damned_institute | Day 53: Doctor's Office 8 (Dr. Disraeli) [Fourth Shift]

For the short time he spent in the building, Jizabel could not overlook how the days just seemed to drag whenever he worked. Three day was hardly a complete work week, and an average of ten patients each week nowhere near a difficult amount. Perhaps it was just the atmosphere that caused the slowness, or the lack of interesting patients in the past few sessions. Volume did not garner interest from the doctor, only irritation as today it had left him with a slight headache.

But that wouldn't excuse him from his next session, even if he would have rather passed over this particular one. Yet again he'd come across a woman in his mess of files. Hardly that even, a teenager. A girl. If there was one thing that could disinterest him more than seeing the young men with their pretty faces...

When the knock came at his door, the doctor sighed away his irritation with the day and decided to get things over with. The day would only drag more so if he delayed the last session. He adjusted his spectacles and called for entry.

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"Good afternoon to you Ms. Cassidy," the doctor greeted despite the look the young woman gave him. He'd received glares far more hateful and felt nothing towards those either. Well, all save one. "I hope your day has been pleasant so far."

Seeing her suspicion, the Doctor didn't press for her to have a seat and continued to speak as if the meeting had already begun. "My name is Doctor Jizabel Disraeli, and I will be your therapist for the day. Given that this will be our first session, please feel free to ask or tell me anything you wish."

"Do not call me that. I am Aigis." Aigis felt like her skin was burning, even though deep inside her she felt ice cold. He wanted her to play along and act like this was a normal meeting. She could not do that. Not with a servant of the Head Doctor. She offered no reply about the status of her day, nor did she inquire after his own. He was no friend of hers and he never could be.

It surprised her to hear he was willing to let her ask anything. She felt intrigued and suspicious all at once. "If I'm allowed to ask anything, Doctor," she began, finally letting her eyes gaze about the room for once, taking in the relative tidiness of everything, "then I would like to know, what can be done to procure a meeting with the Head Doctor, Martin Landel?"

She made no secret her disgust for the man. She practically hissed out his name when she said it.

How forward she was. Jizabel had a feeling this session could become more difficult than he'd been imagining, and his headache would not be thrilled with that.

He gave a nod to the name, consenting to it, "Miss Aigis then."

As she remained standing to question, the doctor relaxed back into his chair. If she had no intention of taking the seat then it did little for him to continue leaning forward on his desk. He could observe her better if he was comfortable. "Ah, that is the question, isn't it?" he chuckled some at her request, "I've been trying the same myself since I came. He's rather difficult to pin down."

In fact the good doctor had never once met his superior. That was part of why Jizabel had taken on the position - no hovering superior who might walk in on him at a moment's notice. His letter from the head doctor had informed him of such, and despite the desire to voice a few of his concerns, Jizabel was thankful for the situation.

At least he had agreed to call her by her real name. She relaxed upon hearing it from his lips, but only slightly. It was comforting to know he wouldn't be difficult about that subject, at least.

The shock at hearing even the doctor before her hadn't met with Martin Landel was plain on her face, her jaw dropping and her eyes widening. "What sort of person takes a job from a man he has never met?"

Almost immediately the irony hit the android and she found herself smiling crookedly, unable to stop herself. What did she know about taking jobs as a human? What did she know of asking about whom she was working for? She just did as she was programmed. She was certainly no better.

"I'll take it your are not so familiar with the working world, Miss Aigis," the Doctor continued smiling. For him, taking jobs from people he didn't know was part of the job. It was who you knew, or more who his father knew in most cases. Some jobs you only went along with, some you did on your own and others were not for public knowledge. "But that is fine. While I've some things to voice towards my superior, I find nothing wrong with having yet to meet the man. He is very non-intrusive on my work and that," he motioned towards her, "allows me more time to learn about my patients."

He made it sound so simple, so natural. She couldn't stand it. How could someone with a will of their own just... choose to let someone else dictate their actions? She had no real will, only a programmed projection of will that was determined through tactical memory and sensory information.

She pushed away from the door and stepped forward, but only one step. She still felt on edge. Nothing about this man made her feel welcome, even his smile. Why did he have to have long hair like that? Why the glasses? Too much like him.

"So, then, what is it you expect to learn from a patient such as myself?" She smiled, but it lacked warmth. "I hold no special powers here. I have had my firearms removed. My entire personality has been manufactured. There is nothing to learn that could not be found out from reading documents from the lab." If Landel had the power to steal away her and any number of her friends to this place, surely he had the capabilities of securing the right documents. It would be a waste to just take human hostages if he wanted information. But no one knew what Martin Landel really wanted. That was the real problem.

Day 53: Doctor's Office 8 (Dr. Disraeli) [Fourth Shift]

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