Dr. Bedelia Du Maurier (
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[Well. It seems it's that time again.
Bedelia sits in an armchair a few feet from the camera, much as she was the first time she made an announcement over the network. One leg is folded over the other, a red high heel just visible. She adjusts the end of one of her jacket sleeves before looking up at the camera.]
Hello.
[She's seen what's been happening. She would have to be blind not to. But she's been careful, managed to stay away from nearly everything suspicious and everyone unfamiliar. She hasn't come away entirely unscathed, but you won't find any hollow look of distress behind her eyes. The fortunate consequence of keeping to oneself and making few friends. This is not her first rodeo.
And she is, definitely, absolutely, not enjoying this. ]
I should start by saying that I am aware of the losses many of you have suffered recently, and that I’m sorry. [She drops her gaze, the picture of sincerity.] It has occurred to me that there may be quite a few people left shaken by what has happened here over the last few days. For those who may still be unaware, I want to extend my services as a psychiatrist.
I’m opening up my availability to accommodate for any influx in people who need someone to speak to. Walk-ins to my office will be accepted at the same times as always--9 to 5--but I will also make myself available at any hour to those who contact me. If you would rather not visit my office to speak, we can meet elsewhere, or speak over the network.
[She pauses a moment, thinking. Then she gathers herself, uncrossing her legs and leaning forward, hands resting together on her lap. She stares pointedly into the camera, speaking to whomever may most need to hear this.]
We all suffer, and we are all alone in it. Know that you do not need remain that way. Whatever has happened to you, whatever you have done, you don’t have to be alone.
[No, she is not enjoying this at all. That would be a highly inappropriate response. Were anyone particularly perceptive to look closely at the video feed, very close, you definitely would not see the smallest glint of eagerness behind all that practiced sincerity. Nothing to see here.]
Thank you all.
(ooc: This will be the main therapy post for this month. I will accept video, text, audio and action, and will match prose or brackets. Feel free to PM me if you'd prefer a closed log.)
Bedelia sits in an armchair a few feet from the camera, much as she was the first time she made an announcement over the network. One leg is folded over the other, a red high heel just visible. She adjusts the end of one of her jacket sleeves before looking up at the camera.]
Hello.
[She's seen what's been happening. She would have to be blind not to. But she's been careful, managed to stay away from nearly everything suspicious and everyone unfamiliar. She hasn't come away entirely unscathed, but you won't find any hollow look of distress behind her eyes. The fortunate consequence of keeping to oneself and making few friends. This is not her first rodeo.
And she is, definitely, absolutely, not enjoying this. ]
I should start by saying that I am aware of the losses many of you have suffered recently, and that I’m sorry. [She drops her gaze, the picture of sincerity.] It has occurred to me that there may be quite a few people left shaken by what has happened here over the last few days. For those who may still be unaware, I want to extend my services as a psychiatrist.
I’m opening up my availability to accommodate for any influx in people who need someone to speak to. Walk-ins to my office will be accepted at the same times as always--9 to 5--but I will also make myself available at any hour to those who contact me. If you would rather not visit my office to speak, we can meet elsewhere, or speak over the network.
[She pauses a moment, thinking. Then she gathers herself, uncrossing her legs and leaning forward, hands resting together on her lap. She stares pointedly into the camera, speaking to whomever may most need to hear this.]
We all suffer, and we are all alone in it. Know that you do not need remain that way. Whatever has happened to you, whatever you have done, you don’t have to be alone.
[No, she is not enjoying this at all. That would be a highly inappropriate response. Were anyone particularly perceptive to look closely at the video feed, very close, you definitely would not see the smallest glint of eagerness behind all that practiced sincerity. Nothing to see here.]
Thank you all.
(ooc: This will be the main therapy post for this month. I will accept video, text, audio and action, and will match prose or brackets. Feel free to PM me if you'd prefer a closed log.)
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what do you specialize in?
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I have experience dealing mainly with patients with personality disorders, as well as those who are recovering from trauma.
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does it matter what trauma it is? Like if it's something you're not maybe legally allowed to talk about
["Legally" and not "ideologically" sounds...way better, doesn't it?]
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I assure you I have dealt with quite a few unusual situations in the past.
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[Goddamnit. He should know better than to ask questions like that. He sighs, and sends a hasty text of amendment.]
nevermind. patient confidentiality and whatever. but i think i could be interested yeah.
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It's true it would be unethical to divulge too much information. We will both have to trust each other to be as open as we are "legally" aloud to be.
[She uses quotes to show she means that in much the same way as she assumes he does. There are no laws in this place which would prevent either of them from divulging any information they wanted. But that isn't the point. Everyone has their own reasons to keep quiet.]
I would be happy to talk with you. Would you feel comfortable coming to my office? Room 35 on the 8th floor. I have some time this afternoon, if you're available.
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Doesn't have to talk about everything, after all. Just the stuff that - that a person like her would be good at helping him with.]
yeah sure. i'm pretty new here but i think i can find it
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[Bedelia sets the device aside, gets up from the chair in her office, and goes to open the door to the waiting room. It's her sign that she is available to anyone who enters the waiting room from the hallway. Then she returns to her place near the window to go through some notes while she waits.]
(ooc: More info on her office is here. If you have any questions feel free to PM me!)
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Maybe she'll be better at helping him sort out his problems than literally any other therapist has.
Or maybe not. Kinda depends on him, doesn't it?
He locates the place without trouble and raps knuckles against the door as he tries not to look as nervous as he feels.]
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She smiles, and holds out a hand.]
You're the person I've been texting, correct? It occurs to me that I never caught your name during our conversation.
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Right, right. Yeah. That was me. Tim.
[He winces, as if the mere act of forgetting to introduce himself is an imposition on her - like, as an individual, or something.]
Sorry about that.
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[She steps aside and beckons him to follow her into her office. There are two black chairs in the center of the room, facing each other at either end of a low coffee table. She gestures toward the chair nearest the door, an open-handed invitation for him to sit, before picking up her notes and taking her own seat.]
So, am I correct in assuming you're fairly new to Wonderland, Tim?
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Yeah, pretty much. Showed up with everyone else and then just kinda...stayed, I guess.
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[She looks up at him over her notes. She had heard that some of the arrivals from earlier in the month had stuck around, but she had yet to meet any of them.
He's nervous, it's clear in the small movements he's obviously working to control. They can begin with some simple conversation. No need to dive right in to what he is so obviously reticent about.]
That must have been...disorienting. How are you adjusting to your new surroundings?
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[No more or less disorienting than waking up anywhere else with no memory of where he got there. So he supposes he has that minute advantage, the knowledge that he's just - used to it. Figures.]
No worse than anyone else, I think. People here've caught me up on how things work. How stuff...happens here. [He shrugs tiredly.] It's weird, but what part of this isn't?
action; sorry for the slow tags! Feel free to drop if you need to.
[Still, Tim appears more unconcerned by his surroundings than she had been at this point, almost to the point of seeming bored. It is one thing to grow accustomed to this place with time, and quite another to arrive prepared for it.]
Was it weird in your world as well?
no worries! i backtag indefinitely :3
Not really, no. Not unless you got anything against Alabama.
[Though maybe that's not entirely honest of him, is it?]
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I haven't personally had the pleasure of visiting Alabama, though I think it would be a bit too hot for my taste.
[She makes a conscious decision not to push him on this front. If he would prefer to be evasive at this point, there is likely a reason. Better to try a different approach.]
What was it that made you want to contact me, Tim? What are you hoping to discuss?
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[The answer comes out easily. It's not wrong. It's not dishonest. It's not complete, sure, but when has he ever laid his cards on the table with no strings attached?
He makes a vague gesture near one of his temples.]
Got some "issues," it turns out.