slightlyoffchilt | - IC CONTACT POST FOR MASKORMENACE -

Oh, Kate, how did it come to this? Have you simply adapted to living with the hypocrisy? You've managed to lie even to yourself; you contradict your very logic in this polar spectrum fabrication you insist upon. You know nothing about me, much less my "world perspective" -- can you recollect anything about me, outside my name? Any personal preference? Anything? Do you know where I was born? Touting your inaccuracies demeans what you preen yourself to be, and here I am to witness it. Here you are, insisting upon my prickly attitude, then blaming me for enacting -- goodness -- a prickly attitude.

Why couldn't you get over yourself for that singular moment? Look, you even misunderstand this, right now. The context of all that I've explained, citing your treatment of me, the true tone of your intent was clarified within a moment. The moment, when you betrayed me, which you've apologized for. Your undesirable behavior would be otherwise forgivable, something that could be attributed to personality quirks, except for the fact that you failed me when I needed you most.

And here you go -- implying that you're absolved of indiscreet cruelties because of some latent concern. Your mention of Lucifer, which was a case of Chicken Little if there ever was one. You make the mistake to assume I haven't had a pristine record with handling my highly dangerous patients here and back home, with one infamous exception. [Gideon was always exceptional.] No, Kate, the worst of people, the most insidious acts, usually come from hypocrites suckling on their rancid ideology. At least the criminally insane are capable of accepting themselves for what they truly are. You were communicating with outside individuals before that even came up within dinner conversation, you were uncaring before my practice was even invoked. And even now, you are quite obviously much more interested in my practice than dealing with the damage you have inflicted. I have little doubt that you'll expose this very conversation to outside parties, without my consent, because consent means to little to you unless it is that of your own. Did I consent to your interrogation at that crucial moment? Do I consent to converse with you in person? Feel free to prove me wrong about that, and leave me be.

You won't soak in a word of what I'm saying to you. It takes two individuals to create a negative situation, Kate, and your sizable ego won't allow you to reconcile your minds with the facts. And you damn well have already misunderstood the facts at hand -- "shape" Gideon twice? When? In the City, when he was not my patient whatsoever? In Heropa? When he had come to me for help -- a ruse that is excruciatingly obvious in retrospect. Well. Obvious to most people. I'm surprised your investigation hasn't yielded such obvious facts already.

The only thing you'll discover is that you have lost the trust of a man. [Which is true, in Heropa business. Baltimore poses a different story, and a nastier, blonder antagonist.] It's something that you appear to have hardly valued anyway.

There's no reason for you to seek my attention, unless it's something you were hired or persuaded to do. And when you're willing to admit you didn't come here on your own accord, as I have already accused you of multiple times now, I would be happy to continue our clearly fruitful conversation.

Until then.

[And he hangs up! How would that work in text, you ask? TEMPORARILY BLOCKS HER NUMBER. The drama! The intrigue!]

Edited 2014-06-25 00:58 (UTC)

[The callback is quick! Maybe not Tommy-quick, but it's only a few minutes.]

Hello, Tommy Shepherd? This is Doctor Chilton. [A beat.] The shrink. I presume it's safe to anticipate that you're looking for psychiatric aid?

I would prefer privacy.

I'm looking for... wait, you can't tell anyone about this, right? Confidentiality?

My office, then. The only place where I can guarantee it. Why don't you pop by now?

Sure. I can do that. What's the address?

[Chilton calculated the age of his fresh new patient, considering that perhaps afternoons would suit better. School was important, and what not.]

Thursday, around four o'clock in the afternoon? If that suits you quite well, consider it done.

Doctor-patient confidentiality in full terms initiates when you're officially my patients -- but yes, we can consider the agreement retroactive, to include this conversation.

I've moved offices, but it's still in the same building complex downtown -- 200 Ulysses Avenue. Suite number 106.

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First off, Dr. C: I don't like doctors, and I don't trust doctors. It's not personal.

[ there's an unspoken yet at the end. ]

I'll give you the benefit of the doubt because... I've never tried this before. It might help, I don't know.

I have indeed handled patients who aren't particularly swayed by the abstract of doctors before, I assure you I won't take offense. [Granted, the quality of patient he spoke about was something more much criminally insane, but details.] Why don't we discuss your goals, right now? So I'll know where to begin, whenever you'd like to schedule the official appointment.

Goals? Give me an example, first.

[ he hadn't thought that far ahead. ]

As you're contacting me against your usual habit, that implies that someone requires you to talk with a psychiatrist. [A common situation for imPorts, as it turns out.] If the third party is our governmental hosts, they have a tendency to be overly concerned with how imPorts process trauma. Traumatic events might not be limited to world hopping, depending on where you're from -- but would there be anything you'd like to overcome, anything in your personal life?

[Her attempted return text was actually short. It was "this is why I didn't want to talk to you via text." But when it fails to send, she rolls her eyes, and chooses to take a different action.]

[If she thought this was dramatic, any in person confrontation would have been a hundred times worse! COUNT YOUR BLESSINGS, KATE.]

Trauma, huh? Hell, where do I start? I had a troubled childhood, but man, it's just going to bore you. Stuff only gets interesting around the juvie years.

[ he pauses and thinks over that again. ]

You know, Dr. C, I went straight from being a teenage delinquent to being a teenage superhero. How's that for a good place to start?

[Wow, thinks Chilton. He'll hand it to Tommy -- the directness is impressive.]

Quite the dramatic shift. [A beat.] What was your catalyst? What made you decide that heroics were a good use of your time?

Oh, it was a whole bunch of things. Mini-catalysts. A cute girl was on the team, too.

[ he's not going to get into the more important details just yet. ]

Would you think it was fair to consider your decisions mostly reactive? Or -- at the very least, impulsive?

[PLENTY of time for details.]

Reactive to not wanting to get locked up again, sure. Do I sound like the kind of guy who thinks long and hard about his decisions?

I can't say that's the first analysis that comes to mind, no. [Another beat follows.] But you have a good sense of opportunity. Not every young individual could pull themselves out of juvenile detention like you did.

I can't take all the credit. They - the team - helped break me out, and I took care of the rest.

So your introduction into heroism was born from a necessity? [Peer pressure, even?] And perhaps it suited your palette?

Yeah, you're getting it. I'm good at being a hero, too, so I know I made the right choice.

I'll be there shortly.

((here feel free to switch to brackets if you want))

Edited 2014-06-25 13:37 (UTC)

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