The Doctor is In

[thecounselor]

[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.))

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[tuskenlancer]

[ Right now, CT doesn't even know about her crusade. The risks she'd taken, the sacrifices she'd made. She doesn't know that the Counselor is asking her to do something very similar to what he's already seen her do.

What she does know is that something has to be done.

Her eyebrows shoot right up her forehead when he mentions her armor, the question half-formed before she can think twice. ]

How could you -

[ Never mind. It's not like he'd explain just how he has access to her armor, and anyway, it's not important. Still, the thought of getting her armor back is enough to erase any lingering doubts from her mind, at least for the moment. After practically living in it for so long, she feels terribly vulnerable without it. Especially now.

She nods, tongue darting out to wet her lips as she thinks quickly, already starting to formulate plans. It'll be hard. A challenge. But...it's necessary. It'll save lives, her own included. And maybe this time, she'll be up for it. ]

Yes, sir. I'll - I'll do my best.

[thecounselor]

[He affords her the kind of half-smile she ought to be well accustomed to. But there's something less condescending about it. It's still closely guarded, like a warden among unstable inmates, but it's the most genuine he's been this whole time.]

I know that you will, Agent Connecticut.