Today was just full of surprises, or that was what Jizabel had determined following the Lunch Break. First he'd arrived to hear of a riot amidst a strange military occupation and now he was learning that not only were his afternoon sessions to include a patient who had earned solitary as the result of said riot, but that there would only be that one session. Apparently his only female patient of the day had been released with no one filling the vacancy.

And all that was excluding the fact that the doctor himself had been forced to play things carefully for the day.

Handing over the released patient's file to a nurse, Jizabel rubbed at the indentation on the bridge of his nose and wondered exactly why he had expected an easier environment to work in than this. Alexis had been the one to recommend him here - perhaps not in so many words, but that he knew of the place had been enough of a warning. Part of him had to even wonder if some of this was by his father's doing. That man would enjoy giving him a rough time as some form of punishment.

"I know it's a bit unsettling Doctor," a nurse broke his train of thought, the woman having yet to leave after retrieving the file, "but hopefully it's only for the rest of the day. Please try to bear with it."

"It's fine," the Doctor waved a hand for the woman to leave, "So long as my patients are conscious." And, hopefully, at least partially coherent. Withdrawing his hand, he took up his spectacles and settled them back in place. "Please show Mr. Michaels in as soon as he arrives."

Normally Jizabel was one to brush off any and all nurse gossip fluttering through the hallways, but with so much clear excitement, not to mention the presence of what he could only assume was some organization's military, he left his ears open to what would catch in them. Talks of a patient riot and subsequent tear gassing piqued his curiosity to the point of simply asking one of the twittering women for details. And from what he learned, the morning had certainly been one of a kind. He was almost sad to have missed it really. Mob mentality was a fascinating area of study.

Hopefully his patients had been in the midst of the event and would be willing to speak. Then again, his first was a repeat patient, and one who had not been very fond of therapy. Jizabel had to wonder if he would even be seeing his patient or if the young boy had been dealt with more forcefully. One nurse had blabbed about a majority of the solitary rooms being filled.

As Jizabel wondered over both that and if he'd potentially have to suffer through one of the suited visitors attending his sessions, he fished for Mr. Fairbairn's file in his desk. A quick overveiw could not hurt, though the Doctor would have to remember to ask for more updated files sooner or later. If he was going to have at least a few repeat patients, he really needed to be more aware of improvements or regressions.

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.

[See doctor post, see doctor fail]

The middle of the week. Somewhere in-between making progress and having managed nothing. Days like this made Disraeli wish he had more interesting patients in the beginning of the work week. He'd accomplished little to nothing with the previous day's patients; or so he'd believed before arriving at work that day, telling him, of all things, that both of his patients had been released just following their sessions! While that seemed to give his nurse something to smile about it left the Doctor with more of a dislike for the day. He could not make progress like this. Not if he kept losing patients left and right. Misters Cross and Malloy had already been removed from his roster - his most researched of the lot!

At the very least his first of the day would be a familiar face. Or one of them would be, in any event. Yet another case of double-booking. The doctor would have to see if he could make requests for patients in the future, and for having only one per shift. There was precious little he could manage between the patient jostling and shortened sessions.

Dropping the case files to the desk, he sighed and set his spectacles in place before forgetting. He might attempt something with "Sechs" this time, if for nothing more than to kill the time. The other, he would see...

[this doctor should never try to post so early...]

His session with Mr. Reynolds had been uneventful at best with the following lunch time adding no further surprises. These were the days where he did not enjoy the position of doctor, having to follow such a routine with no moves he could make and no interesting patients he could use. Or else ones he wished would leave his office quickly for their looks.

Unfortunately he had little chance to make up for the slowly deteriorating day as he'd only one patient remaining. New though he was, the patient profile had not given much for the Doctor to be excited over. Except the name. How much coincidence did it take for him to have two "Mr. Reynolds" visiting him in the same day? Perhaps the head doctor had a sense of humor after all.

It felt like ages since he'd been in his office. Such a long weekend did that, as did the lack of a need to familiarize himself with the patients he saw to. They came and went so regularly now that he'd long since given up on building any rapport with them, save for a few. And those few, he learned, had vanished from his roster this week. One sent home, one still there (so his experiment wasn't ruined just yet)... ah, but it looked as though a few had stayed! Not the most entertaining of those lost to him, but he could at least skip the pleasantries with them. One was sure to be yelling once again, so there was something to look forward to.

On habit, the doctor checked his left hand drawer, finding it to amazingly be intact as he'd left it the previous week. So the little thief had learned, had he? Time would tell. Jizabel had a seat at his desk and took to skimming over his first file. One he knew thankfully, though one Jizabel'd rather take some scissors to for his looks.

Time would tell for that one as well.

His first session had been standard. A quiet patient and a well-meaning doctor who had done his best. Nothing of real merit or interest for Jizabel. For every interesting patient there had to be one who wasn't, he supposed, although there was something to be said for Mr. Reynold's appearance at least. He could look into that at a later time. For now though, he was prepared for the last sessions of the work week.

Another round of new patients, it seemed, would be his last. Hopefully one of them would be able to make up for his earlier session, or else manage to at least speak without sounded as though he might be sick right there. Jizabel was in no mood for another barely responsive patient.

The last day of his workweek came much later than anticipated, however Jizabel found no problems with the later date. Honestly it was much more normal to finish out the week on a Friday than their usual Thursday. That left the proper weekend where no one could question as to why they were not working. This "weekend" would be shorter though as Jizabel knew they would be back to their usual schedule come the next Tuesday. He would have to be careful not to extend his research this time around. One too many tardies and his position could end up compromised.

For today though, he was prompt and already well into reading his first patient's file when it came time for sessions to begin. He'd even had enough time to prepare himself prior to the knock on the door, and called almost immediately for the nurse to bring his patient in.

Something about making patients act accordingly was disappointing in the long run. Drugs were just too easily used. He would much rather have his patients follow an act, answering not because they had no option, but because they felt safe. Each specimen needed different treatment, he knew, however deception was far more satisfying.

His next patient was likely not to give him any more pleasure than the first two. With Mr. Malloy he never knew what to expect, but that was part of what created the doctor's interest in him. The other part was how much he resembled Cain. Jizabel could only imagine the results had he provided medicine to him rather than Mr. Cross. How much the boy would have resembled Cain then.

But the fantasies would have to wait for a later time. He could hear the nurse knocking at the door and knew it was time to begin.

There had been no delay this morning for Dr. Disraeli when it came to arriving at work. In fact he had been early, if only to make up for the time he had missed the previous day. Not that many had seemed to care apart from the always gossiping nurses, which was odd. The nurses would say what they would, regardless of Jizabel's actions, however he'd had no reprimand from the head doctor for his tardiness. He had expected a warning at the very least, but he could guess that Landel was a busy man. He probably didn't have the time to bother with giving his doctors slaps on the wrist. A good thing to know.

He had just finished with reviewing his files, following a check of his once again replaced desk drawer, when the usual knock came at the door a bit earlier than usual. There seemed to be no end to the oddities this morning. When a nurse entered without a patient, Jizabel could only wonder what was so important that she needed to bother him when he was preparing. As a doctor though, he was understanding of the interruption and welcomed her without question. Apparently there was a problem with one of his first patients, an injury it seemed. Dr. Disreli could not see how he would need a warning with the state he'd seen some patients in, however the nurse was able to provide a decent enough reason for telling him. More than decent, he decided, once he saw the jar she held and the color of it's contents.

"I'll be sure to take care of things," he assured the woman, accepting both the jar and the documentation brought with it. The reasons she had for providing him such a thing must have been different from what Jizabel would likely do, however he would not be passing up an opportunity like this, or a specimen so well preserved. "If you'll give me a moment before allowing my first patient in...?" he then requested, with the nurse quickly agreeing that she would before leaving him.

The nurse gone, Jizabel found himself in a far better mood. Now wouldn't this be interesting?

Coming in a shift late following a rather surprising day off had not been Jizabel's intention, however he'd somehow managed it nonetheless. And worse was the frazzled look he had once he finally did arrive. Nothing save for the fact that he had managed to grab his coat on the way to work appeared professional about him, and he was quick to disappear into his office to straighten out the mess. A nurse or two was sure to have seen him, but they were hardly a threat to his position, and although he hated the thought of it, he knew how easily it would be to simply say that he'd had a rough night should anyone ask.

It was true enough in any event, but Jizabel would have to be more careful about letting any errands affect his image here.

His hair pulled back and spectacles set as they should be, Jizabel finally glanced the patient files he'd had no time to look at stacked on his desk. Three of them, by the looks of it. Of course. He couldn't expect that time had stopped in the Institute for his tardiness, so it only made sense that they would expect him to see to all three of his daily patients in the short amount of time before night fell.

Spreading the files, he found two, at least, to be ones he'd had before and filed those away into his desk to keep the unfamiliar patient file handy. If he was lucky, he'd have just enough time to glance it over before that particular patient graced his office.

Lunch had passed quicker than Jizabel would have liked, and he found himself back in his office once more, awaiting his own patient first and the addition to his schedule second. After the two morning sessions, Jizabel was hoping he would have some more interesting patients this time. The "vampire" had turned out to be only a spoiled brat, and a truth-teller... well, there was hardly any way to work with that kind of specimen outside of just being Dr. Disraeli. Nothing to drag out of the patient's mouth left things far too dull.

Now with the lawyer Jizabel had found added to his list for the day, things should easily be more interesting. And there was always Sean's dear roommate to get to know. Hopefully he wouldn't be too sore over the incident he had caused yesterday.

[this Doctor's mun is sick, but she guarantees backthreads because of it!]

Jizabel had known himself to be double-booked for his first shift before even arriving, but it was not until getting to the Institute that he discovered he would have double-duty twice. Another of Dr. Stegman's patients had squeezed his way onto Jizabel's list, the doctor having again needed to take some leave. Had the patient been another woman, Jizabel might have been more put off by the re-occurrence, but it would be a man this time. How delightful.

After thanking the nurse for alerting him ahead of time, Dr. Disraeli fetched the file for Mr. Appleby himself, just to look over in his spare time. He'd already gone over the files for his remaining three patients of the week and was looking forward to some in particular. It was not every day he could converse with someone who believed himself a vampire, especially considering Jizabel had not been dabbling in hypnosis recently. And then there was the young Mr. Maxwell. If Sean hadn't been so concerned yesterday, Jizabel might not have paid much mind to the boy, but there was too much to learn now.

But first things first. The "vampire" and Mr. Larue would be in soon and Dr. Disraeli should be properly prepared to deal with each in turn without distractions. And so he would be. When a knock came at his door, Jizabel set his spectacles carefully and called for entry.

Lunch had come and gone quickly enough, but Jizabel had hardly paid any attention to his own food. His mind was too concerned with just how he would handle the patient he'd been so anticipating today. Just what should he do with the young man this time? He likely had no more credibility thanks to the necessary drugging from last time, at least in the boy's eyes, but Jizabel was hardly one to drop his act given just that. And besides, Sean couldn't possibly remember anything relating Jizabel with something other than a "concerned doctor".

Not unless he'd been drugged in such a way before, that was.

Jizabel had just decided on how to play his hand when the nurse rapped at the door. Since this was a patient he actually held interest in, Jizabel could only do as before and honor the boy with a greeting at the door. The nurses could gossip all they wanted if they noticed the difference between this patient's greeting and others, but Jizabel cared little for them.

"Good day, Sean. I do hope you're feeling better than last time?" Dr. Disraeli smiled down at the boy as though nothing too suspicious had happened at all last session.

Jizabel was hardly looking forward to his first sessions this morning. The fact that he again would be seeing two in such a short time was difficult enough as it left less time with each, and what was more was that he had yet another woman listed. At the very least this one was coming with some warning to him, but Jizabel did not have to be accepting of the idea of counseling one. Ms. Walker had been a terrible trial of endurance with how she'd hung over the subject of her Captain.

But those were hardly reasons for a therapist to complain over, and Dr. Disraeli only smiled as a nurse presented him with the information he would need that morning.

What really bothered Jizabel was that he would be delayed in a far more interesting session due to the two new names on his list. Today was, after all, the first and only of his sessions where he had met with the patient the previous week. How fitting for it to be Sean that remained, the only one who had been able to maintain Jizabel's attention throughout the entirety of that introduction. The boy was just so similar, yet so lacking... Jizabel would have been dismayed to have lost the chance to speak with him once more.

Unfortunately, he would be forced to endure through the others before getting what he wanted. The nurse was already rapping on the door with his first patient. The doctor focused his attention both towards and away from his goal before calling for entry.

Lunch had been pleasant enough, although Jizabel had learned of some absences in the staff this time as well. Both patients and staff were hard to keep on here, it seemed. But really, Jizabel wasn't one to talk. He'd be back in Delilah the moment they called for him, and then he too would be missing from the facility. That was just how things went.

He had a seat at his desk and took another moment to flip through his next patient's file in preparation. Someone who thought they were metal - a "robot" according to the explanation in the file - would no doubt be less inclined to cooperate in comparison with his last. Or anyone else for that matter. Mr. Cross had seemed to be the odd exception amoungst the patient populace, someone who actually wanted help, or at the very least wanted to please those around him by saying that he did. That mindset may have not been so strange then, but the compliance was the rarity, and Jizabel knew that was the best he would get this day.

When the nurse rapped on the door, Dr. Disraeli spared himself from answering in person and only called for entry from behind his desk.

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."

And now for the last.

Having had more problems than expected from his first patient of the day, Jizabel was unfortunately not expecting anything better from Mr. Peter Cullen. Things had been going far too well with his Tuesday and Wednesday patients, so it stood that the third day would naturally prove more difficult that the rest. Wasn't the third time the charm, or some such rubbish like that?

A few items had been removed from his coat and placed on his desk for consideration as he waited for Mr. Cullen's arrival. The thought that he'd yet to be attacked by any patient was never far from mind, so it would not hurt to be a little more than careful with the last. There hadn't once been a time when even Jizabel had managed a perfect record for controlling his victims, and those had been specimens he'd hand-selected. It had been a miracle he'd not earned the anger of anyone during their first meetings. That was sure to change either here or once the next week came.

The items were placed back in position with minor adjustments just prior to the rapping at his door. Dr. Disraeli settled a bit into his chair before calling that they may enter.

[Unexpectedly waiting for a date with MuRaki]

One down and one more to go before the long weekend hit. Jizabel thought it would be best if Dr. Disraeli left the confines of his office to be social once again. He couldn't very well learn anything of his fellow peers if he stayed in his office all the time, and besides that his last venture to the Patio had proven an entertaining experience. Perhaps Professor Washu would like to dance across her tabletop this time. Or at the very least she could shout at the sky once more for effect.

No one greeted him as he exited into the open air proving him as the first to arrive. He could very well be the last to leave as well should no one else show up. They were free to go and come as they pleased between sessions, and the remaining doctors could just as well take their lunch break indoors. Jizabel, however, preferred the clean feel of the open air to the stuffy room that was his office. He preferred it to any interior of a building crafted by man, seeing the sky without anything to obstruct the view. Just as nature had intended.

Someone was just being naughty now.

Another break in, this one far more obvious, greeted him as he entered his office. It did not seem as though anything had been stolen however, merely left sitting out on his desktop for all the world to see. Hardly a place for his precious research to be. "Really now," Jizabel shook his head as he walked over and returned the glass jars to their proper place. At least neither had been damaged or he'd have been in need of a replacement pair. Had this been as a warning? The execution of it had been terrible if that was the case. Creative, but nothing that would rattle him. In any event he had no time to worry over it now. A little extra work had gone into his newest toxin and had caused him a bit of a delay in getting to the facility this morning; his first patient would be arriving shortly. After slipping the vile in with the jars, Jizabel closed the drawer and locked it tight. He then took a seat and fished out his files for today.

With Thursday came the last of his patients. Finally. It was about time Jizabel knew more than what he'd by now thoroughly read over on paper concerning these last two. After all, he couldn't make a decision for his favorite until he'd met all listed. Currently though, he still held a particular fondness for his youngest.

But that was also something he'd have to think on at a later time. For now his focus needed to be with another teenager, a one Terry Conason. Older than the boy he'd been thinking on just then but far closer to the age of whom Jizabel usually dealt with. Perhaps he would be entertaining. Perhaps not. The doctor could only hope for the best. There had been mention of parental issues pertaining to the father in his file, after all. Always a great topic of discussion, family.

And there they were now. He returned the files and after once again finding no reason to answer the door personally, Dr. Disraeli called for entrance.