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wildestlands2022-03-29 01:37 am
wildestmods) wrote in wildestlands2022-03-29 01:37 am
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The Doctor Is In
Oh thank God, somebody's finally here. I've been stuck alone with those three absolute idiot magic robots for...a month? Longer? I don't even know, I lost track.
[It's not that he needs human contact. He'd been homeless for quite a while. But having his only contact be three really dumb magical robots has been driving him nuts.]
[The man that's talking to them looks to be in his forties. He's sitting at an old-fashioned desk, with his feet kicked up on it and his arms crossed. On the desk is a golden helmet, that looks like it's meant to only cover half the face.]
My name's Kent Nelson. I'm a psychiatrist. The Green ever so graciously brought me here, told me you all were coming and blah blah I was Chosen, yada yada there's a magical quest to save existence, and magically locked me in the stupid castle. I can't leave, there's a forcefield at the door that seems to be for me alone.
I'm supposed to make myself available for any of your psychiatric needs while you skip your way to Oz and since I can't even leave the damn castle, I guess that's my only option for having something to do.
[The irate expression fades a little.]
I'm trying to do good anyway, to make up for a lot of mistakes, and I am a damn good psychiatrist when I'm trying, and I intend to try. If they're forcing you all into walking to Mount Doom or what have you, it's probably not going to be easy on any of you. And given they've chosen me of all people to be your psychiatrist, I wouldn't be shocked if they picked people that were either already prone to self-destructive behaviors or pre-traumatized.
As for my credentials, I went to medical school at Ivy University, and did my residency at Johns Hopkins. Not Ivy League, but at least pretty top tier, if all that means nothing to you. I currently can't offer medical management because we're severely lacking in pharmaceuticals but I can at least offer talk therapy. I specialize in dialectal therapy and cognitive behavioral therapy, with a mindfulness centered approach.
My office is located off to the right of the entrance to the kitchen. If you're worried about privacy, looks like I have some magical devices that can block sound so people outside can't hear anything said.
Oh, and to be up front about it, I do have the family ability to view people's memories. It requires eye contact. I will only use this with consent, if someone wants to directly show me a past event happened to them.
I've also seen or experienced seven shades of magical bullshit, as well as a bunch of superhero nonsense, so if you have extremely fantastical or whimsical issues, they probably won't phase me. Hell, one of my clients back home is a demon. Which is why it'd be great if you could all wrap this up as quickly as possible. I do have clients back home that I don't want to see backslide.
[He holds up the helmet.]
Normally this helmet turns me into a superhero, Doctor Fate, and lets me tap into magic. Right now, in this castle, it's about as useless as an empty tin can.
[He doesn't care about having a secret identity. He doesn't have enough of a life to ruin by not having one and his enemies tend to be magical and therefore able to figure out who his ex-wife and daughter are anyway.]
Speaking of which, if anyone thinks they can fix it, let me know. I'd be a lot more useful to you if its magic worked. If someone can jumpstart it I might be able to use its magic to leave, and do a little bibbity bobbity boo on missions with you.
That's about all I had to say. I just wanted to let everyone know I was here if they need me. I didn't choose to be here, but I am, so might as well help where I can. And wanted to see if anyone could help me with the helmet.
Feel free to ask me any questions, including "what is psychiatry?" if you don't have it back home.
[It's not that he needs human contact. He'd been homeless for quite a while. But having his only contact be three really dumb magical robots has been driving him nuts.]
[The man that's talking to them looks to be in his forties. He's sitting at an old-fashioned desk, with his feet kicked up on it and his arms crossed. On the desk is a golden helmet, that looks like it's meant to only cover half the face.]
My name's Kent Nelson. I'm a psychiatrist. The Green ever so graciously brought me here, told me you all were coming and blah blah I was Chosen, yada yada there's a magical quest to save existence, and magically locked me in the stupid castle. I can't leave, there's a forcefield at the door that seems to be for me alone.
I'm supposed to make myself available for any of your psychiatric needs while you skip your way to Oz and since I can't even leave the damn castle, I guess that's my only option for having something to do.
[The irate expression fades a little.]
I'm trying to do good anyway, to make up for a lot of mistakes, and I am a damn good psychiatrist when I'm trying, and I intend to try. If they're forcing you all into walking to Mount Doom or what have you, it's probably not going to be easy on any of you. And given they've chosen me of all people to be your psychiatrist, I wouldn't be shocked if they picked people that were either already prone to self-destructive behaviors or pre-traumatized.
As for my credentials, I went to medical school at Ivy University, and did my residency at Johns Hopkins. Not Ivy League, but at least pretty top tier, if all that means nothing to you. I currently can't offer medical management because we're severely lacking in pharmaceuticals but I can at least offer talk therapy. I specialize in dialectal therapy and cognitive behavioral therapy, with a mindfulness centered approach.
My office is located off to the right of the entrance to the kitchen. If you're worried about privacy, looks like I have some magical devices that can block sound so people outside can't hear anything said.
Oh, and to be up front about it, I do have the family ability to view people's memories. It requires eye contact. I will only use this with consent, if someone wants to directly show me a past event happened to them.
I've also seen or experienced seven shades of magical bullshit, as well as a bunch of superhero nonsense, so if you have extremely fantastical or whimsical issues, they probably won't phase me. Hell, one of my clients back home is a demon. Which is why it'd be great if you could all wrap this up as quickly as possible. I do have clients back home that I don't want to see backslide.
[He holds up the helmet.]
Normally this helmet turns me into a superhero, Doctor Fate, and lets me tap into magic. Right now, in this castle, it's about as useless as an empty tin can.
[He doesn't care about having a secret identity. He doesn't have enough of a life to ruin by not having one and his enemies tend to be magical and therefore able to figure out who his ex-wife and daughter are anyway.]
Speaking of which, if anyone thinks they can fix it, let me know. I'd be a lot more useful to you if its magic worked. If someone can jumpstart it I might be able to use its magic to leave, and do a little bibbity bobbity boo on missions with you.
That's about all I had to say. I just wanted to let everyone know I was here if they need me. I didn't choose to be here, but I am, so might as well help where I can. And wanted to see if anyone could help me with the helmet.
Feel free to ask me any questions, including "what is psychiatry?" if you don't have it back home.