Doctor please, some more of these

[scare_apist]

WHO: Terry and OPEN
WHAT: IT'S THERAPYING TIME
WHERE: Anywhere around Manhattan/Terry can bully Nico into teleporting him
WHEN: 5/06-5/16
WARNINGS: Dr. Nightmarespawn Emoboy, superheroes in therapy
SUMMARY: Terry gives his patients therapy whether they want it or not. Or, if you want to run into the therapist from hell and have him psychoanalyze you,

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[witchsupreme]

[ she hates this. Hates this. Hates. This.

Going without therapy has been so nice. She's been able to make bad decisions and not dread the fact that it'll all be rubbed in her face. She hasn't had to explain herself to anyone---they all assume that, as Sorceress Supreme, she earned the title.

Only Terry knows better. Oh, the things that Terry knows about her. It's enough to make her feel panicked; of course, he'd have things to say about that.

Nico's smoked most of a pack of cigarettes since he showed up, and that's not even one of her bad habits. ]

[scare_apist]

[ Terry has a million and one theories about Nico, mainly because, well, to look at Nico is to wonder exactly what fucked her up so bad (not that he thinks in those terms). His theories are intricate mainly because he doesn't have to wonder; if the world still had an adults, he could probably write an entire medical journal's worth of case studies on her.

He doesn't open his notebook yet. Which, she should know, doesn't mean she's safe. ] Nico. Good to see you face to face.

[witchsupreme]

[ She keeps an eye on that notebook like most people would keep their eye on a highly poisonous snake. She is a very self-aware person, honestly, so she knows that she has problems---scads of problems. She knows that she's a swiss-cheesey mess on the inside; she knows that she's fragile.

And that's why she doesn't like Terry poking around inside her skull. There are too many pushable buttons that would lead to a meltdown, and she has promised too many people that she's going to be the first chaos witch not to go postal. ]

Uh-huh. Riiiiight back at you. [ oh, such scathing sarcasm! ] Where are we going first? I have shit that needs done, Terry.

[scare_apist]

[ Not that Terry's ever told her this, because he can only imagine her reaction, but he has just as much invested in keeping her a mostly-sane chaos witch as she does. Deep down in his demonspawn little heart, Nico is something like a friend, and the way he expresses how much he cares about her is through therapy. There are so many things Nico holds in that she won't say unless he drags them out of her. He's willing to be hated for that. ]

I thought we'd get the most painful bit out of the way first. [ Terry says, giving her a significant look. ]

5/6; Hipster filled coffee shop; evening

[dinobawse]

[Seated at a small table by the window (and coincidentally, by the nearest exit), is Gert and Old Lace-- magick'ed into a very large Husky dog by Nico-- Gert sipping coffee and Old Lace devouring three muffins. Not too far away, on a small makeshift stage, four 50-something year old guys with beer bellies and balding pony tails were attempting to sing "Paint It Black" and failing miserably.

Gert sighs. This was just a tragedy. This song had been her (and Nico's) favorite when they were in junior high school and these walking midlife crises were just murdering it.

One of the guys next to her was nodding along with the music, so uncool it was clearly cool, with his STRENGTH tattoo over his chest, big plastic glasses, rolled up jeans, and no shoes.

God, she needed a life.]

[scare_apist]

[ One of the more refined, creative uses of his powers was Terry's ability to sense people he'd met by their fears. It's sort of like being able to tell when someone's looking at you, except there's more inner screaming, nyctophobia , and parental abandonment involved. He's only ever told a few people about it, mainly because he knows it's creepy.

He bought a coffee- it would be more appropriate if it were black as the depths of his soul but he dumped a ton of milk and sugar in it. After a moment's thought, he bought a muffin, too. Then he walked over to Gert's table. ] This is actually the saddest thing I've ever heard. [ he said in greeting. ]

[dinobawse]

[For a second, Gert is worried that one of the people here are actually trying to talk to her about being too cool for America or something and she contemplates pretending not to speak English. However, she recognizes this young man from that post where everyone was freaking out about therapy and ~*~feelings~*~. Before Nico had gone all Fatal Attraction on them, they had actually been having an interesting conversation,]

You're so lucky you missed them doing the Bob Marley tribute.

[She says in greeting back. Gert hasn't glared at him or told him to get the fuck away from her or had OL bite his leg, so that is a pretty good indication he can sit down.]

[scare_apist]

[ He groans. ] Death is too good for them. [ Terry is the biggest walking stereotype sometimes. He sits down and puts the muffin on the table, far enough from him that it's clear he's not going to eat it, but far enough from OL that there's no pressure for her to accept it. ]

Sometimes I wish I was a supervillain. [ He says conversationally, watching the band. ]

5/10; some podunk diner; morning

[ifhebeworthy]

[ After pulling an all-nighter, something he was not unaccustomed to, but not something he'd done in quite some time, there was only one thing Don looked forward to before crashing hard (or letting Thor take the reigns): breakfast. A hot cup of coffee and a short stack was usually all he needed. Last time he tried this didn't go so well on his end, but this time he was determined to enjoy his breakfast in peace.

When his waitress set the steaming cup in front of him, he sighed and relaxed a little and inhaled the aroma contentedly, white hat shielding his eyes from the sun. It was bright out. He was determined to make it a good day. ]

[witchsupreme]

[ Nico's been ferrying Terry around for days. Days. She's had to cart around his skinny emo ass and sit around hating herself while he therapied the masses. Nico isn't exactly known for her patience, so she's worn thin.

Between jumps, they take a break. She'd planned to just sneak off for a few, maybe go yell at someone undeserving---which the son of a bitch would totally analyze---but then she feels that bright little beacon tugging at her.

She sighs in relief. He'll stick up for her and tell Terry to back off. All she has to do is imply that her maidenly virtues have been offended, and he'd verily mi'lady all over Terry's shit.

Nico makes a beeline for the diner. Having gods for friends has its perks, she thinks.

When she peers in and sees Don instead of Thor, she doesn't even pause. She just slides in the seat next to him, takes a deep breath, and says: ]

Save me.

[scare_apist]

[ Terry realizes Nico has ditched him maybe five minutes after she vanishes, because he's busy with his damn notebook, again. When he finally resurfaces, he sighs.

It's not like he hadn't suspected she's make this difficult. So he heads off to find her. ]

[ifhebeworthy]

[ If his temperament could command the winds and the storm as Thor's could, the sun would have been swallowed by dark clouds. Instead, the sun is still shining brightly for everyone except for him. The first taste of his coffee had only just touched his lips when she slid in beside him. The coffee burns his lip and he yanks the cup away and tries not to cry.

I am sorry, Donald, Thor apologizes from the void. ]

I know. [ He smothers a sob. ] Big guy's not in right now. Can I take a message?

5/11

[rocksforbrains]

[Santo's found a pizza place in Seattle simply due to his amazing inherent pizza place detecting skills. It was practically a secondary mutation. He ignored the stares and whispered comments. As long as he wasn't getting thrown out of the place, he couldn't care less.

Instead, he sat in a booth he was mostly taking up and waited for Emokid to show up and get this damn thing over with.]

[witchsupreme]

[ so, she's on teleport duty until further notice. Okay, fine. So maybe she lost her cool at those people in the diner, but nobody likes to be told that they look like a hooker. Nico likes to believe that she's the classy kind of goth.

By the time they get to Santo, she's emotionally exhausted.

And now she has to deal with Santo.

ugh.

She sits down across from Santo, elbows on the table. ]

Don't mind me. I'm not really here. I'm just her majesty's carriage.

[scare_apist]

[ Terry rolls his eyes, sitting next to Nico. ] What kind of pizza do you want, Santo?

[ He is just going to ignore Ms. Crazywitch over here. ]

[rocksforbrains]

The kind with everything. [He grins.] Also known as the "I'm not paying for this shit" special. [Santo leans on the table a little, causing it to make slightly worrying cracking noises.] Maybe sharing it will make Nico less likely to turn you into a sponge. [Now he's smirking at her.]

05/09

[touchmyflagpole]

[ Captain America is fearless and bold and everything that anyone could ever want to be. He punches Nazis in the face and crushes tyranny and injustice beneath his boot heels.

Steve Rogers is sometimes Captain America. Despite that, or perhaps because of it, he could definitely do with some psychoanalyzing.

Of course, since he doesn't realize that, he is currently sitting on a park bench, feeding the rest of his lunch to the pidgeons and humming "Don't Sit Under the Apple Tree". ]

05/09

[scare_apist]

[ Terry is the park, too, and contrary to popular rumor,is not actually bursting into flames in the sunlight. Terry parks himself on the bench across from Cap, and watching him idly. ]

[touchmyflagpole]

[ Steve smiles at the boy sitting across from him, waves at random because he's feeling sociable for some reason. ]

How are you doing?

[scare_apist]

[ Terry smiles back. ] Not bad. It's a nice day. You?