See a Shrink? [closed]
Where: Dr. Facilier's office
When: Thursday, June 24th, afternoon
Who: Helga Sinclair and Dr. Facilier
What: Mickey is concerned about Helga's behavior at the masquerade. So she was sent to Facilier.
Warnings: General creepiness from Facilier?
We're concerned about your behavior.
Concerned? No. If that mouse was concerned, he never would have invited Rourke to this school to begin with.
Of course she'd punched him and threatened to shoot him... twice. He'd thrown her thirty... maybe forty feet, tried to kill her. He'd cost her everything. She'd lost her crew, her reputation... everything. And then. And then he'd had the gall to come here.
Lieutenant Helga Sinclair almost punched the wall as she entered the building.
She wanted to tell the headmaster exactly what she thought of his hiring choice... but her options had been made very clear. Either she spoke to Dr. Facilier or she could pack her bags. Mr. Whitmore wouldn't bail her out again, though. She knew that. If she showed up on his doorstep, having screwed this up in so little time... She'd be out on the street.
And at thirty? She wasn't going back home with her tail between her legs. And her nest egg wouldn't buy her enough time to find a crew to join or build a new one. Not with the cover story for Atlantis being what it was. Not that the truth was any better.
So. She knocked on the office door when she found it and cleared her throat. Surely he was inside.
"Dr. Facilier? It's Lieutenant Sinclair. The... headmaster contacted you, I believe?"
When: Thursday, June 24th, afternoon
Who: Helga Sinclair and Dr. Facilier
What: Mickey is concerned about Helga's behavior at the masquerade. So she was sent to Facilier.
Warnings: General creepiness from Facilier?
We're concerned about your behavior.
Concerned? No. If that mouse was concerned, he never would have invited Rourke to this school to begin with.
Of course she'd punched him and threatened to shoot him... twice. He'd thrown her thirty... maybe forty feet, tried to kill her. He'd cost her everything. She'd lost her crew, her reputation... everything. And then. And then he'd had the gall to come here.
Lieutenant Helga Sinclair almost punched the wall as she entered the building.
She wanted to tell the headmaster exactly what she thought of his hiring choice... but her options had been made very clear. Either she spoke to Dr. Facilier or she could pack her bags. Mr. Whitmore wouldn't bail her out again, though. She knew that. If she showed up on his doorstep, having screwed this up in so little time... She'd be out on the street.
And at thirty? She wasn't going back home with her tail between her legs. And her nest egg wouldn't buy her enough time to find a crew to join or build a new one. Not with the cover story for Atlantis being what it was. Not that the truth was any better.
So. She knocked on the office door when she found it and cleared her throat. Surely he was inside.
"Dr. Facilier? It's Lieutenant Sinclair. The... headmaster contacted you, I believe?"