Analyze This!! (OPEN to all!)

[Blueberry Yagami]

1008
Roger's Office

Blueberry watched Roger smile as he settled in across from her. He looked like he'd already formulated some sort of random psych plan that probably had no actual basis on her seeing as he'd only read her file. Blueberry mentally rolled her eyes, it was the typical psych eval crap. They think they've figured her out just from reading her file and it takes her to show them they really had no clue.

Some water or tea?

Ja, ocha kudasai. Ok, so Blueberry new exactly how to ask for tea in English, she just didn't want to. She was curious though as to what kind of tea Roger would offer. She wasn't really used to this black tea they had over in the west, that and milk in tea? Bloody Americans. Always messing with things they shouldn't be.

Miss Yagami, it's nice to see you. What I hope to achieve today is to see how you're coming along on this mission...if there's any crises you might have come upon, or if there's any pressing health concerns, or if you just need to chat, that's what today is for, ok? I am sure if you have had a psych eval before, but just so oyu know that whatever you tell me will remain confidential...I won't even tell the Creator, ok?

Blueberry blinked at Roger. She hadn't been out of Japan all that long and while she had always wanted to be in space couldn't it be a little less... Westernised? Creator? Masaka, Kami-sama? It was not a term Blueberry had encountered before. Aside from not being away from home very long Blue didn't do socialising. She saw it as an irrelevant waste of time.

Kind of boring in here, isn't it? I suppose I should make some posters or something for the walls. What might YOU suggest?

Without making any facial expression Blueberry whipped out her tablet, brought up a picture of an anime mecha suit. That would make the place a lot brighter, and they WERE in space, hell why not get the engineering team to start building some? Like the military apes wouldn't jump at them.

Tag: Dr. Roger Harrison

[Dr. Roger Harrison]

1008
Roger's Office

Roger blinked once at Blueberry's use of Japanese phraseology. One thing in her file was that she had a perfect grasp of English, but would not use the terms. Not that he didn't kind of understand; if he were a visitor someplace, he'd at least TRY to use their words, but then, the inverse was also true.

He just indicated the tray of teabags, sugar, and milk for her. He didn't have any himself-he preferred coffee, usually, and today was no exception. He waited for her before he spoke.

Ja, ocha kudasai... Creator? Masaka, Kami-sama? He nodded.

Yes, Creator. God. In whatever form he appears to each person...or not all. In that case, I might say spirit or collective conciousness or something. He looked at her as she messed around on her tablet for a moment, and brought up a picture of an anime spider-like creature. Without changing his visage, he replied.

Unfortunately, I don't think that's appropriate for a psychologist's office. BUT posters aren't a bad idea. I will see what I can do. So, how are you today, Miss Yagami? He segued into the meat of it.

Tag:Blueberry Yagami

[Blueberry Yagami]

1009
Roger's office

Blueberry got up, moved over to the indicated tray and looked over what was offered. Green teabags. Not exactly what she was after, she preferred properly brewed tea but it was something. She turned to look at Roger whilst simply pointing at them. She didn't know about other cultures but in Japan if someone offered you a drink they were expected to make it. .

Yes, Creator. God. In whatever form he appears to each person...or not all. In that case, I might say spirit or collective conciousness or something.

That was what she thought he was referring to. Though he'd covered pretty much every type of god one might refer to. Personally Blue found the idea preposterous. Who in their right mind would make something as fundamentally flawed as humanity? Let alone deal with them. Though the collective conciousness idea was intriguing. Though it rang to much of what that cat creature liked to talk about. Whilst Blue liked the idea of this magic he kept going on about he tended to drone on about it. That and his ego problems. She was curious however as to Roger's beliefs. Anata wa?

Unfortunately, I don't think that's appropriate for a psychologist's office. BUT posters aren't a bad idea. I will see what I can do.

Blueberry stared at the man. Inappropriate? You do realise we're in space right? What part of a girl in a mech suit is inappropriate?

So, how are you today, Miss Yagami?

Blueberry stared at Roger some more. Why must people always ask her such irritating questions? She half glared at the man whilst she decided how to answer. Shigoto.

Tag: Dr. Roger Harrison

[Dr. Roger Harrison]

1009
Roger's office

He was a little unsure as to why Blueberry was just SITTING there. No one ever got ahead by just sitting around. Then he realized that she wanted him to pour out, so he did, carefully adding some almost-boiling water to her styrofoam cup, and carefully dunked the teabag in. He usually preferred loose-leaf tea in a tea ball, but it just wasn't practical for serving large numbers of people. He indicated the cream and sugar, and then poured himself a..was it fourth now?...cup of coffee. Yeah, he should probably switch to tea soon, if he were going to be able to sleep that evening. Getting old was seriously bollocks.

Finally, Blueberry spoke.

Anata wa? Roger took this to mean "what?" as they'd just been discussing faith. He shrugged a little; he had been raised Catholic, though not strict, unless you counted being forced to attend a Catholic first and jr school as "strict". The stupid uniform, dumb rules, and mean old nuns were something he'd rather forget about. He tried to explain.

I was raised Catholic, but now I just think that there's something, nameless, shapeless, faceless, that helps us to determine who we are. Everything else, right from wrong, that's up to us, however. Agnostic was the term he would apply to it, but Roger tried to stay away from anything controversial-he had a job to do, and that job had nothing to do with his personal beliefs.

She continued.

You do realise we're in space right? What part of a girl in a mech suit is inappropriate? He smiled kindly.

For the same reason I would tell a female that it would be inappropriate to have a half-dressed superhero hanging on the lockers. It smacked a little bit of sexism, and Roger always TRIED to be fair. Just becasue he was a human didn't mean that he couldn't behave in a more enlightened manner. Besides, he didn't WANT an anime character on his walls. He asked her how she was, and she glared at him. That was new, but hey, at least he knew where he stood.

Shigoto. He shrugged.

I really want to know. There's no right or wrong answer, ok? If you're simply feeling neutral, then say that.

Tag:Blueberry Yagami

[Blueberry Yagami]

1010
Roger's Office

Blueberry watched as Roger poured out her tea and dunked the teabag. He was careful about it but she supposed being afraid of pain was a normal response. She grabbed herself some sugar and a stirrer, she need some more energy if she was going back to work after this, retook her seat and settled in. Not too much however, she wanted to be out of here and get back to things. There we're too many computers that needed updating most of them being simply outdated, not by much but if the rest of the base wanted them running properly a lot of work had to be done.

I was raised Catholic, but now I just think that there's something, nameless, shapeless, faceless, that helps us to determine who we are. Everything else, right from wrong, that's up to us, however.

She listened attentively as Roger explained a little of his childhood and his belief system. Something that showed us who we are huh? Well they need to come and pay her a visit a tell her what she was supposed to be doing in the grand scheme of things then.

For the same reason I would tell a female that it would be inappropriate to have a half-dressed superhero hanging on the lockers.

Wasn't the point of having something of your own TO decorate it how you wanted? Not that Blue knew much about the idea, it just wasn't her thing. She liked to be organised and efficient. Not clinical however, she liked to have a few nice things she just didn't like being distracted.

I really want to know. There's no right or wrong answer, ok? If you're simply feeling neutral, then say that.

Blueberry blinked at the doctor. He really needed to brush up on his Japanese. I was working.

Tag: Dr. Roger Harrison

[Dr. Roger Harrison]

1010
Roger's Office

Roger watched as Blueberry made herself comfortable again. She helped herself to some sugar; wasn't that odd for Asians? The Brits were a bit formal and self-centered about tea, thinking they were the only ones who did it right, never mind that tea had been drunk in India and Asia for thousands of years before the Brits found it. Not that he had a lot of room to talk, being technically Scottish; THOSE people made tea out of whatever they had lying about, kind of how Russians made vodka from anything from cabbage to old shoes.

She looked at him, and blinked.

I was working. He nodded, indeed she WAS.

I am aware of that, Ms. Yagami. I meant more or less in the abstract way. How are you in general? Are you avoiding stress? Do you feel safe here? Things like that. I didn't exactly mean in the here and now, although that's a fine place to start. You work with Miss Maccafferty. How do you two get on? He hadn't ever asked Fiona how she felt about her colleagues here, though Fee usually never gave him a CHANCE.

Tag:Blueberry Yagami

[Blueberry Yagami]

1011
Roger's Office

I am aware of that, Ms. Yagami. I meant more or less in the abstract way. How are you in general? Are you avoiding stress? Do you feel sefu here? Things like that. I didn't exactly mean in the here and now, although that's a fine place to start. You work with Miss Maccafferty. How do you two get on?

Blueberry stared back at Roger as she thought about the answers to his questions. She'd never been one to complain about having a whole bunch of questions thrown at her at once, just take a moment and answer them one by one. Though that usually meant she'd answer a bunch of rhetorical questions without realising. Shigoto. Again I was working in response to 'How are you?'. Tabu. She didn't know if she was avoiding stress per say but she didn't feel stressed so probably. Sefu ja nai. No she didn't feel safe in a city that was falling apart and seemed to come under attack every other week. Shigoto. Again the word for work. How did she get on with Maccafferty? They worked that's how.

Tag: Dr. Roger Harrison

[Dr. Roger Harrison]

1011
Roger's Office

Roger sighed, a tired sigh. He was going to have to change his tract with Blueberry, obviously, after a series of non-answers followed.

Shigoto....Tabu.Sefu ja nai. Shigoto He smiled lightly.

It's interesting that you cite "working" as a "feeling." Has no one ever taught you the difference between doing and feeling? He extracted the smiley-face chart from his pocket again, and handed it to Blue.

THOSE words are feelings. YOUR words are doing. It's ok to feel like we're doing things, but it's necessary to talk about what you feel. Even if what you feel is nothing, I promise you-that's important. He tried something else.

What do you like best about your work so far?

Tag:Blueberry Yagami

[Blueberry Yagami]

1011
Roger's office

It's interesting that you cite "working" as a "feeling." Has no one ever taught you the difference between doing and feeling?

Blueberry reached out to take the chart thing that she was handed. Just a bunch of faces with emotions attached to them. She knew what emotions were, she just wasn't sure she knew whether she felt them or not.

THOSE words are feelings. YOUR words are doing. It's ok to feel like we're doing things, but it's necessary to talk about what you feel. Even if what you feel is nothing, I promise you-that's important.

Nope she still didn't get it. What was she supposed to do with this? How DID she feel? Well right now she was getting a little irritated that she couldn't figure it out. Wakanai! She spoke a little sharply the problem getting to her a little as she scowled the chart.

What do you like best about your work so far?[/b]

Blueberry blinked and looked up placing a finger on her chin to think. Shizuka It was quiet. THAT was what she liked about work. When people didn't bother her, when she was left to her own devices. Why couldn't SHE pick and choose when she interacted with people?

Tag: Dr. Roger Harrison

[Dr. Roger Harrison]

1011
Roger's office

At least Blue was keeping her Japanese to single-word phrases; his pocket translator didn't do well with full conversations. He was finding himself wanting to shake this woman, to make her look him in the eye and talk to him, but of course, he was far too professional, and polite, for that. So instead he kept trying.

Wakanai!... His translator had this as "I don't know" and indeed, she seemed frustrated. Interesting. He was slowly coming upon a diagnosis, but he wanted to be sure. So he would press further.

Well, it's ok to not know, like I said. And obviously, you don't like not knowing. So maybe it's time we gave you some words for things so that you CAN know, hmm? He said this matter-of-factly, but the tone was gentle. He let Blueberry look at the faces for another minute.

Shizuka He sighed. She liked the quiet.

Yes, I like the peace and quiet, as well, usually. Miss Yagami, if you don't want to be here, why don't you go ahead and go for now, and come back to see me when YOU want to? I would like to speak with you again; if nothing else, maybe you can teach me a little bit of your language. I would also like to talk to you about some things going on...would you be willing to come agains some other day? Now the ball was in her proverbial court. She could leave, or she could stay, but whatever she chose, now it would be her choice.

Tag:Blueberry Yagami

[Blueberry Yagami]

1012
Roger's Office

Blueberry was still staring at the sheet of paper with a whole bunch of faces on them. She just didn't get it, nothing would click and she was only growing more frustrated by the second.

Well, it's ok to not know, like I said. And obviously, you don't like not knowing. So maybe it's time we gave you some words for things so that you CAN know, hmm?

I know what they are! Snapping again Blueberry threw the paper back to the table. She wanted to burn the paper and be done with it. She didn't like this feeling, she wanted to go back to... Well as far as she could tell, feeling nothing.

Yes, I like the peace and quiet, as well, usually. Miss Yagami, if you don't want to be here, why don't you go ahead and go for now, and come back to see me when YOU want to? I would like to speak with you again; if nothing else, maybe you can teach me a little bit of your language. I would also like to talk to you about some things going on...would you be willing to come agains some other day?

Blueberry stood up. Shigotoru. She was going back to work if they were done here. She turned back to Roger before she did leave. When do you want me to come back? If he was going to wait for her to want to interact with someone then it was going to a long wait and they were both going to be old.

Tag: Dr. Roger Harrison

[Dr. Roger Harrison]

1015
Roger's Office

Roger sighed. He disliked those times when he couldn't help someone, but then, there wasn't much he could do when someone didn't WANT his help. That was the thing with Aear, at least-he could tell that below the surface, the alien had needed, had WANTED a different outlook. Blueberry didn't seem to want that, even beyond what he suspected was some sort of personality disorder.

I know what they are! He let her be for a moment. She might KNOW what they are, but she wasn't willing to SAY so, so he couldn't do much but talk at her, which he suspected would only serve to frustrate her more. Roger was kind, though, and wouldn't make her stay.

Well. That is good news...however, I can tell that it's killing you, being here, so go on. Get back to work. I have enough for now; you can pass your eval for the time being. It would be enough to send along in her personnel file, anyway, until he could talk to the General; he didn't want to make a diagnosis that would require anyone to be sent home with a discharge notice. That was NOT a way to make friends.

Shigotoru...When do you want me to come back? When she was ready, but then, what if she never WAS?? He made a quick descision.

4 pm Friday. It's usually slow here; we'll have plenty of time. By then, he'd also have time to talk to Conway. I would appreciate it if you maybe jotted down a few things you'd like to talk about-it could be ANYTHING. Really. Anything goes. Maybe that would at least get her to open up a bit.

Tag:Blueberry Yagami

[Tom Chambers]

1016
Roger's Office.

Bloody Doctors, they were all the bloody same, want you to open up and tell you what they were, thinking soon as you did they pulled you from duty and yanked your weapons from you, he'd protested to that bloody ship flight Lieutenant, who'd apparently done everything he could, it seemed not even the Aussie officers were any good in this god forsaken galaxy.

Waiting was the most painful thing of it all. He'd been sent here by that Irish doctor, she was lucky, if it had been the US Airforce doctor, he'd be up on charges right about now, would have punched the poor blighters lights out or gone down trying. Now he'd resolved to do everything he knew he had to, even pretend everything is alright if it was what it came to, though he just hoped telling him his reasons for flying off the rail infront of doctor Kells would save him, all he needed to look act like everyone else was a pub, some beer and some mates to whinge at, then he'd be all right, just as he'd almost spat at the doctor, luckily he kept himself just enough in check, buy he still felt betrayed, not that after saying that he hadn't half expected to end up here, but stipped of his weapons and away from his brick was to far and boy it was lucky he could repair damage, his quarters hadn't looked so great once he'd gotten back to them.

So when a small asian looking woman left, he took his opportunity. He calmly stood up and began to walk into the man's office, there was nothing wrong with him, besides telling the truth and speaking his mind, doctor-patient confidentialty was far gone these days, he could even do what he needed to which was to vent without something looking amiss, 'no body is bloody perfect, as much as Glavish beleives he is' he thought as he walked through the door. 

The Lance Corporal ground his teeth, he wasn't going to sit, it was time to put on a show, even though he figured the Harrison wasn't a complete fool, to many perfect answers and something was terribly wrong and they all had to be a tad insane to come out here right.

He stood slightly more relaxed than military at ease on the opposite side of the desk to the shrink. "Lance Corporal Tom J Chambers Australian Army appearing as..." he paused briefly, it was technically an order. "Ordered." He had chosen Expedition transition for today, it seemed, appropriate he was either going to transit into history, missery and failure, or back on course, but that was out of his hands. THAT was certainly the worst part, he still hasn't even particularly looked at the man, it wasn't due to the physicals of the Doctor but his job and position. He hoped Harrison would get the message, flim flam was not going to be taken terribly well untill he got his hands back on his MK III SLP.

<TAG:Dr. Roger Harrison(Hope I didn't barge in on blueberry finishing, sorry Aear if I did, but cass said it was open in the cbox a couple days ago.)>

[Dr. Roger Harrison]

1020
Roger's Office
Infirmary

Roger was ready for Lance Corporal Chambers' arrival. He took just a moment to note Blueberry's next appointment before bringing up Siobhan's email once more. He listened to the man for a moment, keeping his gaze steady on the Marine.

Lance Corporal Tom J Chambers Australian Army appearing as...ordered.[/b] Roger just nodded a moment. He thought for a second about how to approach this, and chose to start off with niceities. He didn't CARE if Tom had a job to do; so did he, and the Army corporal needed to calm down a bit, Roger could tell.

Coffee? Tea? Water? Australian Army? How is it Down Under? I've always wanted to go, but haven't had a chance. I was planning to take Lucy, my wife, for our honeymoon, but I had my liscensing exam day after, so that didn't happen. Roger hated to start without at least a LITTLE background about the patient. He sighed. He wished the man would sit; looking at him standing there was making Roger nervous. Of course, Roger was a little prone to it, anyway, but he wouldn't force the issue.

You might WANT to sit, Chambers. Can I call you Tom?! It could take a while, but whatever is most comfortable for you. Yes, you WERE ordered, I suppose, but before we start, I want to tell you-what you share with ME is private. I am a civillian, and not bound by the UCMJ to report all things to your superiors, ok?! Dr. Kells and General Conway will only get from me a go or no-go, depending on what we decide here today, ok? I leave the details out. He wanted to let Tom know that this was a safe place. Roger wondered if his hair grew bigger with each patient; the secrets he carried should cause him to have Fabio hair by now. He wished there was a way to make that a THING. Now, Roger got right to business.

What the HELL happened in there, Corporal? Roger raised an eyebrow, ready to listen. He hoped that Tom would lay it all out; Roger was a big boy and could handle it, even the physical. Not that he WANTED or EXPECTED that, but he was always prepared for it. He didn't wish to send ANYONE home, or remove them from duty, but Dr. Kells had a legitimate concern, and it was his job to either confirm or allay that concern.

Tag:Ryan Decker. I hope Tom is OK with this taking a bit; Roger isn't drawing it out on purpose, it just takes awhile to get to the meat of things.

[Tom Chambers]

1021
Roger's Office
Meropis

Doctor Harrison was just gazing a tom as he stood there and explained his presence in the mans office, Tom was still quite angry, and he had a feeling the doctor knew that. But It seemed Roger was going to come across nicely.

"Coffee? Tea? Water? Australian Army? How is it Down Under? I've always wanted to go, but haven't had a chance. I was planning to take Lucy, my wife, for our honeymoon, but I had my liscensing exam day after, so that didn't happen."

Tom ground his teeth again, this was pointless, but it was something that he would have to suffer through. "It's alright, nothing bad nothing particularly extra great." The man's story about wanting to go he had no real reason to doubt him but it was probably just small talk. 

"You might WANT to sit, Chambers. Can I call you Tom?! It could take a while, but whatever is most comfortable for you. Yes, you WERE ordered, I suppose, but before we start, I want to tell you-what you share with ME is private. I am a civillian, and not bound by the UCMJ to report all things to your superiors, ok?! Dr. Kells and General Conway will only get from me a go or no-go, depending on what we decide here today, ok? I leave the details out." Tom ground his teeth probably just loud enough for the man to hear. he then nodded and sat down, it still a very forceful and stiff sitting posture. 

"Tom is fine, is there anything you would prefer to be or not to be called Doctor Harrison?" Tom asked the deliberateness of his words and neutral tone clear. "Well, I sure hope it is." He paused thinking of thw words he was going to use. "I'm not as bound by the US UJMC as you might think, but I doubt Flight Lieutenant Decker would think much of what you told him from this, I'm sure he would understand." He thought it over, Harrison might not know that Decker was the Australian CO, but he knew what the man was getting to.

The combat engineer was shocked by the directness of the psychologist. "What the HELL happened in there, Corporal?" Tom's eyes narrowed slightly. "that would depend on who you asked, as for me, I followed instructions, and Doctor Kells overreacted." He sighed and finally relaxed a little into the chair. "She asked why I was apparently so unwelcoming to British and Americans, so I answered." He paused. "Truthfuly." He finished off.

He look down, now he was starting to get nervous he had moved his hands together left over the right to stop it from visibly shaking, he could go through a gun battle but faced with a man with no physical weapons, he was nervous, now he was angry at himself. "And I still don't have my answer to the question I wanted to ask, but that isn't why we are here, is it?" He half asked, damn he'd let out, he was somewhat scared of being related to the ancients, he could control some of the most powerful technology, and one of the few people to not have been entirely artificial.

<TAG:Dr. Roger Harrison>