damned_institute | Dayshift 31 -- Doctor's Office 8 [Dr Disraeli]

Adjusting to having his own office was something of a new experience for Jizabel. He was more used to house calls or being given a room at the residence he was staying at, a much more personal approach to the profession. This, however, was a bit more official. His own office set alongside those of the other doctors, his "colleagues" for the time being, arranged to his specifications without the slightest flaw-- nothing from his own experiences could even compare. But really, he didn’t need to compare at all. He had realized the differences of this place from the moment he’d entered and could be reminded of them with just a glance up from his desk.

An environment that was already nicely controlled-- he supposed any could be given the right standards, but it was strange that he wasn’t the one pulling the strings this time. Nothing to set up or keep tabs on for once. Perhaps that was the reason why he was just a little anxious for these therapy sessions to begin; these patients were not ones he had chosen himself.

Absentmindedly tapping the edge of his glasses on the desktop, he waited for the first of his patients to be shown in, mulling over just what personality type he wanted for this setting. The goal of these first meetings was to appear friendly, maybe earn some bits of trust if these patients would be willing to give some, yet still come across as a caring, professional individual that wanted to help. His portrayal of Dr. Allen was too casual for this, and Dr. Hathaway a little too suspicious. Meetings were going to be separated though, and he hadn’t taken any false names here, so he did have the option to deal in a case-by-case manner. That thought left a trace smirk on his lips. He rather doubted any of his assigned patients would care for how he acted anyway, but it never hurt to feign consideration.

Not when it was all just an act.

A knock at the door drew his attention away from his thoughts. That would be the first then. Skye Smith. Frosting himself over with a welcoming air and a pleasant smile, he set his glasses neatly in place and called for them to enter.

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Cloud figured that the next line of questioning would start up against him once the words had left his lips. He leaned more into the chair he had been sitting stiffly in, his hands clasping the chair arms comfortably. He looked at the items on the doctor's desk as he considered how to answer.

Getting out of here is priority, he thought. He could not well admit such things, since breaking out was probably going to get him monitored more closely. He needed to keep the low profile that he had been. If he was a 'good' patient, he would be overlooked.

He raised his eyebrows and shrugged in an non-commital fashion. "Getting well, I suppose," he murmured. "My mother told me that I would be released if I was well, so that should be my first priority." It was best to hide his true intentions behind the words that everyone obviously wanted to hear from him.

"Though, if I am here because of a fabrication of a life, how come every other patient has the same affliction? Mental institutes are not supposed to be based on one specific ailment," he commented, raising an eyebrow.

Getting well was a great task for the patients, but not one they were likely to be thinking on. If "Cloud" did think for himself, of course. That was still an iffy subject, and Jizabel could not be sure of what influences "Cloud's" friends had on him. No, there was something else he wasn't mentioning. He'd said as much himself when he'd used the word "should". Yes, getting well should have been his first priority, but him saying so meant that it, in fact, was not his first priority.

What agenda did he have? Or was he simply trying to dance around giving out truthful answers? Either way, Jizabel was fine with playing any game. It was his job to do so.

"Mass psychosis has many explanations, I'm afraid. We simply have to work on a case-by-case basis in order to reverse what damage has resulted from that phenomenon," he answered as if reading from a book. It was true that most mental institutions would cover a variety of different ailments, but there was nothing wrong with a specialized facility such as this either. "Have you been in any institutions prior to this one?" he asked, testing. "Cloud" needed to have a basis for his accusation if he was to continue on this tangent.

It seemed like Dr. Disraeli had just nicely side-stepped actually answering his question fully. That allowed a few alarm bells to go off in his mind as he lifted his eyes back to the doctor's face. Something seemed to be amiss about this place, especially since some of the people he knew had no mental ailments that he knew about. This place was possibly the fabrication, but how did they all get here in the first place?

"Not to my knowledge," he admitted softly. However, he could remember a time when he probably should have been for his and everyone else's safety. There was a flash of guilt in his eyes, but he managed to keep himself from looking away. "However, my experience with institutions dealing with mental abnormalities does not seem to include having only one type of patient for a population of this size," he said, trying to bring things around to the point he was trying to make.

Would Dr. Disraeli ever admit something? Or would things get twisted around to focus on his own mental afflictions?

Jizabel did not think himself avoiding the question at all. He was basing his answer on fact. Mass psychosis did indeed have many causes, but the cause for the one in this particular institute was not something he'd been made aware of just yet. It was still his first day, after all. How should he know?

Eyes hardening again, Jizabel watched "Cloud's" response to his question. No knowledge of one? Then why was there guilt in his eyes? Something he knew he'd done perhaps? Or that his fabricated self had done, at least. Jizabel was more convinced of "Cloud's" intent to avoid his questions now, but that only interested the Doctor.

"And where does your experience come from?" he asked, now curious. If "Cloud" had never actually been in another facility aside from this one, then where was he drawing his information from? Not that it really mattered; Jizabel was only asking on his own interests for now. If "Cloud" wasn't able to present anything worth while, Jizabel would steer the conversation back to a place of his own liking once again.

Dayshift 31 -- Doctor's Office 8 [Dr Disraeli]

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