[The feed starts, and it is clear the woman in front of the camera has set the device a few feet away, so you can see that she's seated, one leg crossed over the other, hands in her lap. For a moment she stares at the device, face blank. This is a risk, she knows. Maybe a mistake. But in the few days she has spent wandering the halls of Wonderland she has encountered no one she knows. And anyway, it's late for fear now. So she smiles, and her whole demeanor brightens with it. She tilts her head toward the camera in a polite nod.]
Hello to... whomever may be watching this. [Bedelia speaks slowly, every word careful, exact. Her voice hardly ever reaches above a low and breathy rumble, but she speaks with confidence.]
My name is Dr. Bedelia du Maurier. I am a recent addition to this place, and I'm not familiar with most of you, but in light of recent events I thought it would be best to make myself known, and to offer my services. I am a licensed psychiatrist, and am beginning a small practice out of my quarters in room Thirty-five on the Eighth floor. I am available by appointment, or, if you would like to speak more informally, you can find me around the mansion.
[She pauses for a moment, and nearly stands up before she thinks of something more that should be said.]
I have been made aware that there is currently a therapist already practicing here. It is not my intention to be in competition with her. However, I imagine she has limited time, and everyone has different needs. [She takes a deep breath, never breaking eye contact with the device. It is best to be up front.] I am particularly accustomed to...disturbing cases. Trauma is something I am wholly familiar with. If that is what you need, I am here.
[She pauses again. That nervousness has not left her, her hands tremble in her lap, but she keeps her toothless smile on. She is, after all, a professional.]
That is all for now, I suppose. Thank you.
[Bedelia leaves the frame and the click of her high heels grows closer and closer before she turns off the feed.]