Dayshift 20: Dr. Washu's Office [Doctor Office 5]

[damned-doctors.livejournal.com]

For Doctor Hakubi Washu, it was like Christmas had just come early, especially delivered by Santa Claus himself. She'd leaped at the chance to use her knowledge for good- well, at least kinda-sorta good?- and more importantly to advance her brilliant new theorem. All she needed were the minds for study, and it just so happened that the Institute had plenty of such minds for the studying, and plenty was being offered for her to do so.

Wasn't capitalism such a wonderful thing?

Thoroughly in her element, Washu had pored through the patient files and gotten everything ready, even managing to add a little 'flair' to her office. Several unidentifiable but quite flashy machines were on her desk, sharing the space with a small bowl of sweets, and the standard-issue padded couch had been 'modified' while she was at it.

She couldn't quite hide her glee as she clapped her hands together and grinned when she heard the intercom. Any moment now, aaaaany moment...

((OOC: For Ichigo, Tamaki, Darman, Fayt, Nigredo, Takaya, Yazoo, and Zoe.))

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[shewillflytrue.livejournal.com]

Zoe said nothing when she was ushered into the room with the doctor. Her fingers itched for a weapon, but she didn't move to attack the strange looking woman. She didn't do anything except sit down with a straight back and stare that the 'doctor'. She was completely silent and hardly even blinked.

This was all really tiring, but it made no sense to kick up a fuss right now. First she had to figure out who this woman was and what her real role in this place was.

[damned-doctors.livejournal.com]

"Huh, quiet one, aren't you?" Washu actually had to nod at that; it would make things a little more challenging, and waking her brain up would make all the next ones easier to work with.

"The name's Doctor Hakubi Washu; what's your name?"

[shewillflytrue.livejournal.com]

"Zoe Alleyne Washburne," she said after a moment of quiet, using her maiden name as well as the name she had gained when she married Wash. Her face was still set and emotionless. She kept her eyes on the woman before her, taking in every small expression and every detail of her face.

[damned-doctors.livejournal.com]

Yep, definitely a quiet one. That was all right, though; sooner or later something could be coaxed out. She gave a name that wasn't her 'real' name, which meant that, for the first time, Washu grinned.

"I'll call you that, but you've gotta call me 'L'il Washu,' okay~?"

Oh, she was completely serious. "I'm new to this place, so before we really get into anything, I do have a question for you. What do you think about this hospital?"

[clone-boy.livejournal.com]

Darman remembered his last "therapy" session. It still struck him as pretty harmless, especially since there was no active attempts at a proper interrogation as far as he could see, and he supposed it beat having to potentially butt heads with the other inmates. Not that he was particularly adverse to a little violence (he had a hard skull), but if he was going to keep up his harmless, naive young man approach, he knew he had to keep a lid on it as much as he could.

The young clone took a seat, eyeing the blinking devices on the desk and noting they seemed to be the most advanced technology he'd seen here yet. Darman debated trying to steal the parts - who knew, they might make good detonators - but decided against it. Not yet. He didn't know who this new guard was, or even what kind of survelliance the office seemed to have.

Darman waited, sitting stiffly as if he expected to be on the parade grounds and not repeating back the lies they wanted with sincerity. He'd probably have to watch that too, but he'd had far more practice at being a soldier than being a uselessly soft civvie.

[damned-doctors.livejournal.com]

Another quiet one? Huh, someone must have thought they could put her genius intellect to the test. Just wait! She'd have the whole batch selling shoes and flipping burgers like the other normal people within the month!

"Hey hey, no need to be so stiff! Why don't you sit down, take a load off, and tell me anything that might be on your mind? Name's Hakubi Washu, by the way."

[clone-boy.livejournal.com]

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Darman tried to visibly relax. He couldn't help staring at this new female; she was short, not quite reaching past his shoulder, but the most startling thing was her hair color. It was bright pink. He'd never seen such a color on a person before, human or otherwise, and for a moment he couldn't take his eyes off Washu.

This definitely wasn't the "therapist" from the last time.

Realizing that he was probably supposed to introduce himself, Darman forced himself into what he'd now dubbed Idiot Civvie Mode, the kind of weak softie that he'd probably want to slot if this was on the battlefield.

"I-I'm Daniel," Darman lied, unable to remember what his "last" name was. He ducked his head and offered a shy smile, remembering to hold out his hand at the last minute. "Nice to meet you, Doctor Washu."

[damned-doctors.livejournal.com]

Washu accepted the hand... and there would be a slight sting as soon as their hands parted. This patient's delusions were rather fascinating, but Washu had a good idea of how to prove whether this patient was what he said he was or not.

Never leave research to anyone else! Find the answers with your own scientific method!

...and she was flattered that he was staring at her. She certainly liked to leave an impression.

"Feel free to sit on the couch, okay? And tell me aaaaanything you feel like you want to talk about, too!"

[zerstorung.livejournal.com]

[damned-doctors.livejournal.com]

Quiet Kid #3, it seemed. Phew, she wasn't sure if this was a trend, or if someone had slipped something into the cafeteria food while she wasn't looking. A matter for scientific investigation, perhaps? Good thing she knew how to cook for herself~!

"Yo! Feel free to take a seat if you get tired, that's what the couch is for." A smile at that, as Washu eyed the newcomer with sudden interest. He seemed like a nice young man, why was he sent in here? Only one way to find out, mm? "I'm Hakubi Washu, what's your name?"

[zerstorung.livejournal.com]

[damned-doctors.livejournal.com]

She waved her hand at that first part. "Whoever wrote that was over-thinking things. I offer a couch because it's a lot easier than standing up."

Washu was glad that he sat down, though; that made things a bit easier. Him using his correct name was a bit of a shock, after her first patient; made her wonder all over again why he was in there. "Mm, that makes me wonder. What else did you read about this?"

She smiled again, but this time it was a bit more brightly; she wasn't the average therapist, so now she got to correct misconceptions~!

[forgot-my-life.livejournal.com]

((drug out from continued from here (http://community.livejournal.com/landels_damned/24992.html?thread=858528#t858528)))

Takaya looked up from where he had been glaring at the annoying man sitting beside him at the new, potently more annoying woman standing over him.

"It's time for Therapy, Mr. Yamamoto," she said far too brightly for his tastes. He stood up anyway and the nurse beamed. He smirked.

"Fuck. You." He wouldn't hit a girl, but he sure would curse at one. He wasn't going to anything that even resembled therapy. Smile faltering just a fraction, the nurse tsked.

"Now, is that the kind of language we should be using Mr. Yamamoto?"

"My name ain't Mr. Fucking. Yamamoto." The woman turned and made a gesture to someone Takaya couldn't see. And then...

Ten minutes later, he was being bodily dragged by some hulking gorilla just called "orderly" (people weren't supposed to come in sizes that big he decided), into a room that Takaya just knew would piss him off even more.

"Stay here," the huge man grunted, depositing the struggling boy there. Takaya immediately whirled to attack, but was put down rather quickly on the floor, a new knot forming on his head. The orderly left, shutting the door firmly behind him.

Takaya wished for a moment that he was allowed to use his abilities against regular people, but the lessons he'd learned will still too deeply ingrained.

Instead, he turned and glared at the only other occupant of the room.

"Who the FUCK are you and what the FUCK am I doing here? What is this shit?"

[damned-doctors.livejournal.com]

Well, at least he wasn't quiet? Washu had to shake her head, though; how exactly was she supposed to conduct her research therapy sessions when the orderlies dragged people in? She'd have to bring it up with the other doctors; maybe if the sessions weren't mandatory, they'd be able to get some progress done.

"Name's Hakubi Washu, and you're here because a guy about a quarter again your size dragged you in. And this is what's known as one-on-one therapy. Please be gentle with me~!" A bit of a giggle at that; sometimes, 'therapy' was best done with a more active role, so as to throw the patient's train of thought off the tracks. Or so she thought, anyway.

[forgot-my-life.livejournal.com]

Takaya glared at her as though he would love nothing more than to shove her head first into a wall.

"Fuck you, and fuck your 'therapy' crap. I don't want to be here and YOU don't want me to be here." Takaya clenched his fists and teeth. "I don't even need to be here you freak. So why don't you find somebody else?" He turned around to try the door.

[damned-doctors.livejournal.com]

"Now see, that's why you shouldn't assume. You don't want to be here, but I want you here; you're the first one who's actually shown some initiative."

The door would seem to be 'stuck', as soon as Takaya would try it; Washu tried not to let her patients get away, not until a few more things were attempted.

Why not try cold reason? Sometimes it worked. "But you see, you do have to be here. No matter how you look at it, multiple personalities are a sign of instability. So unless you want me to write 'incurably insane' on your report, you really should sit down and tell me more about it. Besides, what have you got to lose? Arts and Crafts isn't that interesting!"

[the-clown-king.livejournal.com]

The nurse led Tamaki to a small room, chattering all the while. He wasn't paying any attention. Therapy? A doctor? He'd been told the doctors here were evil! What if they did something horrible to him?

He was escorted inside, the nurse announcing that Jason Cole was here and ready for his session. He looked about the office as though he expected something to leap out at him and attack.

He hovered in the doorway, clearly distressed.

[damned-doctors.livejournal.com]

"Hey, come on in," the doctor said with a gentle smile. She could be nice... the poor boy looked like he needed it, and after the chaos of the previous patient, she needed a break.

"The name's Doctor Hakubi Washu, and I'm not going to bite. Why don't you sit down on the couch and tell me what's got you worked up?"

[the-clown-king.livejournal.com]

Tamaki just blinked. He needed to be strong. He needed to be brave. He drew himself up and tried to look intimidating.

"What are you going to do to me?" he demanded, refusing the offer of a couch for now. He wasn't going to just let them do whatever horrible things they did to people here!

[barium-bullet.livejournal.com]

‘Therapy sessions? Hn, he’s got to be joking,’ Yazoo thought to himself with a small snort after hearing the announcement over the intercom as he was led by his nurse to where the therapy was taking place.

He went into the room and took a seat without waiting to be told to do so, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms loosely over his chest while he stared at the doctor with a blank expression.

[damned-doctors.livejournal.com]

What was it with the quiet ones? Other than that one exception, all of them had to have the ice broken.

Well, in this case, her inventive genius might have gotten a little- a little- beyond her memory. She managed to get an "Ack, don't sit down there!" out before Yazoo sat...

...and an electric shock would pass through his body. Not enough to cause damage, but certainly enough to be noticeable. "...kids these days, you're supposed to wait until you're invited, then sit down!"

She was, however, relieved that the Washu Anti-Moocher Shocker was working perfectly. Perfect deterrent for nosy co-workers!

[barium-bullet.livejournal.com]

The electric shock that had passed through his body had been very unpleasant, and he shot the doctor a cold glare as he moved over and plopped himself down into another chair, silently relieved when this one didn’t shock him.

He still refused, however, to say a word and simply continued to stare at her with a small smirk on his lips. ‘If you thought that little jolt was going to get anything out of me, you’ve got another thing coming,’ Yazoo mused to himself with a silent chuckle.

[soul-defender.livejournal.com]

Though he seemed skeptical, Ichigo entered the room without a fuss and seated himself comfortably. Looking more confused than anything, he couldn't help but feel a little anxious about this 'therapy' session, as there had been absolutely nothing theraputic about Landels so far. To make matters even more perplexing, the doctor was...well...

"Eh...so, what's gonna happen here, anyway?"

[damned-doctors.livejournal.com]

"Wait wait wait!" That was the most Washu got to say before, again, the Washu Anti-Moocher Shocker went off, subjecting Ichigo- just like Yazoo- to a rather sharp shock of electricity.

...maybe installing that had been a bad idea after all?

"...you're supposed to wait until I invite you to sit," Doctor Washu lamented, "go ahead and sit down now, it'll be fine. Doctor Hakubi Washu."

[soul-defender.livejournal.com]

Running through his body like a frightened rabbit, Ichigo felt the jolt surge across him, finally forcing his cactoid hair to stand up even more than ever.

"What the hell?" he blustered demandingly, nervously settling back into the chair. "I don't need electro-shock therapy, thanks. Kurosaki Ichigo."