[open] Oh Pretty Please

[glasgow_smile]

Well, here we are again: cell I-44, the home of Arkham Asylum's most charming and cooperative (except when he doesn't feel like it) (being much of the time, barring sedatives) patient.

Where else would he be? Certainly not roaming the hallways with a fussy little man slung over his shoulder. No, it has been several weeks since those shenanigans

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[hopeyrhappytoo]

Well, hello there, Mr Crazy Pants. It seems that this time you get the former detective inspector to visit your cage cell and let you out of your jacket. If course, the usual stiffs are there as well. Aren't you lucky? You get the newbie.

"Goooood afternoon, Mister...oh. Yes. Good afternoon, you." Well, it's better than Patient I-44. "Have you been well today?"

[glasgow_smile]

What's this...a voice at the door? An unfamiliar voice at the door? How delightful. The novelty is enough to get him on his feet without much delay. He shuffles to the door in his bare feet, shoulders hunched and eyelids heavy, and peers out through the narrow viewing window.

"'You'? That's a new one." Completely ignoring the questions these people ask is one of his conscious habits; it's probably mentioned in his file. "Hiii, boys. Won't be needing the ol' lemonade jug just now, I'm still empty." He loves you, orderlies. He really does.

[hopeyrhappytoo]

The orderlies really love you too, guy. Really, really. She will ignore your ignoring of her questions in exchange for asking more questions. Perhaps she is hoping that you'll slip up and accidentally answer one. "I'm going to give you three choices in what I call you, you can either choose your own or I'll choose the one that suits me." She does not want any shenanigans, mister.

She consults her paperwork, "Your choices aaaaare Bill, Ivan or Pickles...pickles?" A glance at an orderly, and a shrug. Oh, clearly whoever wrote this paper is full of shenanigans.

[glasgow_smile]

...Huh.
The patient, whatever his name is or shall soon be, leans into the window and looks left and right, past her, past the orderlies, possibly expecting to see a candid camera crew or something. Finding no such thing (presumably), he leans against the door, shoulder first, and gives her an exaggerated look of doubt. "Are you a real doctor?"