Analyze This!! (OPEN to all!)

[Dr. Roger Harrison]

0900 Hours
Meropis City
Dr. Roger Harrison's office 

"Doc" Harrison, as he preferred to be called, busied himself around his office. He was getting ready for psych evals following thier last mission, and he wanted his office to be warm and inviting. He had set up a sofa , and he had a bright orange chair, as well, that he'd had the SG people send in for him. He hung a wool, blue and orange blanket over it, for comfort. Around the couch and chair, he had put some side tables, with little tchotckes that Lucy (his wife) had picked out for him. Finally, his own chair was situated across from the couch/chair set up, and behind that was his desk , where he kept the desktop neat, with just a lamp, his file boxes, and a photo of his wife and baby daughter, along with a pen holder and his desktop computer. Finally, along the left hand wall was a tall bookshelf, filled with tomes of medical journals, psychiatry books, and personal novels, including a shelf of his personal favorites. He would loan out books to patients at times, esp. the self-help ones, but occassionally the novels, if they expressed an interest in them. He kept most of his Mission related stuff in the locked drawer at the bottom, and in the others were files, paperwork, and general miscellanous. Normally, his desk was a bit messier, but when he'd been asked to do the psych evals, he decided that it would look better if he neatened up a bit. He thought Luce would be proud of him-he even DUSTED the lamp. 

He took off his white coat and stethescope, and hung them on a hook near the door, getting more comfortable. It was impartive to him that people didn't view him as just a doctor, but rather as a teammate and a friend. Or a father figure, or whatever role they needed him to fulfill. He knew that some of them, the hardened military people especially, would NEED him to be a doctor, but he would rather not start off that way, hence the warm feeling in the room and the emphasis on comfort. To complete the scene, he placed a pitcher-proffered from the canteen-of water and some disposal cups on one of the tables. Finally, he got his notebooks and his favorite pen, and then opened the door to his office. He was ready. He turned the sign over on the door-he was old school, and preferred to have an "open door" policy so that anyone could come see him at any time-and he was used to academia, where oftentime young students WOULD turn up at all hours, needed advice, assistance, or simply a place to get away for a few minutes. This sign was simple, white and black. On one side it read "The Doctor is IN," and on the other, "The Doctor is OUT." He turned it to In, and then called out. The Yeoman that SG people had assigned him was competent, for sure, but he liked to do as much as was possible for himself. He could see in his patients. 

Who's here first for their psych evaluation? He smiled at the person who stood. He was ready to get to work, and he wasn't going to be let off easy today. 

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[Jason Conway]

0900 Hours
Meropis City
Dr. Roger Harrison's office

On first impressions it was quite a smart office, thought Brigadier General Jason Conway. His attention was immediately drawn to the orange chair, certainly not standard issue. He wondered what kind of reports Doctor Harrison had had to fill in to get that sent through and using up valuable wormhole space. It was probably something to do with the calming effect it produces and how import that is when dealing with a psychologically challenging galaxy. Something like that... It sure was a neat looking office though.

Conway let the door slide shut behind him, making a soft noise that alerted Roger to his presence. A warm smile greeted the General as he stood in the doorway. Then the awkward moment came. Roger clearly recognized the General's rank, not to mention his authority as leader of the expedition. But this was the doctor's office. The pair stood for a moment, an almost comedic face-off, until at the same time they both gestured toward the chairs and said, "shall we?" 
"No please, after you Doc. It's your rodeo." Conway pounced with. He followed the doc over to the seating area and took up his rightful place as patient on the couch. The roles had reversed, a refreshing change in the tired General's mind.
"So, I figured that with these pysch-evaluations being mandatory and all that I should set a good example and go first huh?" That and he could get back to sifting through countless mission reports, it had been a busy few weeks and the only psychological problems he could tell he already had was stress, like any good General.
"Where do we begin?" He smiled and sat eagerly on the couch, leaning forward as the Doc took his seat. He felt confident in the Doc and what he brought to the expedition, but now was not the time for that. Now was the time to let a professional do his job.

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[Dr. Roger Harrison]

0901
Roger's Office
Meropis

Roger smiled as General Conway stood. Ah, yes, start at the top, that made sense. He stood respectfully, but didn't salute-he was a civillian, after all, but he DID know and respect the other man's ranking, education, and experience. So, awkward for a moment before he nodded once. He pointed to the chair at the same time as Conway did, and then chuckled a little.

No please, after you Doc. It's your rodeo. Roger nodded again, a little bit more enthusastically this time.

You can sit in the chair, or the couch-your choice. I prefer not to dictate that; I want you to be as comfortable as possible. He stood back to let the man make a choice before going on.

Help yourself to some water or coffee, He said, settling into his chair, and getting his notebook ready. Roger preferred to take notes by hand during an eval-it was old school, and these days, most people just used a tape recorder, but Roger found those distracting and impersonal. He looked to the man on the couch, and let him start. Roger could tell that the man got his leadership role because he deserved it; he seemed confident and able to understand the gravity of his role.

So, I figured that with these pysch-evaluations being mandatory and all that I should set a good example and go first huh? Where do we begin?[/b] Roger smiled, and inhaled softly.

I always admire a leader who is willing to do the difficult or unpleasant FIRST. Not that I expect that to be so in this case, however, I appreciate that you're busy. I won't take you on a traditional session, unless you'd LIKE to start that-that is, a whole recollection of your life and so on. Let's focus on the aftermath of the mission for now. How are you finding your stress levels since returning? Anything of imporatance to report-change in appetite, sleep, things like that? Roger wasn't planning on pressing the man for details; he had his former psych evals from the miltary, and Rog was satisified that Jason had decent coping skills and no markers for mental distress outside f the normal course of his chosen career.

Also, before you begin, I just want to reassure you that whatever you tell me inside this office stays here; the report I send to the SG people at the end of this expedition will just be an overview. The details will stay with me, and I take every precaution to not let anyone see any notes, etc. It's important to me that you trust me, and I understand that that might be difficult, so I want to assure you that this is a safe place. He tried to make his tone reassuring. He didn't need to freak anyone out unnecessarily.

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[Jason Conway]

0905
Roger's Office
Meropis

Jason Conway relaxed into the sofa, or tried to, as the Doc introduced the concept of the session to him.
"I always admire a leader who is willing to do the difficult or unpleasant FIRST. Not that I expect that to be so in this case, however, I appreciate that you're busy. I won't take you on a traditional session, unless you'd LIKE to start that-that is, a whole recollection of your life and so on. Let's focus on the aftermath of the mission for now. How are you finding your stress levels since returning? Anything of importance to report-change in appetite, sleep, things like that?"
Well, that was something, Jason thought. He wasn't one for recounting his life story unless it was over a glass of whisky and a game of poker. If the room was full of cigar smokers and the house was his for the weekend then all the better. Still, he didn't know where to begin, the aftermath of the most recent mission, well that was right on the button now wasn't it.
"I err.. Well-" He shrugged but was cut off before he could begin. The Doc clearly sensed his agitation and restlessness.
"Also, before you begin, I just want to reassure you that whatever you tell me inside this office stays here; the report I send to the SG people at the end of this expedition will just be an overview. The details will stay with me, and I take every precaution to not let anyone see any notes, etc. It's important to me that you trust me, and I understand that that might be difficult, so I want to assure you that this is a safe place."
Jason relaxed by another degree, that was at least something.

He decided that beating around the bush was useless, and it would save them both time if he cut to the chase. This man would be able to tell and tease it out of him regardless of how well he played Poker. Yes, there was something that had been bothering him.
"I've been a General for a while now and I've been in service for what feels like a long, long time Roger...  And during that time I've... I've taken up a lot of positions of command. This one is by far, THE most exciting as well as intimidating posting I've ever had, but..."
He slowly blinked and took a deep breath. Gesturing toward the coffee urn on the table he looked at the Doctor questioningly, who encouraged him to go ahead. Jason poured some coffee into one of the few standard issue mugs provided. He stirred in a little milk and set the sthingy down on the empty plate provided. Taking a sip, the expedition's leader leaned back on the sofa, letting the coffee warm him inside and he looked back up at Roger,
"It's SM-2." He maintained eye contact with the Doc, not to intimidate him but more a plea for help, now was the chance to finally tell somebody,
"I sent out a brand new team that I had hand-picked on their very first mission. I authorized it and... Only one man came back." Shaking his head he slowly placed the mug down on the table between the two men,
"Don't get me wrong, I've lost a lot of people in combat. But not like this. Not this way... What... What do I tell their families?"

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[Dr. Roger Harrison]

0908
Roger's Office
Meropis

Roger settled back to listen. He was alert, listening for verbal clues, but he was also watching carefully, looking for the non-verbal body language cues that the General might or might not give off. That would lead Roger to a new line of questioning or confirmation-that was how he liked to do things, let the patient run the session unless they asked for a traditional theraputic approach, like Ms Macafferty preferred. At any rate, it seemed that Conway was calming down, which meant that Roger's precautions were working.

The man opened his mouth to speak, and Rog leaned forward a bit, respectfully, to make sure he heard properly.

I err.. Well... Roger paused. He knew that most people were uncomfortable at the beginning with the idea to start "wherever," but he found that unless it was pertainent, knowing the General's life story wasn't going to help him in the here and now. He let Jason get reorinted, and then the man went on.

I've been a General for a while now and I've been in service for what feels like a long, long time Roger... And during that time I've... I've taken up a lot of positions of command. This one is by far, THE most exciting as well as intimidating posting I've ever had, but..." The man paused for coffee. Stalling. Roger knew this; almost everyone did it until they were comfortable with him. He just sat silently, waiting for the General to get it together. Finally, the man blurted out the issue.

It's SM-2...I sent out a brand new team that I had hand-picked on their very first mission. I authorized it and... Only one man came back.Don't get me wrong, I've lost a lot of people in combat. But not like this. Not this way... What... What do I tell their families?" Roger was silent for a moment, considering. He nodded once, ok with the answer he was about to give.

Well. Two things to consider. One, the team was hand-picked, which meant that they were the best at what they did, correct? And two...the men knew the danger, I would assume. I have seen this team work under you, and while it's not perfect all the time, they seem comfortable enough with you that I suspect that if anyone of those people were in any form concerned, they'd discuss it with you. As for their families, you tell them this: Their sons died protecting our Planet from an inconcievable evil. They died heroes, and while you wish it were another way, you did the best you could. There will be fall out, but the families will be given counseling. It's never easy, is it? I did some work in medical school, and I remember one time when a patient was driving drunk, and killed a father and his young daughter...The woman was left with no family, of course...and while she is in a bit different situation, she struggled at first, but in time, she's come to accept it. I will see if I can speak to my collegaues on earth, and who is doing that assignment; perhaps something more can be done. It might be helpful for yourself if you made an unofficial report of it, not to file, but to keep for yourself, with what happened, and see if oyu can find the flaws in it. It might give you insight for...next time. He stopped to give Jason some time to think it over. He sipped some water before he went on.

The person who returned...have you spoken directly to him or her? That might help, as well.

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[Jason Conway]

0912
Roger's Office
Meropis

He took a deep breath and slowly blinked, calming himself as the Doctor nodded and absorbed Jason's outburst of 'concerns'. There was a short pause as Roger seemed to collect his thoughts and craft a reply in his mind, nodding to himself he took his turn,
"Well. Two things to consider. One, the team was hand-picked, which meant that they were the best at what they did, correct?" Jason nodded, they certainly were. He had spent countless hours on his laptop at home sifting through hundreds, if not thousands of personnel files. Staying up until it was light again just to choose the right people for his expedition. He knew a lot about most people before he'd even shaken their hand. Doctor Harrison continued,
"And two... The men knew the danger, I would assume. I have seen this team work under you, and while it's not perfect all the time, they seem comfortable enough with you that I suspect that if anyone of those people were in any form concerned, they'd discuss it with you. As for their families, you tell them this: Their sons died protecting our Planet from an inconceivable evil. They died heroes, and while you wish it were another way, you did the best you could."

Jason nodded, in the brief pause he took another sip of the coffee while it was still warm.
"There will be fall out, but the families will be given counseling. It's never easy, is it? I did some work in medical school, and I remember one time when a patient was driving drunk, and killed a father and his young daughter... The woman was left with no family, of course..." Jason looked up, where was the Doc going with this story? It sounded oddly familiar, like one of the missing person's background files...
"And while she is in a bit different situation, she struggled at first, but in time, she's come to accept it." Ah, she, Jason thought, painfully aware of McManus' background regarding the breakdown of his family and the loss of his daughter in a car accident.
"I will see if I can speak to my colleagues on Earth, and who is doing that assignment; perhaps something more can be done. It might be helpful for yourself if you made an unofficial report of it, not to file, but to keep for yourself, with what happened, and see if you can find the flaws in it. It might give you insight for... Next time." The Doc paused. Silence followed as the General absorbed what had just been imparted to him.

Roger sipped a glass of water, clearly noticing Jason's silence he opened up the dialogue again,
"The person who returned... Have you spoken directly to him or her? That might help, as well." Jason put the coffee cup down, he sensed that the roles were about to be reversed again and sighed.
"I have, briefly, as he stepped back through the Stargate, I haven't had a chance to have a formal meeting with him about it yet..." He couldn't put this off any longer. "Roger, do you remember when you first arrived here in the heat of an Etruscan siege?" The Doc nodded, "We were short of gene carriers, Captain Oliver asked you to accompany him on a rescue mission to save Sergeant Andrew McManus. You kindly agreed to help and you are a very brave man indeed..." Another awkward pause, "I don't know if you are aware of exactly who was on SM-2..."
Roger gave a short reply, Jason swallowed, his mouth now dry. He cricked his neck.
"Well... Missing, presumed dead... Captain Jacob Oliver, former executive officer of SM-2." He made eye contact with Roger again, finding it a little more difficult this time to maintain, "Missing, presumed dead. One Sergeant Andrew McManus, of SM-2." Another deep breath, "Confirmed K.I.A..." Another dry swallow, Roger gave him a look that told him it was okay to carry on, "First Sergeant Aira Koizumi... Confirmed Killed... In action... Corporal Ethan Francis Owens..." He fought back another gulp and reached for the coffee once more...

"Four men."

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[Dr. Roger Harrison]

0914
Roger's Office
Meropis Base

Roger listened, and took a couple of notes, while Conway replied.

I have, briefly, as he stepped back through the Stargate, I haven't had a chance to have a formal meeting with him about it yet...Roger, do you remember when you first arrived here in the heat of an Etruscan siege? At this, Rog gave a nod, and then let Conway continue, curious as to this line of thinking.

We were short of gene carriers, Captain Oliver asked you to accompany him on a rescue mission to save Sergeant Andrew McManus. You kindly agreed to help and you are a very brave man indeed...I don't know if you are aware of exactly who was on SM-2...

Roger smiled kindly.

Bravery is a cover for fear, General. I am aware, mostly, but refresh my memory.

Well... Missing, presumed dead... Captain Jacob Oliver, former executive officer of SM-2...Confirmed K.I.A...First Sergeant Aira Koizumi... Confirmed Killed... In action... Corporal Ethan Francis Owens...Four men." Roger did not miss the hint of emotion in the General's voice. He paused for a moment, gathering his thoughts.

General...four men who died giving thier all for their country. Words are shallow, I know that. But you did what you could. Aye, I did the best *I* could... As both a medic and a psychologist, Roger had done what he could to save some, but his efforts had been futile.

The fact that you feel emotion gives me great reassurance in your role as Commander in Chief. If you were cold and clinical about it, I'd feel worried...please don't feel like you're less of a leader for the losses. The rest of the team might need reassurance, but they're all strong, independent indivduals. They will be JUST fine, I can assure you. He sighed. He felt like it was time to move on a little,; to let the general process his words. He lowered his tone as he went on.

How are you finding things here on base? Anything you find amiss??

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[Jason Conway]

0919
Roger's Office
Meropis Base

The two men shared a moment of remorse for their fallen comrades. Conway sipped his coffee to calm himself as Roger spoke,
"General... four men who died giving their all for their country. Words are shallow, I know that. But you did what you could. Aye, I did the best *I* could..." Conway locked eye contact with the Doc, trying to somehow wordlessly convey how thankful he truly was for the man's efforts. Lately there had been far too many medical staff that had tried and failed, too many that had asked to be transferred back to the SGC. The pressures of an alien galaxy weren't for everyone, but Conway was confident that the man sat in front of him could handle himself,
"The fact that you feel emotion gives me great reassurance in your role as Commander in Chief. If you were cold and clinical about it, I'd feel worried... please don't feel like you're less of a leader for the losses. The rest of the team might need reassurance, but they're all strong, independent individuals. They will be JUST fine, I can assure you." A pause followed, Conway contemplated things for a few moments, a rare gap to reflect on the journey so far, a welcome one. What a journey it had been. Doc Harrison continued, "How are you finding things here on base? Anything you find amiss?"

"Other than what we've discussed, generally things are okay here. I mean, what an opportunity, I would have been a fool to pass this up." Another sip of coffee, "I am aware of the... Burden, that I shoulder. Aware of our responsibility not just to Earth, but to those that we find here in this Galaxy, those that need protecting from the same monsters that slaughtered our team." He took another second to compose his thoughts, "I'm confident though..." He nodded, a smile creeping back across his complexion, "Confident in the people we have here, the team. Those that have answered the call and stepped through the wormhole behind me. People like you, Doc." He smiled and nodded, "People like you. What can I say? It's good to have you with us." Conway checked his watch, he suddenly became aware that they'd been chatting for nearly a good twenty minutes now, the coffee in his mug was even growing cold. He placed the cup down on the table, gently stretched his back and leaned toward Roger, "Listen, Doc. I really appreciate you're time. I can't stay too much longer, what with the schedule of the day... You've a hell of a job ahead of you. There are a few names I emailed you earlier this morning. If you'd be so kind as to check the list, I think those people..." He paused to choose his words carefully, "They could benefit from a chat, just to make sure they're okay. Some of us have had a rough time lately, not just physically but emotionally too." He smiled at the Doctor, the chat had been refreshing and twenty minutes well spent. If anything, Conway had needed to get it off his chest. SM-2 had been floating around in his mind for the past few days, he needed just somebody to know he how he felt and that somebody happened to be Roger Harrison.

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[Dr. Roger Harrison]

0920 Hours
Roger's Office
Meropis

Roger listened carefully to Conway's statements, as he usually did. This time, he took notes.

Other than what we've discussed, generally things are okay here. I mean, what an opportunity, I would have been a fool to pass this up...I am aware of the... Burden, that I shoulder. Aware of our responsibility not just to Earth, but to those that we find here in this Galaxy, those that need protecting from the same monsters that slaughtered our team. 

Roger sighed at that.

Yes, General. You would've been, in my opinion. May I make an educated, well-intentioned guess? The man nodded, and Roger went on. Well, the SG people aren't dummies. They install people into leadership positions that can hold their own... He paused again, letting Jason reflect on this.


From a psychology point of view, I would suggest that you have a deep, one-to-one conversation with Callaghan. I can even mediate, if you'd like. From a friend point of view, I would let him come to you...or me. From there, I can alert you if I feel it warrants further discussion. Sadly, this is one of those calls you need to make on your own. But I trust you can. He stopped again, sipping at some coffee to let Conway process this. When the man spoke again, Roger nodded. 


"Listen, Doc. I really appreciate you're time. I can't stay too much longer, what with the schedule of the day... You've a hell of a job ahead of you. There are a few names I emailed you earlier this morning. If you'd be so kind as to check the list, I think those people...They could benefit from a chat, just to make sure they're okay. Some of us have had a rough time lately, not just physically but emotionally too. 


I got that list, thank you, and have requested to see them all. I do see Miss Maccafferty in an hour as well; she's struggling with things here. Mayhaps you can find an older female to assign to sort of help her? She doesn't do well interacting with men, but she seems to need a mother-type figure. Any help there is appreciated. And, if you're done, you're free to go and send in the next person...just remember that I am here whenever you might need a place to talk. Or just to sit in silence. I keep it quiet... Roger smiled, and stood to escort the man out.


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[Jason Conway]

0926 Hours
Roger's Office
Meropis

The meeting was wrapping up and Conway felt a breath of fresh air run through him. It may have only been a simple twenty minute chat but boy had it made a difference. Roger wanted to run something by the General before he left,
"I do see Miss Maccafferty in an hour as well; she's struggling with things here. Perhaps you can find an older female to assign to sort of help her? She doesn't do well interacting with men, but she seems to need a mother-type figure. Any help there is appreciated. And, if you're done, you're free to go and send in the next person... Just remember that I am here whenever you might need a place to talk. Or just to sit in silence. I keep it quiet..."
Jason smiled as he stood up and shook hands with the Doctor,
"I'll see what I can do on that front. I think Captain Chicago Eastlyn might be the ideal mentor. I've chosen the teams carefully Roger and she is more than just an inspirational leader..." He paused, assessing the Doctor for a moment, "We've both read Miss Maccafferty's file. I want her to feel safe out here. The decision to transfer her to Meropis wasn't taken lightly but it is for the best. I know there is patient confidentiality and all that but please... If you get so much as a whiff of somebody trying something, you tell me." He nodded at Roger who nodded back. He was still unsure if the Doctor would ever break that confidentiality, but he'd put his thoughts out there anyway. Roger saw Jason to the door, he closed it behind him. In the hallway the General noticed the next person sat waiting to go in for the 0930 appointment. He smiled,
"Ah, good to see you here. Enjoy." With a polite nod he set off back towards his office.

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[Aear Charter]

0927
Roger's Office

Aear sat awaiting his appointment with Doc Harrison. Not something he really wanted to do but he had promised Fee he would try, and here he was butterflies in his stomach nervously awaiting the dreaded time. He spotted Jason leaving, who smiled at him and greeted. Aear returned a weak smile and rolled his eyes at the Enjoy comment. Yeah relieving his past was going to be a blast, he was just glad he wasn't able to use any proper magic still. If he ended up in a flashback his magic was not going to help things when he lashed out at his memories.

Aear stood and walked to the door. He held a hand to the door to knock and hesitated. He took a deep breath and knocked perhaps a little too softly, but it would seem the Doc heard him and called him in. Aear strolled over and silently took a seat. This was going to be a long session.

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[Dr. Roger Harrison]

0927
Roger's office
Infirmary

Roger led the CO out of his office. It was nice to chat with him; Roger was confident that the man would be OK. His final comment made Roger smile.

I'll see what I can do on that front. I think Captain Chicago Eastlyn might be the ideal mentor. I've chosen the teams carefully Roger and she is more than just an inspirational leader...We've both read Miss Maccafferty's file. I want her to feel safe out here. The decision to transfer her to Meropis wasn't taken lightly but it is for the best. I know there is patient confidentiality and all that but please... If you get so much as a whiff of somebody trying something, you tell me. He nodded gravely.

Absolutely. I look forward to speaking to both women; of course, I won't mention to Fiona that it was arranged, but she tends to tell me things. If anything of note comes up, you'll be the first to know. As the other man headed for the door, and spoke to the next patient, Roger smiled. He nodded to Mr. Charter, his next appointment.

Mr. Charter, I can see you now, if you'd like. He took note of the silent way that the man took a seat, and Roger settled in. He looked to the young man.

Allow me to properly introduce myself. Dr. Roger Bernard Harrison, lately of DC. How are you today, sir? Roger didn't smile, but he kept his visage pleasant. The older man had read as much as he could about Aear, and knew a bit of him through his sessions with Fiona. He would begin slowly, however, and allow Aear to speak when he was ready. No pushing. Roger was no dummy; he knew when to push and when to let things unfold naturally.

Can I interest you in something to drink? Some tea, perhaps?! I understand you don't like water...

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[Aear Charter]

0928
Roger's office

Aear watched as Roger sat opposite him, the man kept his body language cool but welcoming. He supposed that would make things easier.

Allow me to properly introduce myself. Dr. Roger Bernard Harrison, lately of DC. How are you today, sir?

Aear is fine. Same as usual I guess. Aear spoke rather coldly, he didn't really intend it that way but he didn't want to be here or talk about the things he knew he had to and it showed probably more so to Roger then anyone else.

Can I interest you in something to drink? Some tea, perhaps?! I understand you don't like water...

Aear shook his head at the word drink and stop suddenly at the mention of water. There was a hint of fear in his eyes, he couldn't touch the stuff, hell most liquids made him feel uncomfortable and whilst he's magic was pretty much zero right now that didn't stop him being a danger to himself and others in an episode. I'm sorta... Allergic to water...

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[Dr. Roger Harrison]

0928
Roger's Office
Infirmary, Meropis

Roger was ready; his notebook was flipped to a fresh page, and his pen was poised to write. He was treading carefully with Aear; Roger's psychology training had taught him about body language, and Aear's was pretty much plain English. The young man was fearful, and hid a quiet intelligence behind his screw-up behavior. But under THAT, there was more. A fear of something, a pain, a wisdom beyond his years. That's what Roger hoped to tap into if he could.

Aear spoke.

Aear is fine. Same as usual I guess. His tone was cold and harsh. Roger raised an eyebrow, and responded. He wasn't taking it personally.

Well, I hope your usual is good, then... Roger went on. Why do you guess? Don't you know how you're feeling? I usually do... He paused, letting Aear speak.

I'm sorta... Allergic to water... Roger nodded, and made a note.

I am sorry. I will make a note, and be sure not to ask you again...anything else you are allergic or have an aversion to? I want this to be a safe place for all... Roger said, using his fingers to draw a square in the air to illustrate his point.

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[Aear Charter]

0928
Roger's Office
Meropis

Aear watched Roger quietly trying to figure out the man's game plan. While Aear often played the childish fool that itself was also part of his bluff. Forcing people to underestimate him, yet the doctor opposite him, something told him that was not the case here, the normal games weren't going to work and he was going to have to come up with a new plan. Aear waited for the man to make his move. Watching and waiting.

Well, I hope your usual is good, then... Roger went on. Why do you guess? Don't you know how you're feeling? I usually do...

And there it was. Aear couldn't help but grin for a second, the game had begun and Roger had made his move. Aear put his composure back together before he spoke. Not always, have to think about it sometimes. Again to the cold detachment and the return to watching. From the other side he imagined it to be quite irritating, especially for Roger who was tasked with 'getting to know him'.

I am sorry. I will make a note, and be sure not to ask you again...anything else you are allergic or have an aversion to? I want this to be a safe place for all...

Most liquids will do it actually, if you get them on me. Suppose it's a good thing I can't lash out magically right now. Aear baited the trap and leaned back in his chair. Let's see if he'd take the bait.

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