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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[thecounselor]

[Price broke eye contact first. He tapped at the keyboard of light on the top of his desk, minimizing a glowing blue window.]

I can't. I'm not going to compromise my agent.

[neverheardofhim]

Your agent.

[It made sense, considering everything Blaze had said to them along the way. He flipped dimly through the remaining list of inmates, wondering just who might have lowered themselves down to Price's level.

It wasn't hard to figure out.]

CT? [His voice was low and harsh, cautious of anyone who might have been trying to listen to their conversation.]

[thecounselor]

[Price just meets Varric's gaze, steady and firm.]

I was able to change some of the information in the profiles that I was originally given. Mentions of family, friends, connections. Anything that in the moment I thought could be held over you.

We must find a way to stop further deaths until we can buy the time we need.

[neverheardofhim]

What did you removing that matter in the end? Blaze has found a way to use things against us anyway. Look at what that bastard did Thursday night.

You're not doing enough.

[Varric emphasized this with another pound against the desk.]

So give me something more than agents and removing information. Give me something I can do.

[thecounselor]

Something that you can do?

[If he weren't so professional, he might have laughed.]

I'm afraid these locks are a bit above even an accomplished rogue of your caliber. But you have your words. Use them. To comfort, to bolster, to unite.