Around Town, Thursday Afternoon

[onyourright]

Now that Sam had a little time to settle into the island, he was starting up what he'd been, you know, hired to do.

Which meant he was putting up flyers around town.

GROUP COUNSELLINGOn going sessions beginning Monday, 4/28/14 at the Clinic

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[furnaceface]

Jonothon needed to get the hell out of dubstep and construction central for a bit. Just a little while. There was a ringing in his head from all of the noise at the Groovy Tunes that was making him more than a little twitchy, and that was saying a lot for somebody who tended to gauge successful coping methods by how loud the speakers were blaring Pearl Jam.

Still, he'd stepped outside, and now he was basking in the quiet as he took a stroll around the block. He'd spotted the flyers before the man who was hanging them, took the name and the phone number into consideration, had himself a vaguely amused moment, and then continued on his way. When he spotted Sam actually hanging the flyers, however, he couldn't help but speak up.

//Got your work cut out for you around here, mate.//

Also, hello, Sam.

[onyourright]

Well, Sam certainly had to admit the people in this town were friendly about talking to strangers. Even if the acoustics of that voice was throwing him off.

He turned to see who was talking to him, forcing himself not to linger on the wrappings on the guy's face. "You've gotta try at least," he replied genially.

[furnaceface]

Jono appreciated that, though he really didn't blame people for staring. Not the way he used to, at least.

//You've got to try,// he agreed with a little nod of his head, holding out his hand toward Sam. //Though I'd argue it's a job for masochists, I'm really not one to talk, I suppose. Jonothon Starsmore, current 'Coping With Change' teacher over at the school.//

He was simultaneously absolutely qualified, and possibly the least qualified person for the job, too.

[onyourright]

Weren't they all?

Sam took the offered hand with a grin. "So now I know who to go whining to."

[throughaphase]

Of course Kitty had to peek at the flyers before actually saying hi. After all, there was a free icebreaker right there.

"Oh, did you ever pick a town that needs this," she said.

[onyourright]

"You know, I'm hearing a lot of that for such a small town."

He was just so adorably new!

[throughaphase]

"And you'll probably hear it even more," Kitty told him. "You're one of the new guys, right?"

She guessed, since she'd already met Flash.

[onyourright]

"Stand out that much?" Sam asked.

[vdistinctive]

"Group counseling?" Eliot said. Angrily. "Really?"

Oh no. He wouldn't benefit from something like this at all. Especially not that penultimate thing.

[onyourright]

"That's what it says," Sam replied, not really addressing the obvious anger issues there. "Though I can manage one on one if people aren't comfortable with it."

LIKE SOMEONE STANDING RIGHT THERE.

[vdistinctive]

"What do you want, a cookie?" Eliot grumped.

Yes, that was a verb, now.

[onyourright]

"Nah, I'd settle for a little less hostility, though."

But he would have cookies at the session. Because he freaking loved cookies, okay?

[psychoticbiotic]

Jack was taking Natasha -- the dog, not the woman -- for a walk when she spotted a flier and read it carefully, scrunching the top of Natasha's head lightly with her knuckles as she did.

Huh.

She quirked an eyebrow at Sam when she spotted him putting up another sign. "You shrinks finally found trauma central, huh?"

[onyourright]

Well hello there.

Sam's eyebrows went up at the sight of her, but it was a decidedly 'not bad' reaction. "People keep telling me that."

[psychoticbiotic]

Not bad? Please, Jack was fucking hot and she knew it.

She shrugged lightly. "Yeah, guess we're kind of predictable that way," she said, and offered a hand for the man to shake. "Hey, I'm Jack. You're new."

[onyourright]

"Sam," he replied, shaking the offered hand. "And everyone keeps telling me that too."