- IC CONTACT POST FOR MASKORMENACE -

[slightlyoffchilt]

"Hello.

You've reached the direct line of Doctor Frederick Chilton. As I am not available at the moment, you might assume I'm quite busy with something pressing. State your name and business, and I will return your call."

Comments

[mantlepieces]

That-- none of this--

[ Reggie's reaction was to bristle, defensive enough that he almost stood up right then. ]

This has nothin' to do with anything. I don't care about any of those people, I just want to relax for once. [ A pause. ] And sleep.

[slightlyoffchilt]

No, Reggie. No, that isn't the face value of what you crave. You want a bandage of solution.

[His voice took a sharper edge, as if cut with granite.]

You want an easy solution, because a thorough examination causes you anxiety. But why would that be, I wonder? What are you afraid of?

[mantlepieces]

What, bandages are supposed to be bad now? Last I checked they're still pretty important. People need them to "heal."

[ For emphasis, Reggie did the air-quotes with his fingers, exhaling heavily. Almost defeated, but not quite. ]

Are you gonna make me answer that before you'll help me?

[slightlyoffchilt]

I'm going to make you attend a session, yes, before I consider writing any prescription up for you. But quite obviously, you are not yet at that point of conversation.

[Better to establish boundaries and structure now, he figured, than allow Reggie to reign an early, teenaged terror.]

Consider yourself dismissed, for right now. Figure out your schedule and get back to me on when you're ready to act like a communicative adult, won't you?

Shut the door on your way out.