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Aiden Price ([personal profile] thecounselor) wrote2017-08-14 08:30 pm
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The Doctor is In

[Dr. Price's office is just about exactly what you'd expect from a psychologist's office in the year 6972. There's a large chair next to an equally large and comfortable couch, and a coffee table within reach of both. On the other side of the room, there's large desk with some kind of a computer screen made of glowing light. The metal walls in here have been covered with dark wood paneling, and the lighting is warm and comforting.

There is one of those shitty brass-handled green plastic-shaded lamps on the desk. Why is it there? Aesthetic, apparently.

The desk is flanked by bookshelves filled with nonfiction. There's of course the DSM-40, right next to the DSM-238. Both editions look about the same age, curiously enough. There are also various other books on psychology, psychiatry, and... Artificial Intelligence?

Huh. Everyone's gotta have some hobbies.

There's a long counter with various kinds of tea and a kettle that sits on the counter next to a button, as well as a small sink expressly for washing dishes. There's also a door in the back of the room that probably leads to Dr. Price's personal quarters (good fucking luck).]

((OOC: This is where you can tag if you want to chat with Dr. Price one on one. Y'all know how office hours work by now.))
tuskenlancer: (I'm not making excuses for myself)

[personal profile] tuskenlancer 2017-08-22 02:18 am (UTC)(link)
[ She scowls, expression darkening. He knows, he knows what she means - knows that her life for months now has been focused on the next mission, on climbing (trying to climb) up the leaderboard. Free time at the Project had been an almost alien concept. There's always something to do. More training. More preparation. Wash wasn't the only one who had pored over his field manuals between missions.

Here, with nothing, no mission, no purpose, she feels...lost. Adrift.

He must know that. And yet, once again, he gives her nothing. A closed-off smile, a non-answer. CT glares at him, then nods once, sharply. ]


Understood.

[ She hesitates, uncertain even of her next move. Does she ask to be dismissed? Simply turn on her heel and go? She doesn't think she's quite ready for that yet, even pissed off as she is. ]