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Post by Lady Violet on Nov 6, 2004 2:54:28 GMT -5
"He will only be reprogrammed if he demonstrates disloyalty to Red Infinity. You should only worry if you believe you have reason to worry."
I welcome the psychologist into my office and offer him a seat.
"Wonderful, I think we need to work on universalizing psychiatric care. Even today, many people do not have access to counceling and medications, this is especially so in rural areas. I added mental health issues to the current 5 year plan."
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Post by Draconius Freud on Nov 6, 2004 2:57:16 GMT -5
"It is good that you have, Ms. Violet. I have found the general psychological state of most people to be appalling. Which reminds me, have you had a psychological examination recently? Or your friend, for that matter? It may be a good idea, it would help boost acceptance of the newer measures."
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Post by Lady Violet on Nov 6, 2004 3:00:17 GMT -5
"I would gladly go to a few counceling sessions with you. I think that my mental state is not the best, with all the stress and confusion in my life. Luckily I work too much to think about it."
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Post by Erika "Zwei" Faust on Nov 6, 2004 3:00:54 GMT -5
"I have no reason to worry about his loyalty." I say. Nonetheless I will have to tell him about this before asking him to follow me.
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Post by Draconius Freud on Nov 6, 2004 3:02:11 GMT -5
I bob up and down happily.
"Of course, of course Ms. Violet. Because of your importance to the party, I shall personally evaluate you, of course. When you have time, you have but to come to my office, I shall be more than happy to give you a full evaluation."
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Post by Lady Violet on Nov 6, 2004 3:03:55 GMT -5
"That is all, Erika, you may go."
I turn to the dragon. "We could have a session right now as long as you are here. I hardly get the time to go to the Ministry of Psychology in St. Petersburg."
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Post by Erika "Zwei" Faust on Nov 6, 2004 3:06:13 GMT -5
"Thank you, milady." I say. I walk out of the office, then teleport back to Mitya's room and say to Despair "Well, you are going to be allowed back in."
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Post by Draconius Freud on Nov 6, 2004 3:07:15 GMT -5
"Of course Ms. Violet," I say. "I assume you know the coordinates to my office and how to teleport there? If so, you may do so, and I will be with you shortly."
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Post by Steve Fox on Nov 6, 2004 3:10:45 GMT -5
Steve turns around as his english muffin pops up from the toaster. He grabs the burning hot bread and pulls the pair of flat muffins apart, spreading grape jelly onto them.
Setting the plate down he returns to the oranges he is jucing. A good breakfast. Sitting down and munching ideally on a muffin half he looks towards Cynthia's room.
She's not up yet apparently. He wanted to talk to her. Hopefully she got up before he had to leave for work.
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Post by Lady Violet on Nov 6, 2004 3:11:57 GMT -5
"Yes, I do." I lock up my office and teleport to his office. I sit and wait for him to join me. If nothing else, this will be an interesting experience.
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Post by Mitroshka von Nadyezhda on Nov 6, 2004 3:15:06 GMT -5
((I was told that I was posted to, so I'm going off a rough description.))
"Oh, er... hello," I say awkwardly.
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Post by Draconius Freud on Nov 6, 2004 3:17:00 GMT -5
I stop by my lair to collect some of my copies of Freud's work. Though I have them all memorized, I would not insult Lady Violet by not making the appropriate preparations. Thus having completed this, I teleport to my office.
"Lie down there, Ms. Violet, and we may begin," I say, gesturing towards a well-cushioned divan in the corner.
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Post by Despair on Nov 6, 2004 3:17:09 GMT -5
Despair's expression brightens. "Really? Then, they still have faith in me. I still have purpose." He is so happy that he puts his arms around her in a tight embrace, but backs off when he notices Mitya. He is not sure how to act around her son.
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Post by Erika "Zwei" Faust on Nov 6, 2004 3:20:16 GMT -5
I smile at Despair, but then grow serious. I dim my eyes then turn to face my son. "Hello, my son. This is Despair, a friend of mine." I too feel ackward around this young man. He is my son, but I know next to nothing about him.
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Post by Mitroshka von Nadyezhda on Nov 6, 2004 3:20:17 GMT -5
"Oh... er... hello," I say, somewhat nervously.
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