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[therapeutics]

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woooo

[quackery]

[It's late on the third, after the zombies have been taken care of, that she comes into the room. She's not expecting anyone new to be there; while the rooms are certainly not spacious, they're numerous. So, when she opens the door and sees an unfamiliar woman inside, it gives her pause. There's enough surprise there at seeing anyone that she hasn't really started taking in individual details yet.]

Oh - hello! Um, are you new here?

EYYYY.

[therapeutics]

What?

[ the fact that there had been no one in the room when julia got there made her hope - assume, actually - that there would be nobody to share it with. she hadn't had such an arrangement since college, having been granted an entire basement for her Very Important Doctor's Work™ back at collinwood, and -

well. the fact that she's sharing with a teenager isn't exactly favorable. so this is a thing. ]

I guess. Who are you?

[quackery]

I'm Ahiru! Um, I'm sorry I wasn't here to meet you earlier, I was on a mission. Have you been alright? I know it can be really tough the first few days.

[She moves to sit on her own bed. Even though it's horrible that people are pulled here each month, she can't deny that she's glad to have company here. She gets tired of staying in this room when there's nobody around. So there's a small smile as she leans forward, propping her chin in a hand.]

It's nice to meet you, though! What's your name?

[therapeutics]

A mission? They let little things like you go play soldier? [ the fact that she's sixteen goes over julia's head; back home, you can't fight in wars until two years after that, and even then - women being dictated. it doesn't have anything to do, here, with being female, but julia still doesn't like it. ]

Doctor Julia Hoffman. "Tough" isn't exactly the adjective I'd use, but sure, honey. Sure.

[quackery]

[She shakes her head.]

Um, I'm not little... And I'm not a soldier, either. [The correction is amiable.] Sorry if that was confusing! Er, missions are just what we call them here, even if they aren't dangerous or hard. I was just getting some food for everybody. You probably noticed already that it's kind of scarce up here.

[A pause.]

Oh, what kind of doctor are you? And what adjective would you use?

[therapeutics]

What do you mean, you don't just all have enough sugar and flour and eggs to have eternal baking parties? Those cookies didn't seem to run out back in the observatory. [ it was a few days ago, mind, but julia inclines her head in the general direction of the observatory. just because that's a point that apparently needs to be proven.

choosing to make no remark about the fact that she apparently isn't a soldier (or her age) beyond a bemuse raise of her eyebrows, julia takes a seat on her bed, crossing her legs. ]

I'm a psychiatrist. I specialize in disorders of the mind. And in my professional opinion [ because that's needed. ] - I'd say maddening. Infuriating. [ a pause. ] Intriguing. In a frustrating way.

audio; somehow flagged as urgent

[5055034455]

You're a psychologist, right? Or psychiatrist — whichever. Are you qualified to do psychological evaluations for legal purposes?

audio;

[therapeutics]

I'm qualified for whatever purpose. [ p r o f e s s i o n a l i s m ]

- Do I know you?

[5055034455]

Not yet. I'm Saul Goodman, lawyer and head of the Department of Initiative-Transport Relations — for now — and I need you to evaluate one of my clients.

[A pause, then:]

As soon as possible.

[therapeutics]

Is that it? Is that all the background there is?

[5055034455]

I take it you haven't been keeping an eye on the network.

action on the 15th because idgaf

[phaseshifted]

[True, living on Earth had its perks. Real sunlight, real wind, the whole tactile experience of it. But it was also freezing, and Angel knew she was not skilled enough to build herself a shelter. It also wouldn't be viable to stay in the...well it'd be generous to call it a shack that she'd been in for the last week. So she'd come back up to the moon to assess whether this would be a better place to stay or if she should just swallow her pride and ask for assistance with shelter on Earth.

And in her wanderings, she's found Julia's room, wherever that may be. She hesitates at the sight of someone else in there, her face clearly saying she thought this room would be unoccupied.]

-Sorry!

[And she's shutting the door again. MAN SHE SHOULD JUST KNOCK OR SOMETHING.]

eyyyy

[therapeutics]

What the hell!?

[ she's gotten used to privacy, is the thing. privacy and warmth and food to eat, now that the people seem to have moved earthside by now. she's heard reports of snow and yetis and some other bullshit, but all she knows is that she has her own room to herself, regardless of the fact that she's always had her own bed. and she slips back into old habits very quickly - such as leaving the door unlocked.

she's not in the middle of anything important, feet propped up on the footboard of the bed as she flips through a magazine that god knows how she picked up. but she practically falls off the bed once angel enters - and then leaves. ]

For fuck's sake, are you lost?!

[phaseshifted]

Sort of!

[That was embarrassing...not something she'll die before she recovers from, but enough to bring a slight flush to her cheeks and her answer to be somewhat shouted through the door.]

[therapeutics]

[ mumbling: ] Jesus Christ.

[ julia stumbles from her bed and makes sure she looks decent enough before she swings open the door, all five-foot-three-inches of her staring the other woman down with a nice glare. ]

So you can't knock? Where are you trying to get to?

[phaseshifted]

[To her credit, Angel doesn't shrink away from the glare, only folding her arms and keeping her expression neutral.]

Things were so quiet, I didn't really think about knocking. As to where I'm going...just trying to scope out one of the empty rooms to maybe move into.

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[lazyinlove]

I'm gonna hit a pharmacy. Need anything doc?

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[therapeutics]

Are you serious?

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[lazyinlove]

that a no?

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[therapeutics]

What? No. I just had no idea there was a pharmacy anywhere. That's all.

[lazyinlove]

Yeah going back in time. Someone told me you're a like....I get them mixed up but a psychiatrist or something like that.

[inhumanity]

[At some point between the beginning of the 24th and the end of the 25th, Christopher delivers (handed off in person or left at a doorstep) a Christmas gift: a guide to the ethical practice of psychiatry. It is given with all the best Christmas wishes of a spree killer friend.]

[therapeutics]

[ IS THIS A CRITIQUE OF HER PROFESSIONALISM??

SHE IS OFFENDED

even if it is totally warranted. ]

[inhumanity]

[NOT AT ALL OF COURSE NOT HE HAS ABSOLUTE FAITH IN HER ETHICAL CONDUCT OF COURSE HE DOES



but a little reminder never hurts]

[firstroar]

I have the Transporter coordinates you need: 2219.x8.x8

AI is prepped for travel as well, and should be waiting in one of the drives by the computers.

Be safe.

[date of receipt: 1 day prior to your ic mission.]