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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monday

[chides]

[ mako's going to be as calm and reasonable as he can when he approaches the counselor's office, giving his door a knock. he's guessing that the counselor can probably see that mako's wanting to chat, if he has access to the security cameras.

either way, this isn't going to be a therapy session. ]

[thecounselor]

Come in.

[Apparently, Mako is right that Dr. Price saw him coming, if the way that he's come around his desk to meet him before Mako even enters the room is an indication.]

[chides]

[ mako steps in, closes the door behind him.

he makes note of the office: it looks...comfortable. and it would be if they weren't in their current predicament, mako thinks. even as he sits on the couch, he still looks rigid and uptight about something, and he looks over at the counselor. ]

I want to know how you got all of that information in our profiles.

[thecounselor]

What makes you think that I was responsible for gathering the information in your profiles?

[Asked as he comes over to sit in the chair next to the couch.]

[chides]

I had a feeling you weren't, but I thought I'd ask anyway.

[ ... ]

And it sounds like we're here for some...other reason besides the crimes listed on our profiles. You aren't gonna tell me what that is, are you?

[thecounselor]

[His eyes don't twinkle, exactly, but he looks knowing.]

There is one qualifying thing that all of you have in common.

[But no. He's not going to tell you what it is.]

[chides]

And why are you making it a point to hide that information from us?

[thecounselor]

No efforts have or will be made to keep you from discussing among yourselves to figure it out. However, I'm not at liberty to say what it is because not all of you remember it.