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maskormenacelogs2014-05-19 10:29 pm
sofentheblow) wrote in maskormenacelogs2014-05-19 10:29 pm
ain't gonna play nice
WHO: DOCTORS KARLA SOFEN and FREDERICK CHILTON
WHERE: karla's office
WHEN: may 20!
WHAT: chilton fulfilling his mandatory therapy, officially
WARNINGS: discussions of mental health. if there's no unethical practice in here we're doing our job wrong. violence?? fingers crossed
[ Karla's office wasn't really decorated until last week. Not aside from the stiff, white leather couch she'd found and brought in, mostly as a joke with herself (the extent of the joke being seating arrangement in a therapist's office that does the opposite of set patients at ease).
She'd never pretended to herself that genuine interest in helping people process their issues had been a factor in her selection of vocation, after all. Family counseling (said to herself, in her mind, accompanied by a silent groan -- family counseling) in Heropa's no exception.
Last week, though, was when she'd gotten the word about the new patient she'd be taking on. Several bristly prior interactions with Doctor Frederick Chilton left her fairly certain there'd be scrutiny, on the wrong side of the notepad, over her failure to fill in the space aside from the provided furnishings.
A side effect of spending most of her adult life moving from place to assigned place, many of them glorified (and not so glorified) imprisonments: Karla's never really developed the art of making a space her own. So she'd taken the initial impulse, that joke of an unwelcoming couch, and run with it. Her office is now decked out nearly entirely in white, the accents in chrome and black. The effect is a little unsettling. It's not unintentional.
She sits back now, across from her 11:00 appointment, more than a little smarm behind her relaxed smile. ]
Frederick. Tell me about why you're here.
[ She has the vague summary their superiors gave her with his file, of course, so she knows approximately about the event that got him sent here. But he likely doesn't know for certain that she's aware he's here on orders. The prompt, posed as if he were here of his own volition.
A feeler, really, to see if he’ll play along with the pretense that he is. ]
WHERE: karla's office
WHEN: may 20!
WHAT: chilton fulfilling his mandatory therapy, officially
WARNINGS: discussions of mental health. if there's no unethical practice in here we're doing our job wrong. violence?? fingers crossed
[ Karla's office wasn't really decorated until last week. Not aside from the stiff, white leather couch she'd found and brought in, mostly as a joke with herself (the extent of the joke being seating arrangement in a therapist's office that does the opposite of set patients at ease).
She'd never pretended to herself that genuine interest in helping people process their issues had been a factor in her selection of vocation, after all. Family counseling (said to herself, in her mind, accompanied by a silent groan -- family counseling) in Heropa's no exception.
Last week, though, was when she'd gotten the word about the new patient she'd be taking on. Several bristly prior interactions with Doctor Frederick Chilton left her fairly certain there'd be scrutiny, on the wrong side of the notepad, over her failure to fill in the space aside from the provided furnishings.
A side effect of spending most of her adult life moving from place to assigned place, many of them glorified (and not so glorified) imprisonments: Karla's never really developed the art of making a space her own. So she'd taken the initial impulse, that joke of an unwelcoming couch, and run with it. Her office is now decked out nearly entirely in white, the accents in chrome and black. The effect is a little unsettling. It's not unintentional.
She sits back now, across from her 11:00 appointment, more than a little smarm behind her relaxed smile. ]
Frederick. Tell me about why you're here.
[ She has the vague summary their superiors gave her with his file, of course, so she knows approximately about the event that got him sent here. But he likely doesn't know for certain that she's aware he's here on orders. The prompt, posed as if he were here of his own volition.
A feeler, really, to see if he’ll play along with the pretense that he is. ]