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[grandpursuit]

Chase had always had a fascination with the phenomenon of lucid dreaming. While she was an undergraduate psychology student, one of the professors was particularly interested in the neurophysiological approach to dream research. He established empirically that the dreamer's recognition that he is dreaming occurs in the dorsolateral prefrontal

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[the_sweetshrink]

"I doubt, very highly, that cutting your wrists would reveal anything. And using Occam's Razor would take a wicked long time," Sweets pointed out. He knew the DSM-IV inside and out and it only took a cursory glance to tell what she was looking at.

"I'm Doctor Lance Sweets," he said, offering his hand. "The island shrink. Is there anything I can help with?"

[grandpursuit]

Chase lifted an eyebrow, even as she shook his hand. "Dr. Chase Meridian," she said. "And I'm going to hope that you're introducing yourself that way because you saw the book, not because you think I need one." She quirked a smile, and added, "And I really should know better than to joke about things like that."

[the_sweetshrink]

"I saw the book," Sweets confirmed. "And I introduce myself that way to everyone. Sweets is fine, though. It's what most people call me. Just doing some light reading?"

All the while he couldn't help but hope that she was a psychologist because God, could they use one.

[grandpursuit]

"I suppose it could be helpful to be so upfront," Chase admitted. "I tend to get the 'oh no, are you a shrink or something?' later on in the conversation, once I've asked too many questions." She looked down at the book and added, "Tell me, Sweets, how long did it take you to decide that you were not suffering from delusions, hallucinations, or some other sort of break with reality?"

[notawastedlife]

"Now, that's not any way to talk," Tony said, having looked up from where he was sitting at the sound of the book slamming shut.

[grandpursuit]

Startled a little by the voice, Chase turned toward it and gave the man a sheepish expression. "Sorry, you're right. And I really should know better than to joke about things like that." She hefted the book back up and then pulled herself to her feet, intent on putting it back on the bookshelf.

[notawastedlife]

"You're new, right?" Tony said, leaning over the side of the couch a tad. "I think I would have remembered seeing you around- a little light reading to take your mind off the weird?"

[grandpursuit]

That seemed to be a common question, though Chase suspected that most of the time it had more to do with the fact that she probably looked very lost a great deal of the time. "Yes," she said, "very new." She looked down at the cover of the book and sighed. "And no, only torturing myself."

She hefted the book up and pulled herself to her feet. She offered him her free hand, the book tucked under her other arm. "I'm Chase."

[cantstopmoving]

"The simplest answer is only the best when there's no human element," Dick replies, passing through after training and shower and on his way to nowhere that's more important than keeping on eye on their resident chiropterologist.

Besides, he has a more than professional interest in the case. It comes with saving a life. He hopes up on the back of the couch, pulling his knees up to his chest and wrapping his arms around them. "And slitting your wrists is messy. The only things you'll learn are that it hurts and you have a lot more blood than you think you do."

[grandpursuit]

A touch sheepish from the outburst, Chase sighed and looked up at Dick. "I should know better than to joke about things like that," she said. "You're right - and don't worry, that isn't the sort of experiment that I have any intention of conducting."

It was still so odd to see Dick like this - or, rather, to think of this man as Dick.

She hefted up the book and pulled herself to her feet, then set it down on the shelf and settled onto the couch beside him.

[cantstopmoving]

"You don't strike me as suicidal." She has a good head on her shoulders. Has to, if any version of Bruce was interested in her. It doesn't mean she walks the right side, or that he trusts her. But he wants to like her.

Glancing down from his perch, he smiles sympathetically. "I've been here since October and I'm still not sure it's real. It doesn't really matter. I'm stuck here, so I have to live like it's real or curl up and die."

[grandpursuit]

"Suicidal... no. In fact, I'd say that nearly drowning has rather solidified my lust for life." She toed off her shoes and curled her legs underneath her on the couch. "October..." She'd been told that it was March here. "That's quite a while. How have you been adjusting?"

[dr_robchase]

"God, please don't," he begged, staring at her with a faintly worried look crossing over his face. "Knowing this place, some kind of strange 'everything must make absolutely no sense using the Occam's principle' on us," he said, with a hint of a tiny smile. "It's fun like that," he finished with a tiny drawl of sarcasm.

[grandpursuit]

Chase looked up, a hint of a sheepish expression on her face. "Sorry, I really should know better than to joke about things like that." She'd dealt with enough suicidal patients in her career that it was actually fairly insensitive of her. An indication of how on edge she really was, perhaps. "Though I am inclined to agree about the making no sense part."

[dr_robchase]

He wandered in and settled slightly, glancing her over and not recognizing her. And with so small a population, that got a bit strange. "New?" he estimated, being that she still had something like hope to her.

Or maybe he was just hopefully projecting.

[grandpursuit]

"New?" Chase's lips quirked up a bit. "Yes, I suppose I am. Though there's where Occam's Razor comes in. Is it more likely that I'm new or that you're new?" She tapped her temple. "As in, in my head."

[kingshit_lloyd]

Lloyd raised his brow as he came across Gotham chick, an unfriendly-looking book in her lap (to be fair, Lloyd thought most books were unfriendly-looking, but this one stood out, looking intimidating on top of it).

So she still thought she was nuts, huh? Well, it only made sense, that the shrinks here would be as crazy as the rest of them.

"I'm not sure it's a good idea, Doc, tryin' to kill yourself with logic," he pointed out with a half-smile. "It's in real short supply 'round here. You'll get farther with paper cuts."

[grandpursuit]

Chase looked up from the book, somewhat sheepish but kind of relieved to see a familiar face since there were so few of them around here. "Right, I guess it wouldn't really do me much good. Nice to see you again, Lloyd."

[kingshit_lloyd]

"You too, Chase," Lloyd said, leaning sideways against the bookshelf. It was kind of strange to use her name, her being so damned... well, shrink-like. He glanced down at the book again, vaguely unnerved by it. Mental disorders, huh? It sure didn't look like a fun read. "How you been?"

[grandpursuit]

"Relative to the last time you saw me, not bad," Chase admitted. She hefted the book up and pulled herself to her feet, then set it back on the bookshelf and settled onto the couch, toeing off her sandals and curling her legs underneath her.