When the intercom's jingle came on, it was not Lydia's terse words that followed but instead the overly cheerful voice of the duplicitous Head Doctor.

"Good morning, everyone, and I apologize for not giving you a proper greeting earlier! Always something to do when one is running such a busy institution, hmm? Always forms to sign, people to organize, and... oh! Speaking of which, today is therapy day, or at least one of the many we have here. Due to some unfortunate changes in our staff, some of you might find yourselves with new doctors, but I'm sure they'll be glad to accommodate all your needs.

"Of course, not everyone can go to the doctors' office all at once! Those of you who are scheduled for meetings will be escorted by our nurses, but the rest of our population will find a very mentally stimulating time in the.... library! Why, yes – all patients will be able to peruse our collection for anything of interest to them and they may even borrow a book with a staffmember's permission.

"I do believe that's all for now. I hope that you find the next shift as productive as I will try to make my time with my paperwork. Ahahaha..."

The Head Doctor's laughter cut off abruptly as he turned off the microphone.

The wait between the previous week and this one had not been all that long, but Jizabel soon found that did not matter much for a place such as Landel's Institute. Over half of his patients from the week before were absent from his list - the new list he'd been given upon arrival - either changed out for new faces or otherwise released. Losing patients between weeks would not do if he was to build any rapport as a therapist, or if he wanted any stability to his data collecting, but he could not protest it. If patients were being turned over to their families, "cured" of their delusions (if it could really be called that), then the therapist he was could only be happy for it.

At the very least, the new list seemed to have some interesting cases. His first for the day, a Mr. Robin Cross, had a sketchy past with deep issues involving his guardian, and his second, Mr. Arnold Brandt, thought himself a man of metal. Both were new to him, and with only the files to go on Jizabel could not expect to know much about either man. He could, however, relate easily with the contents of Mr. Cross's file, and that warranted Jizabel's interest enough to greet his patient at the door.

"Welcome, Mr. Cross. I've been expecting you," Dr. Disraeli greeted, smiling as he motioned a hand towards the chair, "My name is Dr. Jizabel Disraeli, and I will be your therapist for today. Please make yourself comfortable, and we will get started."

Matt had to bite his tongue hard to keep from insisting he would be perfectly comfortable in the library, really, and could he please stop being led around like freaking cattle? As the nurse drew him into the empty Sun Room, the answer to that seemed to be a resounding 'No'.

Great.

He was given the usual talk of 'be nice', 'maybe someone will come back and you'll have someone to talk to' and the strangely sincere 'we're getting a few books in braille, they just haven't arrived yet'. He was sure he believed that one, but it would be nice to not be singled out for a change.

Reminded him of grammar school actually.

What a coincidence, he hadn't been fond of grammar school either. Settling back on the seat he'd found himself in, the Daredevil closed his eyes and debated on the merits of a nap as he listened to the occasional person stop by and scribble something down before leaving. A message board or something? He'd have to ask someone about that.

(Free to any and all!)

It was her first day of work in a new facility, but Dr. Makiko Kisugi wasn't feeling nervous at all. To the contrary, all she felt was a sense of anticipation, an eagerness to see what opportunities might arise in a place such as this.

She was far from home, though, and so painfully new that she'd not dare take too many liberties as yet. As little as she liked the idea, now was a time to exercise caution, to play the doctor for the sadly deluded and likely uninteresting masses until she'd established sufficient power to act.

The files she'd been given, though - some of these looked. Well. Almost interesting, if only for the fact that they all seemed to be suffering from similar delusions. They were almost all male, though, which was both disappointing and potentially a good thing; generally speaking men lacked the indefinable something that would spark her interest (and hunger), but perhaps she'd be able to amuse herself at the least. Time would tell.

Makiko tapped a button on the CD player on her desk, flipping idly through the file for her first appointment of the day as a piano concerto began to quietly play. At the sound of a rap on her office door she glanced up and called out a crisp, "Enter," to the nurse. This must be Mr. Derringer now.

Mohinder adjusted the setting on the lamp in the corner of his office one more time. The idea was to give the place a comfortable atmosphere, and while he generally liked things a bit on the dim side, he didn't want anyone who preferred otherwise to think they were stepping into the Batcave. Satisfied at last, he moved back to his desk and switched on the one there. Hospital lighting always felt so cold and inhospitable.

He hadn't finished setting things up completely - only half of his books were on the shelves. The rest were still in boxes next to them. He'd almost finished uploading everyone's files onto his computer, though he kept the hard copies in his desk drawer. Otherwise, the office was looking nice. The walls still seemed a bit empty in some places, but he'd get to that.

For now, he sat down at his desk and awaited his first patient. He wasn't quite sure what to expect from the file. If he was lucky, he wouldn't need orderlies watching or intervening. That would make creating a comfortable atmosphere rather moot.

Dr. Stegman was comfortably seated behind his desk, coffee in hand and medical journal open in front of him when the nurse stuck her head in and informed him a new patient was on her way. Delightful. Honestly, much longer handing out Freudian bullshit to a bunch of yahoos and he was going to lose his mind.

Well, he supposed if he was a lucky man, today's patients would prove quite the struggle that some of these ingrates were. It was demeaning, for a man of his stature - a surgeon! - to be stuck falling back on his academic backup.

This stunt had better get him back on top at a real hospital.

"Send the patient in," he informed the nurse, closing his journal and taking the new file from the ever-so-helpful nurse.

Another round of work. This was just a tiny bit worrisome to Professor Hakubi Washu, world-renowned genius and master of practically every science known to mankind. This marked around a month's worth of work for her; a month in which she hadn't managed to crack even one mind open like an egg and turned the crazy inside sunny-side-up! This was practically intolerable! She should have made some amazing progress, some fascinating discovery into the depths of the twisted minds! But not even a single strident advance? That just wasn't like her.

As a result, the moodscape of her office was set in the depths of the Milky Way galaxy, the office seemingly set in the middle of a vast array of stars, nebulae, meteors, and other wonders of the galaxy. A bit overwhelming to the eye, but she preferred it that way; it helped her keep things in perspective. And it was the only venue that could contain her pardonable ego. Ah well... she'd just have to keep working! While her genius was usually 99% inspiration and 1% perspiration, she'd tweak those ratios if she had to!

The long weekends made it that much harder to get up at a reasonable hour, but Wilson wasn't one to be late when he had patients waiting for him. And the time off was appreciated, since trying to act as a therapist pushed past his comfort zone and tired him out more than he expected. It took him by surprise, and when he would come back from a day spent at Landel's, he often found that he was exhausted.

Part of him wondered if he was just losing his touch, getting older. At one point, while working in the hospital dealing with cancer cases and consults, he could go through patient after patient each day and was hardly effected about it. Nowadays, that seemed almost impossible.

Digging in his coat for his key, Wilson adjusted his coffee and then got the door to his office open, stepping inside with a small sigh. It wasn't the same as his one about at Princeton-Plainsboro, but it had been a few weeks that he'd worked here now, and he was starting to get used to it.

His first patient of the week was Caleb, who'd been having some relationship problems that Wilson had also heard the other side of. He was curious to hear about how it had developed, and so he sipped at his coffee as he waited for the patient to show up.