Buddy Time: Erol

[crazyforcrazies]

Hmm, mmhm.  And how are we all today, passengers?

Now, let's see.  Who's ready for Buddy Time?

[Flip flip flip of paper as he leafs through files.]

Erol Kadir!

(( OOC: Erol will suddenly find himself whisked into Guy's office by the spa on deck two.  The door is locked and completely unbreakable!  There's a lovely, comfortable couch in the

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I still can't believe that dice roll.

[psychoticracer]

- the hell??

[Erol whips around, twisting like a cat about to land on its feet. Wide yellow eyes note his surroundings, Gambler - who he's seen about the casino, but doesn't know - and Guy, who he doesn't know by sight yet. A snarl twists his lips and he marches up to the latter, one hand drawing a knife with clear intent to threaten.

Not quite about to stab. Not yet.]

What the HELL is going on here.

I LOL'd

[crazyforcrazies]

[Guy smiles. It's a warm, friendly, disarming smile as he peers over his reading glasses at the long-eared elf-thing. The short, angry, long-eared elf thing. He doesn't appear at all phased about the knife.]

Erol! It's good to see you. Please, have a seat.

[psychoticracer]

I don't think so. What the HELL is going on here.

[Lovely, the man isn't intimidated. Well that'll change in a -

Wait. Wait a minute. He recognizes that voice. Cue dawning horror, not dampened in the least by the fact that, however bored he might be, he's not QUITE crazy enough to attack a crew member.

And if he wants to keep it that way, he'd better get out of here.]

You're that Precursors-damned therapist, aren't you! Stay the hell away from me, I want none of it!

[With an angry slash of a hand gesture, he pivots and makes a beeline for the door. Which, naturally, does not open when he tugs on the handle.]

Oh, you're fucking kidding me.

[crazyforcrazies]

[Guy sighs and flips open Erol's file as the elf-man wrestles with the doorknob. He clicks the end of his pen and calmly begins to write notes in that scrawled chicken-scratch lettering legible only to doctors.]

Now, let's just have a little chat, hmm?

[He beams and holds out a plate.]

The Stewardess made cookies!