Dayshift 25: Doctor Office #5 (Washu)

[damned_doctors]

Ah hah hah...

Ah hah hah...

Ah hah hah hah ha~!Doctor Washu, the greatest scientific mind in the universe, was on the right track! The white surface of the wall was scored with countless marks from Washu's power tools, and wires spilled out like entrails from the gouges she'd ripped into the poor walls. But it was all for the sake of science; you

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[1imited_edition]

Therapy. Some of the patients seemed to dread it, others despise it- but Reinforce couldn't see why. This was the day, and during the day the staff played their extremely boring roles. All she expected was to be told she was delusional some more in slightly finer detail. Now, her refusal to talk to talk to the nurses might lead her to be targetted for more intensive therapy, but this was her first session. No, there'd be talk, probably lots of it.

The question was how interesting it'd be. If her doctor was particularly intelligent or unusual they might prove entertaining even in their fake mundanity. She hoped so. Sitting in silence wasn't a very rewarding form of protest.

Rein opened the door to the office of Office 5 without a clue what she was in for.

[damned_doctors]

"Go ahead and pull up a seat," Doctor Washu stated, waving in the general direction of the sofa. It should be pointed out that, at that point, the doctor was industriously employed moving the filing cabinets out of the way of the wall; her wild pink hair was the only thing visible, with stray strands peeking over the wall of metal.

"So what's your name, kiddo? And no matter what it looks like, I'm listening to every word!" Because even when her attention was split, Washu was still a great genius. Half her brain tied up? Still didn't make it even close to fair.

[1imited_edition]

Rein stared at the bobbing pink locks, at a complete loss. It seemed she'd misjudged. Whatever this woman was playing at, it wasn't the typical straight-faced, professional therapist. The whole office was torn apart, and the arrival of a patient didn't seem to be affecting the frantic work underway in the least.

"Do you... need any help with that?" She couldn't help herself. The surprise of seeing all this chaos in the place of the carefully-scripted mockery she'd envisioned had thrown her mental defenses against the staff completely off.

[damned_doctors]

"Nah, I've got it! Just don't touch anything unless I tell you to." The last thing she'd need would be to be in the middle of something and find out that her patient had moved her tools. Genius could improvise, but it would be so much more work.

"'Reinforce,' that's what you'd want me to call you, right?" Making an educated guess there; both from her personal experience, and from what she'd heard of the other doctors, it seemed like almost all of the patients were going to want to be referred by their alter ego's name.

[queenpeacecraft]

Spending breakfast with a mature, polite man was a nice change, and Relena felt a little disappointed when the nurse came by to take her to the first activity of the day. The greenhouse, if she wasn't mistaken. She didn't have a green thumb, but maybe the plants could survive her attempts. And this sounded like the perfect time to catch up with Sakura and/or Usagi to find out how the other girls faired the transition from bug attack to sleep.

However, instead of following the crowd of women outside, her nurse prodded her towards a new hallway just shy of where the other patients filed outside. She hoped her nurse knew where she was going. They stopped in front of the middle set of doors, and the nurse knocked on one before opening the door.

"Dr. Washu, your patient is here," the nurse announced, gently pushing Relena into the office. "Have fun!"

[damned_doctors]

By this time, Doctor Washu was crouched beneath her desk, and from the sounds of it she was trying to cobble together something far too complex for mortal minds to comprehend with a far too meager selection of tools. This included, every now and again, quiet muttering, and more than a few times her mane of pink hair peeked up from the bottom of the desk like a surfacing shark.

She didn't even wave as the new arrival came in. "Thanks. C'mon in, sit down, take a load off! Just don't touch anything that's blinking or making a sound and you'll be good!" It should be pointed out that, at this point, the far wall was the faintest of shades off-white; the fruits of Washu's intense labors. "And what should I call you? Name's Hakubi Washu, but you can call me Li'l Washu, okay~?"

[queenpeacecraft]

What was it about this place and women with pink hair? Honestly. And if this was her doctor, shouldn't she at least be sitting at the desk instead of head-first in a cabinet? Still, Relena sat down on the couch carefully. The warning made her a bit wary of what was to come.

"My name is Relena Darlian," she offered, folding her hands in her lap. She kept quiet after her introduction since she really didn't know what was going on. Perhaps if she could think of the right questions to ask....

Looking around, she noticed all the strange gadgets, blinking lights, and other odds and ends. It could almost pass for a mad scientist's lab. Or a Gundam creator's lab, not that she knew what one looked like.

[damned_doctors]

Relena Darlian, Relena Darlian... oh right, Anne. Well, there was one good thing; this patient, at least, wouldn't be trying to be the last patient Washu could experience. Peace was best, especially when it kept a certain scientist from unpleasantness.

"Sorry for the chaos, I'm doing a little remodeling and it's not like I get much free time to do it. But I am listening, Ms. Darlian, so don't worry about that, okay?"

...even if she might have been just a little bit rattled... Washu shook her head, the plume of hair shaking in time, and then the nearly buried scientist asked, "How's the Institute been treating you?"