Group Therapy

[empyreal_enigma]

Location: Common Area
Time: Ongoing
Characters: All
Rating: R for language

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[faithfuldparted]

"This is crap!" Barty shouted, almost over Raziel's last sentence. He was a good six chairs away from her, because all that goodness had to hurt, but apparently sharing and caring time, not to mention good manners, was waylaid. "I didn't die! I shouldn't be here! My master-- Dementors-- I-- just..." He licked his lips, in a natural human manner rather than iguana-like. He'd already made these arguments. They hadn't done him a lick of good before. What he really wanted was to hurt someone, and run howling back into the real world -- away from all this unearthly light...

[aequitas_sanctu]

"Fuckin' idiot," muttered Murphy irritably, more to himself than anything. This was the last topic of conversation he wanted brought up, especially with Connor around to hear everything. He wondered vaguely how much trouble he would get into if he lied to an angel. He did not want to have to, per se, but he did not see much of a choice if he was asked directly.

[faithfuldparted]

((Oh dear, oh dear. Barty wants permission to hurt or maim.))

On hearing what he was sure were the syllables fuck, ing, id, ee, ot, Barty stormed across the circle to confront the mutterer. "What did you say, Muggle!? Did I hear a fucking primate call me an idiot!? Why should I be here!? Why isn't there a wizards' purgatory!?!"

[aequitas_sanctu]

((Well, he can try. XD))

"Wizard?" Murphy raised an eyebrow, tilting his head back non-chalantly. "Ye died in the looney bin, didn't ya?" He knew very well that he was just making matters worse, but hell, he was dead, how much worse could it get? Anyways, a good, simple fist fight always made the world seem a better place.

[od_suicide]

April wasn't exactlty excited about the prospect of "sharing". She hated stuff like this, hated shrinks and anything resembling one. Because a fat lot of good they'd done Mark, back in high school.

"I'm me." April said innocently. "And I died on the last day I lived because I stopped breathing."

[ilostmymap]

At about that point her boyfriend, who had been sitting beside her looking generally annoyed with the whole idea of this "therapy" thing, collapsed into laughter that he wasn't hiding all that well. That? That would be why he loved this woman.

[od_suicide]

April grinned at him, not even bothering to hide the fact that she was just as amused as he was, and ignoring the vaguely exasperated look she was getting from her brother, sitting on Roger's other side.

No, Raziel, she's not planning on cooperating.

[empyreal_enigma]

Angels of the Lord are not really ones to pick up on sarcasm. "Did you suffocate?"

[anlashok_cole]

Marcus arched an eyebrow. "Do you want the long version, the short version, or something in between?"

[empyreal_enigma]

"The true version. Length isn't an issue."

[anlashok_cole]

"Well, they're all true." He shrugged a bit then. "But in brief, I had a friend who was dying. I plugged myself into a mostly-untested alien healing machine to give her my life energy instead. So I died instead. The end."

[patricianrat]

Gail had watched the others and waited for a while. He had dismissed most of his fellow deadmen for the moment, focusing instead with a concentrated force on Raziel, who was clearly in charge.

"I killed myself," he said finally, tonelessly. "There was nothing left for me in the world."

[badsidemanner]

...they weren't kidding, were they?

Therapy for the dead.

"I was shot by a disgruntled patient. OR ex patient. Not sure the cirucmstances. I died on the table. Next?"

House hated therapy.