THERAPY IS IN ORDER [OPEN ]

[carriero_npc]

WHO: Linda and YOU
WHAT: Linda is set up and started to perform orientation sessions for the "therapy" that the patients are here for.
WHERE: Locked northern reading room in the library.
WHEN: 16th to 20th of June
WARNING(S): TBA, depends on the patients - as usual, please put a warning in the subject line if it gets higher.

Comments

[rea_norton]

When Andrea wakes up, she looks around herself in fear and bewilderment. She's completely confused as to what has happened and more than alarmed to see some sort of blue fairy in front of her.
"Oh god, I really am crazy." She scowls. "Where am I? Let me go, right now."

[carriero_npc]

"Yes, you are, but we're here to fix that for you." Of course she does not mean the fact that Andrea is seeing blue fairies - that would be a bit strange. And she means the fixing. They are here to help, after all.

[rea_norton]

She shouts her reply, anger and fear in her eyes. "I AM NOT CRAZY! How dare you call me crazy. You're not even real. Oh lord, I'm talking to a hallucination." She goes to the doorway, tries the handle, but of course it doesn't budge. "Who locked me in? Let me out!"

[carriero_npc]

"We wanted to talk, and in anticipation of your reaction, we made it so you would have to stay here until you calmed down and allowed a talk to commence."

The fairy is now sitting on Andrea's head - seemingly without crossing the distance between here and where she was before.

"Please sit down and breathe deeply. Would you like a cup of tea?"

[rea_norton]

Andrea screams, batting the fairy away. "Oh my god. You're real! How... Fairies aren't real. I want to talk to whoever's in charge of this god damn place. I want to talk to them right now."

[carriero_npc]

"I think you want to talk to me." She's still hovering where she was when Andrea batted at her, having vanished from there only long enough to dodge the hand.

[rea_norton]

"GET OFF MY HEAD. YOU'RE NOT REAL. I WANT TO TALK TO THIS STUPID LINDA PERSON EVERYONE KEEPS GOING ON ABOUT!" She might be yelling a little bit.

[carriero_npc]

"You're talking to me." Her hands are suddenly very substantial as she pulls at the girl's hair to make her snap out of it.

[rea_norton]

Ow! [she tugs at the fairy's hands, trying to release her hair]
You're Linda? [she's incredulous] The place is run by a fairy? In fact, I don't even care. I want to go home.

[carriero_npc]

"The place is run by doctors who consider it safer to use a projection for the first few encounters of a new patient with the staff - exactly for reaction like the one that you are displaying right now."

She lets go of the girl's hair and rises upwards.

[rea_norton]

I want to go home right now. Got it?

[carriero_npc]

"I'm afraid that we cannot do that before we have successfully finished your therapy. It would be counterproductive to let you go in the middle of it, yes?"

[rea_norton]

"Therapy?" She's incredulous. "You call being dumped on a farm, attacked first by a monster, and then by a group of men THERAPY? You're more screwed up than me. And I've heard what you've done to the others. Given them gills and starved them... You're not trying to fix us. You're torturing us for your own sick amusement. Well, I'm not playing any more." She sits, arms crossed and face mutinous. "Nobody tells me what to do."

[carriero_npc]

"Ah, that should be no problem. We have all the time in the world."

And with this she vanishes. For now, at least. Andrea will find food and drink on one of the tables (if she doesn't go to look for it, she will be alerted to it by the smell), but the doors will remain closed and nobody is around.

[rea_norton]

"What?" Andrea's stunned. "Wait, come back!" She's at the door, tugging on the handle desperately. "LET ME OUT OF HERE. LET ME OUT OF HERE RIGHT NOW. COME BACK. YOU STUPID FAIRY COMPUTER THINGY. COME BACK."

She looks at the food uninterestedly. She's not enjoyed any of the food she's had to eat here, and this is no different. She chucks it into the space the fairy was instead, her face coloured with fury. "GET BACK HERE RIGHT NOW OR I'LL TRASH THIS PLACE, LIKE I TRASHED THE LIBRARY."

[carriero_npc]

There is no answer, and no other reaction to her words. Somewhere in the walls, Linda is working, listening, noting, evaluating. Somewhere in the asylum, evaluations are being processed and gain names. 'Anger management issues' - some are confirmed, some strenghtened, some new.

But still, nothing happens in the reading room.