked.

"Agent Oleander." Sam said quickly. Tanya winced. Really? Damn it, Hollis…

"Just hang out with your brother and Mary in the daycare. Oleander would just send you to fetch him lunch or something." For a discriminated minority, the dwarf was still depressingly old fashioned about gender roles when he could get away with it. "Also I think he might be in a holding cell for the stunt he pulled." That was a lie; he wouldn't have had an intern assigned to him if that was the case. But one less intern mucking about was a good thing in her books.

Sam slumped, but trudged in the proper direction for the daycare.

Next!

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The bowling alley was still 'closed for the senior bowling league's tourney', but unlike children, Tanya could open the locked door without any issue.

"Hey now! You're not one of the senior bowlers!" Ford said crankily.

"Reservations cancel after fifteen minutes if no one shows up to use it." Tanya retorted, "Astral Lanes employee guidebook page thirty-two." The only reason she knew this was because she lost her party reservation four years ago due to accidentally scheduling it an hour before she needed it. She had to pay each of the other bowlers one hundred dollars to leave in order to fix it. She pointed to the clock. "It's been over twice that." She gestured to the empty alleys. "Do you see any senior bowlers?"

"Nice try, Missy, but that's still only at the discretion of the manager." Ford argued, thumbing his 'manager' name tag that he presumably stole. Damn, he actually read the guidebook.

"We're not here to bowl, anyway." Tanya deflected, "There have been reports of a pest, and I'm here from the head office to verify before authorizing expenses to deal with the issue."

"Ah, a troubleshooter, huh?" Ford asked, "Yeah, y'all look like the types to find trouble." He said, nodding. "You, Missy, look like the type to shoot it."

"My hands frequently wield many disinfectants." Tanya said, inserting a bit of menace into her tone. This particular Ford has not stopped using disinfectant spray on bowling shoes since they walked in. Implying uncleanliness would not go well. "Much like your own."

"Gotta kill the germs when you find 'em." Ford said in agreement. "But I don't think I've seen any rats or anything. I can handle anything smaller."

Tanya held up a Psychoportal. "Mind if I inspect the reported areas, then?"

"Go ahead." Ford said, turning around to put the shoes he had been disinfecting away. "No germs'll be anywhere on my watch."

Good enough. Tanya tossed the psychoportal, landing on the back of Ford's head. He zoned out as the device put him in a trance, and the three of them entered the next section of Ford's mind.

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The start was a different bowling alley, with a single large bowling lane leading off into the darkness.

"Huh, somehow I expected something different." Razputin said, confused.

"Why? It's a bowling alley. He's a bowling fanatic. Seems obvious." Lili snarked back.

There was a puerile giggle from the photo booth, a classic 'date' activity. Tanya perked up, "I know that giggle." She said, paling.

"Huh?" Razputin asked. "Why? Kind of sounds like Nona…"

"That's Lucrecia." Tanya quickly explained, distinctly not reacting to Razputin's guess. "I've been in Ford's mind before, remember? This must be a memory of one of their dates."

Walking to the photo booth, Tanya opened the curtain, only to find a figment, but no actual entities. Tanya exhaled in relief. The photos had still dispensed, which.. Wait, did they have these in the sixties? Or… actually, it would still be the fifties when this happened, right?

…Wait, she's actually seen these in Berun. Huh, photo booths were old, weren't they?

Anyway, she glanced over the photos, which were thankfully not overly lewd, they were just very happy and close proximity, a very romantic image. "Surprisingly child-friendly…" Tanya muttered as she put the photos back in the booth's dispenser slot.

The bowling alley attendant was a giant germ, which was rather familiar. She just finished evicting these guys back in Janitor Ford's mind. Well, looks like she'll have to just do it again. Razputin and Lili were talking to it.

"Yep, world's coming to an end pretty soon. Go ahead and play, no point in charging you. Hey, you want some food? You know the rule: five seconds on the floor and it's free!" Said the germ.

"Ew." Lili said, "C'mon Raz, talking to this thing is a waste of time."

"Hang on, I got one more question." Razputin said, before turning back to the germ. "Is that a Gruloky deck?" He asked, pointing to a deck of cards.

"It is." The germ confirmed. "But it's kind of boring, isn't it?"

"It's not- " Razputin said, blustering "That's Nona's favorite-" Razputin paused. "Okay, yeah. It's boring." Gruloky's a gambling game, without real stakes it's pretty boring, yeah. "She always wins, too. Psychics have no match against grandma powers. She can read your mind!" Tanya brutally suppressed the urge to laugh.

"Come on." Tanya said, walking to the bowling lane.

For some reason, Razputin and Lili decided to go down the bowling alley via a giant bowling ball, Razputin showing off his circus chops by expertly rolling it with his feet. He carried Lili princess-style as he did so, adding extra death-defying flair to the whole process. Tanya just flew.

Honestly, the Bowling Ford's mind wasn't terribly impressive. It was quite the roller coaster, certainly, with all kinds of weird gravities, so she let Razputin and Lili have a bit of fun with it, but in the end, it was just a matter of going to the giant bowling pin mocked up like Ford and ripping out the mirror shard.

"It's so sad!" Lili sobbed as they walked into the brain room with the waiting shard. "They were so cute together!"

Tanya rolled her eyes. "Yes, yes, very cute. I hope you enjoyed your little sojourn through the tunnel of love?"

"It was fun!" Lili said, smiling. "Thanks for letting us handle this one, Tanya."

Razputin removed the shard from the brain, looking at the Agent Ford within. "You really loved her, huh?"

"Lucy was a remarkable woman." Ford said simply. "How it ended, though… I don't even remember the details anymore, but I know I screwed up." And how. "Makes me wonder how I managed to hide her. How'd I stop her from losing control again? I don't know." Hm… looks like he doesn't remember the Astralathe.

Ah. She sent off a memo to Otto telling him to ensure the Astralathe is ready for usage. Whatever was done to brainwash Lucrecia, they'll need the same tool to undo it.

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The Bowling attendant Ford woke up from his daze. "Oh, three for bowling? Here." He floated over three sets of bowling shoes. "Have fun, kids!" He said before popping away in a teleport.

"Cool, we get to bowl now!" Razputin said, already taking off his shoes. That was not why they were dealing with Ford, Razputin!

Wait, this is her chance to keep them out of trouble. "I'm not a fan of bowling." Tanya said, "But you two can play a game or two if you want."

"Both of us?" Lili asked, her voice rising to a higher pitch. "...alone?" She nearly whispered, clearly anxious. She came close to Tanya and whispered very quietly. "...like a date?"

"I can bring some extra players if you think it would be better with more competition." Tanya said, deliberately missing the cause of her sudden nervousness. "Mary, Sam, Dogen…"

"Yeah, get Dogen over here!" Razputin said, excited. "He told me about bowling here earlier today!" That's because Dogen's actually pretty good at bowling. Better than Sam, anyway.

Tanya brought Lili aside, whispering discreetly. "Just a bit of dating advice from someone who's been there, not sure if what you're doing is a date or not." That is a bit of a stretch, but Lili is a ten year old girl, she's completely adrift when it comes to dating. So she'll bluff. "The best dates are indistinguishable from an outing as friends." At least, any date that's suitable for ten year olds. "Worry about the actual mushy stuff later, just enjoy the ride."

"...Really?" Lili asked.

"As far as I'm concerned, your first date was inside Ford's mind. It had princess carries, roller coasters, a romantic movie, a tunnel of love…" Tanya smirked, "-and now some bowling. No one is going to be able to top that when you tell that story."

Lili's face became completely red. "You think so?" She asked, smiling.

"Just remember to save the kiss for the very end, when you part ways." Tanya advised, "It'll be very awkward if you have to stick around afterwards." She may not be exactly experienced in dating, but playing into romance tropes is probably the way to go here. "You've just met Razputin, learn more about him before committing to saying 'this is a date'. You've got plenty of time to take things slow." She took out her wallet and handed Lili two twenty-dollar bills. "You know where the food stores are."

"Right." Lili said, now confident. "Thanks!" She turned and walked towards the lanes. "Oh Raz… we should get snacks for when everyone else arrives. What do you like to eat?"

Tanya nodded to herself as she left to get the other children. She was a great big sister.

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With the children occupied, Tanya moved on to deal with the Park Ranger Ford. "Gisu, what are you doing?" Tanya asked, bewildered.

"Sh! If he spots me he goes ballistic." The skater girl whispered from her position ducking behind the elevated flowerbeds. Ford had started tending to the plants in the main garden, a relaxing place where herbaphony can ordinarily get practiced, or those who were in-tune with plants could meditate to rest and recover. "If he spots anyone, really."

There was a reason Tanya had turned invisible, yes. Ford's groundskeeper persona had built up quite the head of steam as he forcibly organized the garden according to his vision of order. Thing was, the majority of plants here still had echoes of the last telepath to commune with them, which meant that they were resisting him. Apparently Ford wasn't good enough at herbaphony to ignore that interference.

Also, there was a perfectly good balcony she could have been using to overwatch the whole garden. Amateur.

Needless to say, Ford did not like that. "Hn, I think I'm going to need to be a bit more forceful with this one." Tanya muttered to herself. Taking a deep breath, Tanya bonded with the plants in the area, gently smothering and ejecting the leftover mental energy from other psychics and attuning the plant's unique signatures to her own.

"Eh? Who's there?" Ford demanded. With the sense of danger, he more forcibly seized control of the plants in his immediate vicinity. Tanya was impressed; usually being stressed made it harder to use herbaphony.

One of the more unsavory hobbies of the Psychonauts agents was a very specialized fight club. It was similar to the beetle fights of her youth, in that it was essentially committing mild ecological damage for childish amusement. Instead, they both controlled half of a dedicated garden, and had the plants fight each other. They had a whole system of rules in place, inspired from both wargames and trading card games.

It was actually a lot of fun, and there were intense debates on the merits of this kind of plant or which cultivar was best among a given category. Come to think of it, did she still have her seed deck? Tanya checked her many pockets.

…No. Alas, she must have left it at home after the last time she restocked. She'll have to make do with whatever's in the garden. Of all times to have left Lili behind, she never leaves home without four of them…

The broad leaves of the ferns stiffened with psychic power and, augmented by her PSI blades, sliced through the vines that Ford sent to attack, then cut into the ground and shoved the severed parts towards their roots, which Tanya then made her plants devour for additional nutrients. Some favored controlling a single massive chimeric entity that brawled, but Tanya always preferred to treat things like a real time strategy game.

"The hell is all this?" Ford shouted, horrified by Tanya's tactics. It wasn't quite as scorched earth as she could be in the arena, but she continued to assault his territory from all sides. "This isn't right at all!"

"Woah." Gisu said, "That's gnarly…"

"You don't know about the Chloro Thrills?" Tanya asked, surprised. "I don't go to all the meetings, but I figured you for the type."

"I have never wanted to know more about something plant-related than I do right now." Gisu said seriously.

"Just ask Lili to take you." Tanya said, waving her off. "They're right after work."

Eventually, Tanya took out her psychoportal. She infused it with some extra power and modified it to use that power on the hypnotic trance, and waited for her moment.

Right when her plants successfully separated Ford's from the ground, Ford had to channel all of his focus on reconnecting them before they died, burned out by his aggressive herbaphony.

Now! Tanya flicked the psychoportal, the tiny door shooting at the man's head as if launched from a slingshot. "Secure the perimeter and watch for hostile movement." Tanya said commandingly.

"Sir yes sir!" Gisu said, saluting.

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The mind of Park Ranger/Gardener Ford had changed a lot since she last saw him. A great tree rose high, branches and knotholes forming a face near the top. The tree was rooted around a copy of the Heptadome, and the rest of the mind appeared to have vanished.

On a hunch, Tanya entered the Heptadome and found a staircase inside, with greenhouse-like conditions. Lucrecia's puerile giggling echoed throughout the room.

Ugh. She's going to have to go up this whole thing, isn't she?

Cursing Ford, Truman, Lucrecia, and Razpuin all the while, Tanya steadily ascended the wooden tower of memories. "Okay, I've learned my lesson." Tanya said, already in the bargaining phase. "Raising Ford's metaphorical hackles before invading his mind was a terrible idea!" She knew it would make things more difficult, but she figured that exhausting his psychic energies would make up for it. It did not.

"No." Said yet another heavy censor.

"Of course you'd think that!" Snapped Tanya as she cut its oversized arms off. It vanished in a puff of purple smoke.

"This is a lot more boring than I expected." Gisu's voice cut in. "Cool, though."

Tanya scoffed as she blasted a Regret out of the sky. "I make this look easy. The Heavy censors can take a lot of beating if you don't have the intent necessary for that technique." Really, PSI blades were kind of unfair. In mental worlds, there really wasn't any weapon more potent than weaponized intent to kill. In the physical world, it didn't fare as well, but it was still substantially more dangerous than anything anyone sane should be comfortable with. "But I also underestimated how much more difficult his active resistance would make this."

"Didn't realize the old man had so much game, though." Gisu said, moving on. "Whoever that lady is, she's a fox!" After a beat, she continued: "Wonder what happened?"

"Lucrecia Mux." Tanya said bluntly as she telekinetically lifted several Personal Demons and launched them strategically to take out another flight of Regrets. "She met a terrible fate, one that is not something one wishes to know the fullest extent of if they like sleeping peacefully." An exaggeration, to be sure, but she just needed to dissuade Gisu from inquiring further.

"So you know what happened?" Gisu asked curiously.

"This is the fourth shard of Ford's personality I've had to delve into today, I should hope that I know the man's life story by now." Tanya snarked as she used Herbaphony to open the way up. "Hm, this layer's large, open, and mostly clear. It even has a moat. This is clearly where the most powerful defenses lie." There wasn't even any stairs…

"That doesn't sound right." Gisu said.

Suddenly, a copy of Maligula manifested out of leaves, soil, and vines. "You were saying?" Tanya asked before charging and cutting the mental entity in half.

Unfortunately, Ford's mental defenses, despite his insanity, are still quite powerful. They had adapted to that strategy, the Maligula copy reconnected before she could even finish cutting. "You will not harm my dear Ford!" Lucy shouted, firmly and clearly, instead of crazed or aged. She spoke in Grulovian, too.

Oh no. She was being blocked by the Power of Love. "Shit." Tanya complained while dodging the buffeting branches that the entity manifested and swung at her. Okay, dealing with the power of love… how?

"Gisu, have you learned anything useful about dealing with love-based defenses?" Tanya asked as she continued to play defensive. "I never got proper training on mental breaching." She mostly just improvises, or recalls some more informal lessons she received from Dad.

"Uh… not really?" Gisu said bashfully. "I mean, throwing off emotions or corrupting a memory is usually a pretty good go-to, but nothing about love."

Hm. She already knew that, but how? Maybe… Ah! Tanya leapt off the platform, falling into the moat. Seizing control of the water, Tanya rode a waterspout upwards, cackling in her best Maligula impression.

"W-what are you doing?" The plant-Lucy stammered, fearful.

"Be careful, Lucrecia…" Tanya said, "A storm is coming."

Tanya lifted half the water up into the air, creating a rainstorm. plant-Lucy shuddered, flowers budding and blooming on her body and on her environmental weapons.

They were funeral flowers.

"No, no… my family…" Lucy said, the plant matter and soil that composed her skin washing away to reveal flesh. "I need… I need to go." She said, "I can help. I have to save them. I'm sorry, Ford."

Suddenly, all of the water Tanya was controlled vanished from her senses, wrapping around the naked image of Lucy and transforming into the winter coat she wore in that final battle. "I have to go home." She said, crying. She went upwards, drilling through the ceiling and out through the giant face of Ford. Another tiny brain was left behind, now revealed by the hole.

"I should have gone with her." Ford said when Tanya retrieved the mirror shard.

"You'd have pissed someone off and died." Park Ranger Ford retorted. "Messed up their coordination with your non-native butt, and maybe even started World War 3 while you were at it." That was probably an overblown fear, but not one completely without basis. "Everyone has their proper role in an army, and you wouldn't fit in anywhere. If you were lucky, you'd have just been a weed, in the way."

The mental world collapsed, returning them once more to the blasted wooden structure that represented the central hub. Tanya took the hedge clippers now in her hands and placed them on the shelf, moving the mirror shard into the broken mirror the headless Ford was carrying. "Three pieces left." Tanya said idly. "Then we can go pick Lucy up for treatment."

"I just wish things could have turned out differently." Ford said, lucid for a few moments in this, the foundational structure of his mind. "I really just made a lot of trouble, didn't I?"

Tanya waved her hand vaguely. "Eh, it worked out to be a better decision than it really should have been. The Deluginists are an actual threat, and I'd say they had a decent chance of making her crazy again. You did keep her safe from them." Hiding Lucy where he did was actually a good plan. The part where he rendered himself unable to research a less desperate solution was his real error.

After all, she could hold back her own crazed survival drive, even use it on purpose sometimes. Lucy could theoretically have learned the same if she was treated properly. It would have still necessitated the plan to hide her just for political considerations, but only for long enough for heads to cool.

"Thanks for saying that." Ford said, appreciative but without internalizing her words. "Where on earth could I have hid her? I can't think of a thing."

"It'll come to you eventually." Tanya said, "Just be ready to apologize to the people who still need one from you."

"I will."
 
Emotionally, what Ford did was a monstrous violation that made Augustus live a lie and inflicted terrible suffering on his whole family.

Logically, Ford showed mercy and spared someone who was mentally ill from death, put a ramshackle but functional fix on the murderous impulses, gave an orphaned boy a mother, and then spent the next twenty years suffering as a direct result of his plan.

Yeah, Ford fucked up, and hard, but if you have the emotional distance to look at things logically, it's not that bad. The worst parts of it weren't deliberate results of his plan, and the best parts of it, Lucy getting to live a happy-ish life without hurting anyone, was the intended goal. Further, as Tanya noted, not all of the unanticipated results were bad; Lucy really did need to be hidden away from the Deluginists, and if the Psychonauts knew where she was, that information would have been leaked.

Tanya sees all of this and while she's not exactly happy with the old bastard, the therapy means that she's trying not to hold on to grudges and to become more forgiving. This is a direct consequence to all that spite in her second life, along with a sense of knowing what it's like to regret things. Expressing regret and apologizing goes a long way to this saner Tanya.
 
Ford was in a time crunch and in a panic threw a Hail Mary. Unfortunately for him, it was a game of needle in a haystack and not Am Football.
 
It probably helps that the person suffering the most from the consequences is Ford; everyone else involved is at least content.
Well, no, Helmut suffered more, but Ford:s culpability there is not 100%.

But yeah, Tanya understands the plight of someone not having time to think through all of the consequences of their actions in a crisis, she's been a military officer on the front lines, she knows the score.
 
Tanya raised an eyebrow. "I know. I'm the one who broke the interface to keep any infiltrators from accessing them. I'll fix it after this business is dealt with."

"Not sure if Truman will like that." Otto said, before chuckling. "But you're right, it's not worth the risk. There's not really anything in there that's useful right now."

"Just make yourself too busy to deal with it today." Tanya advised.
It's amusing how Tanya accidentally stopped the infiltration cold simply by following the most paranoid set of procedures and making sure no one else can fix it.
 
One thing I have always pondered in the Psychonauts' universe is the possibility of an egregor emerging in the collective unconscious. The result of thousands or more people believing that something is true manifesting in that zone as a separate entity that combines the aspects of all the people's ideas about it and showing the most common features shared across all depictions. Like, maybe a True Dracula could emerge from it from people's perception of vampires, or more pertinent to this story, blind belief mixing with Tanya and Mary's thoughts about Being X and becoming a psychic entity.
 
I had considered such a plot line. This story is wrapping up though, so it's not going to happen. I'm already sort of regretting not stopping at book one, books two and three are much weaker.
 
Chapter 3.08
The gardener Ford faded away into another teleport, rejoining his other halves. Really, the multi-presence thing he has going on is actually quite fascinating, but it's long been understood that insanity was an excellent way to allow for powerful psychic effects… without any way to use them productively.

"Wow, you got him." Sam said. "Now what was this about Chloro thrills?"

"It's a herbaphony fight club." Tanya summarized. "The rulebook bloated up to be quite large over the years, but it's really not that complicated. Lili can loan you some seed packets to get started."

"Wicked…" Sam said, grinning.

Ugh, this garden is totaled… Tanya used hydrokinesis to pull the dead plants off of the ground, and blended them into a wet slurry of nutrients for the remaining plants, which she did her best to quickly re-root the plants that were still alive, absorbing the slurry to grow into healthy specimens and spread out to cover more ground. "Eh… close enough." She said after reviewing her work. It was sloppy, but she was just a casual hobbyist gardener, and she was in a hurry, so it'll have to do. That was ten minutes she probably shouldn't have spared anyway.

"So, there's the hairdresser, the chef, and the last one, in the car park." Tanya said, counting them on her fingers. "Sam, your brother should be bowling right now, if you want to go see him."

"Pass." Sam said, bored.

"Then find some way to stay out of trouble." Tanya said, annoyed. She took a PSI pop out of her pocket and unwrapped it, sticking the lollipop in her mouth and enjoying the sweet, psitanium-laced treat. She needs a break…

Well, back to work.

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In hindsight, Tanya really should have remembered that the barber shop that Ford took over was right next to Astral Lanes.

This mistake was exacerbated by the fact that apparently Truman wanted a progress report. It was odd, Truman usually understood how long it takes to do things.

Truman had taken the time to dress up in actual business wear, which probably meant that he got news of a U.S. government official or some U.N. personnel incoming. That must be why he wants the information. Truman didn't dress up for any other reason, after all. Or, dare she hope, he decided to take the crisis seriously and decide to act like a proper administrator for once. He appeared to be going through some old files, although Tanya didn't want to pry, it might be classified.

"Ford's proving to be a simpler problem than I had previously thought." Tanya said, keeping her voice even and serious, pitched just a little lower than her normal voice. She may not practically growl anymore so she can get taken more seriously, but her natural voice was still just high pitched enough that stupid people assumed she was altering it. "I'd say I'm about half done, a little more."

"Right. When you finish, bring him and the boy to me. I need to ask Ford a question." Truman ordered. Hm. What could Ford possibly know that Truman wants to know?

"Why Razputin?" Tanya asked, curious. Was it because of Lili?

Truman paused, not expecting the question for some reason. "Ah…" Tanya didn't need to read the man's mind to see him coming up with a reason on the spot. "I need to ask him about his intentions towards Lili, my daughter." He said proudly.

…What? That was why she assumed he wanted to speak with him, yeah, but that was the kind of thing you came up with an excuse to avoid saying, not used as the excuse. "Has Hollis stopped by to give you a medical evaluation yet, sir?" Tanya asked.

"Yes." He said immediately. "I'm fit as a fiddle." Hm. Well, if he got checked… But was he telling the truth? She'll need to ask Hollis. But first… another test.

"Alright. By the way, I'm going to be taking some sick days in psychoisolation after all of this is over with." Tanya said, deliberately making her voice casual. She placed her hand on her forehead, just over her left eye. "All this mental diving and combat stress is beginning to give me a headache."

Truman waved his hand dismissively, not even looking at her. He had gone back to looking over the files he had on his desk. "Yeah, whatever. Don't let that stop you from fixing Ford."

Tanya frowned. "Good." She said carefully. That wasn't a pass… but she wasn't sure if she could call it a fail either. It was certainly rude of him to not at least offer some platitudes, rather unlike the Truman she knew, but it also wasn't a definitive 'this man doesn't know something Truman should know' like she had been trying to get him to admit. The lack of panic was one thing, and she rarely played the 'about to kill everyone, need a break' card, but…

Argh, spycraft was awful! She sucked at it. She'll just have to discuss her suspicions with Hollis. Tanya spun around on her heel and marched out.

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Unfortunately, Hollis was unable to be contacted, supposedly busy. Which was fair. She wasn't in her office, ignored telepathic contact, and the switchboard operator had instructions to hold all of her calls.

On one hand, this was suspicious. On the other hand, Hollis was, although not strictly in her chain of command, her boss. Tanya couldn't expect to get her ear whenever she wanted.

…Fuck it, it's lunchtime. Cook Ford it is.

The cafeteria with Ford was completely empty of customers, for the dual reasons of the other one existing, and the fact that enough people weren't working today that the other one was less crowded than usual. "What's cooking today?" She asked the man.

"Burgers and fries. American food!." Ford said, with a particular emphasis on American.

Tanya glanced at the salad bar. It was barren. "I assume you make them to order, then." At Ford's nod, Tanya rattled off her usual hamburger order. Tanya was only slightly surprised when the man prepared it exactly as it was ordered, as Mom had mentioned that he had become more competent at the job after her intervention. She had halfway expected him to exclude the spinach leaves, but they were there.

As she ate, Tanya watched Ford wait in front of the griddle, twitching occasionally and fidgeting with a blank stare after he was done cleaning up his workstation. Despite his fractured psyche, all of Ford's personae are theoretically being run on a single brain, so it made sense that there would be moments where one facet shrank, becoming practically a vegetable as the other facets used the available brainpower.

Alright, she's done with her meal, back to work. This was no time to work to rule, so a fifteen minute lunch is all she'll take. With a casual toss, the psychoportal was affixed to Ford's receded hairline, and Tanya split off an archetype to pilot her body while she worked, sending the vast majority of her consciousness into the old man's mind.

Once more, into the breach.

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Since her last visit to this facet of Ford's mind, there had been many changes. Instead of being a giant griddle, with oppressive heat, it was instead another copy of Green Needle Gulch, set up as a party with many guests. American flags were a notable piece of decor, and the place she likely needed to go was the barbeque grill, with a metal Ford's upper body sticking out of it as he manipulated the food that surrounded him, vaguely reminiscent of a hibachi grill. The Ford came accessorized with a cowboy hat, for some reason.

Oh, and everything was scaled up to a massive proportion, as if Tanya had been shrunk to the size of a… ant? No, ants are way smaller. Let's see, that brush is way taller than her, but by how much? …She's going to say she was squirrel-sized.

"Well, this is-" Tanya startled. "My voice! I sound like those singing chipmunks!" Okay, she was chipmunk-sized. "Christmas, Christmas, time is here, time for toys, and time for cheer. I've been good, but I can't last; hurry Christmas, hurry fast!" Tanya sang before breaking out into giggles. "Okay, serious time." All these years of peace has dulled her edge, but it's done wonders for her sense of humor. Besides, finding time to laugh is one of her best defenses against backsliding.

Tanya ran along the ground, leaping and bounding off of the terrain. Where to go? She had an inkling that flying would be dangerous, and she trusted her instincts on that front. Maybe there's some easier-to-ascend trees further back…

She eventually found something that looked like a transition. It was a gateway/box thing that looked like a circus attraction, with a sign that said 'tourists go here', as well as 'awesome times ahead', and 'must-see!'. On a hunch, she split off an archetype to test it out.

The Inner Child was, like all of her split archetypes, a copy of her with a henohenomoheji for a face. This one was a pre-teen and dressed in an exaggerated version of one of her pajamas, a full-body sleeper made to look like a kitsune, with larger and floppier ears and a much bushier trio of tails than the real outfit had. It also had extra buttons in a place that was rather embarrassing to contemplate, so she didn't. "Hm, that actually looks comfy…" Tanya mused to herself. Those tails looked long enough to hug…

As an archetype, her Inner Child already knew why she was summoned, and immediately giggled and danced into the tourist trap's entrance. "I want a plane that loops the loop, and I want a hula hoop! I can hardly stand the wait, Please Christmas, don't be late!" A door dropped down on the entrance, and her Inner Child's manifestation was immediately destroyed.

"Hm. An actual psychic defense." Tanya said, surprised. "...Is this here because he's getting stronger and more stable as his mind is in fewer pieces?" It was as good an explanation as any. Still, it vindicated her decision to be cautious.

Moving on, Tanya started looking around for other routes. Bald eagles patrolled the area, despite them not being the type to inhabit a marshy area like this one. They each stopped to rest on the American flags, looking around in more detail before flying to the next one. Eventually, Tanya found a route up a tree, as those Eagles looked particularly dangerous if she tried to fly. She could probably defeat them… but the fact that their trap managed to destroy her archetype so easily…

As she traveled through the trees, turning invisible to avoid detection as she went through more open areas, Tanya noticed some actual cartoonish chipmunks.

"Okay, it's football time!" Announced the Ford-looking chipmunk. "Otto, you got the TV working?"

"Tip top shape." Responded the high pitched emulation of Otto's voice. "I even checked on the repeater I set up closer to Springfield, it's all good."

"Compton, are the snacks done?" Ford continued.

"All cooked and warmed to perfection. I have pretzels, hot dogs, pork rinds… everything you need for an all-american experience." Compton replied.

"I got the beer!" the Bob chipmunk said cheerily.

The Helmut chipmunk quickly added: "I got the cola, pace yourself everyone."

"I'm confused." Said the Lucy chipmunk. "Didn't we do this just last week?"

"That was the AFL game." Ford said, "They're a newer, smaller league. The real league is the NFL. This is their championship." Ah, she remembered this. The other orphanage children were big sports fans, so she got to witness the first Superbowl when she was three-wait, no, two. She didn't really pay much attention, though. She preferred baseball.

"Ah, so they will play against each other later, then?" Lucy asked.

"They should, but no. They haven't scheduled that yet." Ford replied, "But that means we get two championships, and thus two parties. I'm happy with that." The chipmunk grinned.

"They're growing quite fast, though." The Cassie chipmunk added. "I bet they'll merge soon enough, definitely before the decade's out."

Surprisingly, the memory kept playing, showing the actual beginning to the football game. That was unusual behavior for a memory, usually it cut off or looped after a few minutes at most. But this was a crazy man's memory, and delaying an intruder by giving them junk information to parse, more than they were ready to handle, was an unorthodox way to defend oneself, but radar chaff was a thing for a reason. It was likely another defensive tactic.

Still, except for the emotional baggage tag that Tanya snapped up, there was nothing else to be gained by watching this scene. Moving on. Eventually, she reached a dead end… or rather, a place that visibly was the way forward… but without a non-flight way of getting there. Argh, she's going to need to piss off the eagles, isn't she?

Well, she's in something of a hurry, so she better get going. Turning invisible, she slowly glided across the gap. As expected, invisibility was insufficient to highly trained psychic sentries like those eagles, and the cry of the massive bird shook the air around her. Dropping invisibility, Tanya built up and sent a powerful wave of pyrokinesis, igniting the bird's feathers and sending it crashing into the ground as it transformed into a full turkey dinner. Tanya caught it, the carcass having shrunk down to be easily carried by her.

Tanya tore off one of the legs and took a bite. "Mmmm… this is good. Reminds me of that turkey that Compton made for that Christmas that the Psychic Six invited us to." Neither of her parents had much in the way of an extended family, it was pretty much just Dad's father, and he didn't like leaving Germany, as he didn't speak English. Tanya spent exactly one Christmas in Germany with him, and wasn't particularly eager to repeat the experience.

The next section of Ford's mind was another scene with the other members of the Psychic Seven. Wait… it looked different than the last… Tanya's eyes widened. This was a copy of Ford's underground base!

Helmut, looking as he did today, served Ford mashed potatoes. "C'mon buddy, let's not worry about that stuff today. Let's just eat, and enjoy ourselves."

"But the Psychonauts need me to coordinate them!" Insisted Ford.

"There's plenty of other commanders, Ford." Cassie reminded him. "You can afford to take a day off. Hollis hates Thanksgiving, she can handle it."

"Ah, she hates me, too. She'll screw it up!" Ford said crabbily.

This was… a new memory. One formed after his schism. This wasn't even the fragment that was in charge at the time! This… was good. If his facets were starting to bleed over into each other, it meant that he was coming back together.

After a few more minutes of idle chatter, Ford looked around, confused. "Why… Do I feel like someone's missing? Everyone's here…" He gripped his chest, right over his heart. "What's going on?"

The other members of the Psychic Six exchanged worried, commiserating looks. Otto was the one who broke the news. "I'm sorry, Ford, but every time we mention it, you keep forgetting. Just trust us that we feel your pain, and we wish they were here too."

"Who?" Ford asked, scowling at himself.

"Classified." Cassie said solemnly. "Need to know."

"Well, I can't do anything about that." Ford said grumpily. "Pass me some stuffing."

Hm, interesting. Tanya had been avoiding hearing about how the Psychic Six's efforts to revitalize Ford had been going, but apparently it was worse than she thought; last Tanya heard, they couldn't convince the Agent Archetype to give them permission to intervene, and as the most lucid of them, they felt it enough to stay their hands, when combined with orders from on high to not risk themselves doing it.

…Come to think of it, Truman was the one who forbade it on that basis. Why on Earth was he letting Razputin risk himself now? Was it just because of the positive rapport Razputin had with the man? It would make sense… If nothing else, Ford may be subconsciously recognizing Razputin as Lucrecia's relative. It would explain how… easily Razputin had been making progress during those times where Tanya let him work on his own… It was a benefit that Tanya didn't share, and her ability to get him to allow her to go into his mind was lesser as well… Hm.

Well, all that was left in this area was to absorb the emotional baggage that Ford had here, filled with unpleasant, confusing emotions. Like the emotion of confusion. It was a fine blend of fear and disgust, with just a touch of sadness.

Ah, she finally had a good angle on the giant Ford head. "Open up!" She shouted, taking flight and charging the giant head.

"Hey now, who're you?" Ford said, inexplicably using a southern accent. "This is America, you can't go trespassin' like that! It's the greatest country in the world, welcoming to all kinds!"

"The faster you let me inside, the faster we can get Lucy back!" Tanya shouted.

"Lucy?" He asked, confused. "Lucy left! She left to be with her family, in Grulovia! She should have just brought them here!"

"She did!" Tanya insisted. "She's in America now, I could get to her in a day if we needed to."

"She is?" Ford asked, shocked. "Well, I don't know what to say…" Instantly, the hostile feeling in the air vanished.

"How about you take off that atrocious hat?" Tanya suggested.

Ford set down on the tongs he had in one hand, and took off the cowboy hat, as requested. He then picked the tongs back up and clacked them together, testing them.

Tanya flew into the now wide open head of the giant metal Ford, extracting the mirror shard. "Why'd she have to leave?" The Ford in the mirror asked.

"You know why." Cook Ford said, admonishing his real self. "Family's important, you numbskull. Lucy was strong, she thought she could handle the problems herself."

"But look where that got her." Ford said, as the mind collapsed and Tanya found herself back in the central hub. Oddly, Razputin and Lili were there too… with their own shard.

"Razputin…" Tanya said, glaring at the boy. "Where did you get another Psychoportal?"

"Mary." Raz said immediately, visibly frightened. Damn it, Mary… Why did you even have one? "She lost the paper-scissors-rock contest to get a haircut while we worked." Oh, that's good. She really did need one, her bangs were getting long enough that Tanya was starting to get tempted to take things into her own hands.

Tanya grabbed the shard and placed both of them into the mirror. "Only one left…" Tanya said, humming. Razputin cheered and started to do a victory dance. Lili giggled and joined in.

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With the cook's archetype vanishing, Tanya turned off all of the kitchen appliances and put away everything that needed to be done. Fortunately, very little needed to be cleaned, so Tanya was able to quickly close things before leaving, rushing towards the area where she left the children.

Mary had a ragged, incomplete haircut, while Razputin and Lili just looked proud of themselves. "That was a very reckless thing you did, Razputin." Tanya said sharply. "But given that it is an emergency situation… and that you've seemed to resolve it adequately… I'm just going to consider the upcoming upheaval in your worldview punishment enough." She was getting seriously sick of this child's recklessness. The infuriating part was that he seemed to accomplish his goals while being so reckless. That kind of talent needs to be nurtured, not strangled in the crib. At least, that's what Tanya has decided to tell herself.

"The up-what in my what-now?" Razputin asked. Tanya just smiled mysteriously.

"Uh oh." Mary said, ashen. "Razputin, the last time I saw that smile, Coach Oleander tried to kill us all."

Tanya sighed. "Even in the grips of insanity, he wasn't going to kill you. Just enslave you into his military designs with mind control."

"That's worse!" Mary shouted.

"I know." Tanya said, "I have first-hand experience with that kind of thing, after all." Mary flinched. A few years ago, Mary had asked her why Tanya prayed while fighting. Tanya decided to tell her the truth. "But now, I'm angry at you, Razputin. I paid good money to keep you satiated and preoccupied, and you decided to just risk yourself and Lili throwing yourselves into Ford's head without someone experienced as backup."

"It turned out fine!" Raputin argued.

"What if that shard you retrieved was not the seventh?" Tanya asked rhetorically. "What if it was the eighth? If I didn't stop for lunch, I could have done both in the time it took you to do the one."

"Ford would have been fixed!" Razputin said.

"The last time anyone got into his complete head, the man broke himself AGAIN and slammed the one who tried with a hypnotic command strong enough to send them running across the country!" Tanya shouted at him, angry. "I told you that's what happens, you stupid lemming!"

Razputin stood his ground. "Truman told me to get Maligula's location out of Ford, and I'm going to do it!" He shouted back, before slamming his hands over his mouth, realizing that he had just revealed an important secret.

…Truman knows that Tanya knows where Lucrecia is.

…Truman's been doing a lot of things that Truman wouldn't do normally.

…Why would he even want to know? The only ones who care are the Psychic Six… and the Deluginists.

…Who had unrestricted access to Truman's head, using a mercenary that is capable of brain extraction.

…That's not Truman.
 
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