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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.)

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Hi. [The voice on the other end sounds young, and a little uncertain.] Sorry, I'm new-here-but-not-really, so I don't know you, Ma'am. Are you like the new guidance counselor? I'm Coraline.

What's.... happening, exactly? Did I miss something bad happening at the parties? I heard there were people getting killed. Was it the Other-People, attacking, from the mirrors?

A lady said her robot friend got shot in the back, but robots can get fixed up, right? People still come back here when they die, right? That hasn't changed?

[Therapy. It's bizarre to exist in a world where that isn't mandated for him anymore.]

what do you specialize in?

[ Jane is always so happy to see Bedelia's face. She's truly helped, but things have happened since the last time they met, and Jane's absolutely a person who benefits from regular therapy. Just the words by the end are soothing, and there's absolutely nothing that seems off. ]

Could you...is there any way you could see me soon?

[ If the answer is no, she'll be fine. She certainly doesn't come across as desperate, but she needs the space Bedelia provides to be able to let herself talk. ]

Well damn, we've got shrinks all over the place now. Hope you're better than the other one.

[Not that John really believes in therapy in the first place. Hey, if paying a stranger to tell you what your problem is works for you, that's great. Doesn't mean it's not a total racket.]

[ their paths cross at the coffee shop, several days after bedelia graces the network. it's belatedly elena catches up with said network, and bedelia's post doesn't escape her notice. it's why she vaguely recognizes the woman when elena very nearly bumps into her, spilling red-hot coffee on the floor.

someone hasn't been getting a whole lot of sleep... ]

Oh! I'm sorry. I didn't get you, did I?

um...

hi my name is

...i think i

[they take a few minute writing and deleting texts]

....what does a psychiatrist do?

Edited 2016-09-21 01:30 (UTC)

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