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[worldentire]

[Calling Dr. Sinclair! Calling Dr. Sinclair! This is an V is extremely lazy all characters welcome post to thread with the one, the only Dr. Augustus Sinclair, wearing his suspenders, his gray pleated pants, his white shirt and red tie and a lab-coat, complete with clipboard! Threads can be with patients or with doctors/interns alike

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[echo_of_utopia]

[ Lamb is deeply immersed in her knitting magazine when she spots him walking through the common room.

Her jaw doesn't so much drop as it detaches completely, walks away and takes the next plane to Hawaii.

She's been playing along with the other doctors for the most part, but she doesn't think she could stand to do the same with him, so she covers behind the pages, hoping to go unnoticed. ]

[worldentire]

[Unnoticed? Unnoticed? Ha. HA! Not in Wonderland, sweetie!

Look, here comes Dr. Sinclair sauntering now, head cocked, his trusty cigarette holder in his fingers. (Of course, smoking isn't permitted in most of the rooms, but here? He's perfectly within his rights.)]

Well well well, if it ain't Missus Sofia Lamb herself. [He takes a seat beside her, leaning back and smiling amiably at her.] Haven't had time t'be by lately, I hope you don't mind too much.

[echo_of_utopia]

[ M-must... not... smother... with... common room pillow... ]

I already spoke to Dr. Kralie today.

[ ...because that will make him go away, right? RIGHT?! ]

[worldentire]

Aw, does that mean you don't want t'give me a minute or two? [He grins and winks and is generally amiable and charming. The bastard.] I've missed talkin' t'you, Miss Lamb, it's been quite a while, after all. Haven't you missed me?

[reckless_eagle]

[Having been escorted into his office for some doctorly guidance:]

So like. What am I stuck here for?

[So not amused B|]

[worldentire]

[siiiigh. He puts his hand on his waist and raises an eyebrow, regarding Poland through carefully patient eyes.]

We've been over this, Mister Polskie, time and time again. What've I told you before?

HAHAHA THAT ICON. Also, I will pretend you said "Mrs. Lorinaitis", since that'd be his name here.

[reckless_eagle]

[He puts one hand on his fluffy-skirted hip and rolls his eyes]

Ummmm, no clue, because we all just got here earlier today. Duh.

XDDDD also, FUCK I'M SO SORRY ;~; it was only just pointed out to me there's a list of illnesses

[worldentire]

[A very slow, patient sigh. Sinclair waves a hand at the chair before his desk.]

Go ahead and sit, alright? Now, you know you're here for a reason. [His is the metered tone of one who's done this about a thousand times before.] You're here t'sort through the different realities that you're goin' through in that head'a yours.

[hurricanebomber]

[Clearly it's been too long since uncle Dr. Sinclair has talked to Gokudera. :|b He's in the common room with a notebook and pencil, since he's not too violent to be allowed pointy things, scribbling notes.

They are about explosives but you don't need to know that. 8|]

[worldentire]

[Sinclair saunters over, looking very doctorish, and raises an eyebrow.] What're you workin' on, there? [He leans over a bit, curiously, smoke curling up his arm from the cigarette holder in his hand.]

[hurricanebomber]

No one's damn business. [Gokudera flips the notebook closed. After all, since the whole "trying to blow up his school" incident, he's not really supposed to be doing anything that concerns explosives or explosive chemicals.]

[worldentire]

Now, now, son. You know you're not supposed t'be keepin' secrets from me. [Sinclair stands fully and crosses his arms, his eyebrow raising a little more.] Lemme see.

[psych0ruin]

[Here's Aradia, standing in the common room and... staring. At the wall. Her expression is completely blank. She's probably been standing there for an hour or two by now, unmoving.

At least she's quiet?]

[worldentire]

[Sinclair's been watching her for a few minutes, now. After said minutes, he wanders over and leans into her line of sight.]

Y'all right there?

[psych0ruin]

[She just looks at him with that same blank look.]

Yes. I'm fine.

[worldentire]

You sure about that? [Sinclair takes a seat beside her, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees and raising his eyebrow.] Anythin' you want t'tell me about?

[kindly_done]

[There's soft, forceful thumping coming from Jack's room, in a steady rhythm as he jerks his wrists and ankles against his restraints. He feels that this slightly more organized approach will get him free marginally faster than simple thrashing. The sound stops when he sees Sinclair's head go by the window. His eyes follow, narrowing a little. Help, he thinks, comes from that direction.

He lifts his head and shouts.]

Mister Sinclair!

[worldentire]

[Sinclair hears Jack's shout and sighs quietly to himself. Taking a ring of keys off his belt, he wanders over, unlocks the door, and opens it slowly.]

You called, Jack? [he says quietly.]

[kindly_done]

[He collapses back, breathing heavily.]

Get me out of this thing. Hurry. I don't know what they're going to do to me.

[worldentire]

"They're"? [Sinclair closes the door.] It's just you'n me, Jack. What's on your mind?