slightlyoffchilt | - IC CONTACT POST FOR MASKORMENACE -

Thursday would work perfectly. I still have the file from my arrival—I'll bring it for whatever use it might be. Thank you very much, Doctor.

I do like dick the best. Trouble is, it's only my dick I like. I find male form the most attractive, but only mine. In fact, if I could be me-sexual, that is a thing I would be. If you wanna come to this bar you're welcome to it. They'd accept you as one of their own straight away. It's the camp queen sass. We just gotta establish straight away that we're not together ok?

You might be the most narcissistic person I have ever met, and I once enforced the treatment of serial killers. Good thing yours isn't malignant.

And, rude.

You say that like loving yourself is a bad thing. If everyone was like me, body image would be a thing of the past. [No it wouldn't. Jeff still strives for perfection, constantly desperate for people to like him.]

It was a compliment.

make me promise I won't destroy the fabric of reality to try and get back to my boyfriend and a mom who talks to me.

You exist in a constant state of denial.

See you Saturday, Doc.

["Consider yourself in control," haha, he likes this guy! A little, not too much. That'd cut too much into his self-love, and he can't have that.]

I know a great place that does karaoke Friday nights right here in Heropa. Starts at 8 o' clock. How's the 11th sound, mi amigo?

💎 💎 We never go out of style 💎 💎

Do you consider me your sass content friend? Is that our relation? Quippy and lighthearted?

Thursday it is. Until then, Tobias.

[And when that evening rolled around, Chilton was ready. His Greco-Roman influenced office touted black, gold, and pretty accents of light blue; his sedan sported that lighter color, while the gilded frames and deep mahogany of his desk offset the airy color.

He waited patiently, in suit and tie as per usual. His focus was on his opened files -- various patients, all scheduled and all fascinating.]

Karaoke. Ideally something more quiet and intimate. I am planning to examine, after all. Psychologically.

The 11th works well.

[The sun had dipped away before 8PM, giving Tobias ample time to safely leave Maurtia Falls for Heropa. It's his luck that things seem rather slow than hectic at the hospital, and so he makes his way to Doctor Chilton's office without incident. Once he's at the door, however, he finds himself hesitant and nervous.

He doesn't know much about what sorts of treatments are available. In fact, his idea of psychiatric treatment is outdated, but the concept of stigma that comes along with it is not. For a moment or so, he simply stands here, some part of him contemplating turning and running. But then he reminds himself that he'd wanted this, and that he is sick and tired of the 'what ifs' in his life. So after swallowing his apprehension, he lifts his hand to the door and knocks twice.]

[Oh my god, Billy.]

You should. Promise me that. Right now. Because you have people in this universe who care for you.

What happened?

[The potential future of reality rests in your hands, Chilton, god help us all]

Teddy is gone. My mom hasn't acknowledged I'm here since she found out she is my mom.

Kate is gone. I have Loki, I guess. But mostly.

I woke up and Teddy is gone. And I really just want to. Go into the multiverse and find him.

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Teddy is gone. He has returned back to your world, then, and you know what his life will become. It isn't a terrible life.

You are here in the meanwhile, yes. But he could return, Billy. Any of them could return. As long as they have something to return to.

[At which Chilton took a deep breath, placed his legal pad face down on the desk, and leveled a simmering glare at the man across from him.]

Did he approach you, as a doctor? Or did you approach him, as a patient?

[Edgeworth blinks, and furrows his brow at Chilton. Of all the reactions he expected, anger wasn't one of them.]

I approached him. [He speaks calmly, keeping his voice even and level] My superiors noticed that I was a little... on edge, and they suggested that I speak to someone.

I did not see Crane's medical file on you in here.

[Chilton stabbed at the stack of what had been delivered, his brow furrowing.]

Was such information destroyed? Or were you seeing him off the books?

[Crane could have fabricated something, to please Edgeworth's superiors. It wasn't difficult, as Chilton knew very well.]

[Edgeworth's eyes narrow immediately, and he glares openly at Chilton, fuming at his allegation]

Crane's medical file isn't here because I didn't know how to request information from a madman who's on the run from the authorities.

Crane had a supposedly legitimate practice. And given how he had a handful of patients -- not as many as I've had, of course -- he had to have a regulated system in place, one that would have needed to pass inspection in order to get licensed.

[Cue the skeptical eyebrow raise.]

You have legal experience, unless I'm mistaken, and you didn't think to get a warrant for Crane's patient records? Were you too busy fighting the trauma he had inflicted, or do you have something additional to obscure?

Come in, Tobias.

[Because who else could it have been? Chilton had left the door unlocked, and he did not rise from his well-worn black leather chair to accommodate the invitation. Toby was a big boy -- he surely had to be, if he ran in step with Dorian Gray.]

Please, Mr. Matthews. Take a seat.

[The dilemma that every patient of Chilton's face: the hard wooden chair, or the light blue sedan. The former represented defiance, the latter submission -- or so according to Chilton. It helped him gauge the wisps of battle within any fresh patient.]

I hope you find yourself well.

[He purses his lips together and seethes silently, still not taking his eyes off of Chilton]

Crane's practice was located in a different state than where I'm licensed to practice law. Second, I have not been officially allowed onto the investigation into Crane's crimes, for obvious reasons. Thirdly, he was using his patients as guinea pigs, so it stands to reason that the records were destroyed or hidden away before he unleashed his "research" on the university. So no, I did not think to step into the bureaucratic nightmare that would be required to get a warrant.

First: so you would rather suffer, and have others suffer, than cede control to someone who could practice law in that state? Second: refer to the first point. Third: first you accuse Crane of being a madman, and implicitly too incoherent to maintain records, and now you accuse him of reason? A thorough attempt would have at least tried to get at those records.

[Chilton sneered at Edgeworth, looking up up and down.]

The lives, and sanity, of other people are at stake too, Mr. Edgeworth. This is not just about you. If you're not willing to engage a bureaucratic nightmare for them at least, if they are not worth the effort to you, then just admit as much and we may move on.

Edited 2015-09-11 05:47 (UTC)

You make it sound so appetizing.

[Dry, almost deadened humor. Will isn't alone in his dread, the loose leave trepidation swirling now between them. It was somewhat surreal, and Chilton assumed that they both could appreciate that. Shooting lessons, under the kindly guidance of Will Graham. Chilton would rarely subject himself to anyone else's authority, but there were always exceptions to the rule; and when the rule was bend towards the psychiatrist's self preservation, that exception seemed less exceptional.

Red pain job, tan leather interior. Of course it was a nice car -- not his Jaguar from Baltimore, no, and it was leased. Chilton had some patience, at least.]

You are looking well.

[It seemed like an appropriate thing to say, as Chilton shifted uneasily.]

I hope you don't mind playing navigator. This will be your terrain, after all.

[What was Will's style? Lecturer? Disciplinarian? Mentor? Fascinating analysis to unfold, no doubt.]

Alright, I know a place that has those little booths with curtains that you can close, but it usually involves being the generous patron of a flexible and talented lass or lad. ;) ;)

Kidding, of course. [insert classy lounge music-y bar here] has a nice set up. Does that meet your standards, Doctor?

💎 💎 We never go out of style 💎 💎

[He hears Chilton answer and tries the door to find it unlocked. The moment he steps inside, his gaze goes to the other man's face for a quick study before he studies the rest of his surroundings... and quickly discovers his dilemma. His gaze goes back and forth between the two, uncertain for what feels like a split second but may have been longer. After making up his mind, he holds up a folder that is undoubtedly the one from his arrival, if not a duplicate copy, in offering to the doctor.]

Could be better, I guess.

[His reply had come faster than he could think, testament to how worn he's become since arriving in this world. He then moves to the sedan, his movement seeming cautious and deliberate despite traces of resignation and defeat in his body language.]

I, um. How does this work, exactly? I've never been... [To a psychiatrist? To anything like this? He soon lets the sentence trail off, unsure of how to finish whilst settling into relative comfort.]

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