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[notmydiagnosis]

CHARACTERS: Crane and EVERYONE.
LOCATION: Crane's room
WARNINGS: Crazy
SUMMARY: Crane's door is open for all of his patients.
NOTES: I finally decided I'd throw up a log. TELL HIM YOUR PROBLEMS. PLEASE. EVERYONE.


[ Throughout the day, Crane's door is open. If you decide to walk in you'll see him with a pen and paper, waiting expectantly. He's hear to help your problems, Tranquility. He's here as a shoulder to cry on. ]

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[circumitus]

[One may not be here looking for a shoulder to cry on, but it's only a matter of time before a scar-faced woman peers around the corner of the doorway. It's a force of habit whenever walking into any new rooms. While she hasn't made any formal notice of her arrival, she was certain that she was expected -- sooner or later.]

Jonathan Crane, correct?

[Still going to hang out there in the doorway for a moment.]

[notmydiagnosis]

[ Crane takes it in. Crane observes everything, though maybe not as well as the Sherlocks aboard the ship he's quite astute and studying body language. It's the first thing he picked up on, first thing he ever truly learned. And Rey is pinging all sorts of interesting. ]

Correct.

[circumitus]

[She has a very stiff stature, and it doesn't change even after the realization that she'd come to the right place.]

Good.

Pretty sure I've been meaning to drop by for awhile.

[Rey doesn't move in just yet. Wouldn't want to be presumptuous that he's had time invested in her, now would we?]

[notmydiagnosis]

I don't believe we've been properly introduced--feel free to take a seat, miss.

[ He motions to the seat, his best smile on. Kind, calm. Even somewhat warm. ]

[myninjainfocard]

[Time in isolation, keeping to the genetics lab and futzing about while ignoring the rest of the ship as a whole had been one of the things Kabuto had been partaking of almost immediately after his arrival. He'd held no interest in the other beings on the ship unless they could be used to his advantage or among intelligence levels.

Only a few had made that list.

But this person he'd seen about the network, something that had made the man curious to see just how he would work. Psychiatrists and the like were pretty much unheard of in his world and someone claiming to work with the mind truly did intrigue him.

Thus he'd stopped short of the door, keeping his distance and putting on the happy mask of a slightly awkward and nerdy man. Typical fare.]

I can't say that I've spoken to you yet, but you seem to be offering an odd hospitality compared to the rest of the crew.

[notmydiagnosis]

Odd hospitality?

[ Crane hasn't seen him but that interests him all the more--the light smile, the awkward hunch. At first glance there's something dismissive about his stance.


Then again, Crane has spent years perfecting the exact same thing. Interesting doesn't begin to describe it. ]

How so?

[myninjainfocard]

[Years of practice and needing to act it out of necessity is probably the reason he seems to keep the stance rather well instead of fumbling about to keep up his act. His facial expression didn't change, just keeping to a calm bit of nervousness just for fun.]

Many aren't willing to share anything with others on this ship unless they were close in their worlds previously. Sort of a crowd mentality, the sheep that stay in their flock and rarely wander away from it.

Scared of the wolf that might be amongst them, the usual societal fears.

[notmydiagnosis]

Groupthink is a very popular defense mechanism, it's true.

[ He's still smiling, if just lightly. ]

I haven't seen you aboard the ship yet. Like keeping to the shadows?

[walksonrooftops]

[Asato's not actually here for therapy per se, although he's heard about Crane in passing. He's fine running to his friends for support if he needs it, and all in all he's actually surprisingly resilient. There's just one thing he's a little worried about, and that's confidence.

He's not sure why he needs it, but Chase had told him so, and Chase is pretty smart and has his best interest in mind, doesn't she? Maybe this man can help him with that.]

Hello?

[He just peeks in, ears pressed back flat. This guy looks like he knows what he's doing, at least.]

[notmydiagnosis]

[ Crane's head lifts as there's a voice that calls out to him--a meek voice. Shy. Hesitant. Easy, his mind whispers, and he glances over.

He's not expecting the cat ears. It's rather strange, but so is being on a ship. If anything, it's a chance to explore. A chance to see what goes on in a cat-man's mind. But for now, he slips on an easy smile, welcoming. Warm. ]

Hello. Don't be shy, have a seat. Or you could stand if it would make you feel more comfortable. [ He rises from his own chair, offering a hand. ]

[walksonrooftops]

I'll stand for now, if that's okay.

[He gently swats at the offered hand. Handshakes are still something he needs to learn about, although he's already had several people offer their hands to him this way.

This man doesn't feel threatening to him at all. He'd made a good choice, the right choice. This guy is going to help him out and things will be better than they were before; he'll be a stronger, more confident Asato. Or at least he hopes he will be.]

[notmydiagnosis]

It's-- [ No. Perhaps not the best time to introduce a hand shake. Crane puts on his best smile and nods about the other's words, sitting down himself and picking up his pen and pad of paper. ]

Well, my name is Dr. Jonathan Crane. Dr. Crane will work, or just Crane if you want. What can I help you with, Mr....? [ he trails off, waiting for a name. ]

[statsraaden]

[The cabinet is open. Good. Stats is coming to get some help in dealing with the recent events. He's been reminded of the war a little bit too much lately, and he's starting to feel paranoid about that.

It's not without a little apprehension that he comes in, though.]

Hello. I'm Stats. I've come for a first session, if you would.

[notmydiagnosis]

Stats? [ There's a brief moment as Crane shuffles the paper he has, drawing up a new page and immediately scratching something down. ]

Hello--I didn't expect someone as tall as you. Have a seat.

[statsraaden]

Thank you. [Stats sits down. He chuckles. Yes, he is tall, and... ? He decides to take it in stride.]

Well, you know what I'm here for. [He grins sheepishly.]

[notmydiagnosis]

Excellent. Well, my name is Doctor Jonathan Crane. [ He pauses, poised. Professional. The glimmer of who he really is hardly showing as he purses his lips as he begins to write. ]

I'm not sure if you're familiar with these things, but I need to tell you that this is a safe space--nothing you say here will leave the room. I'm here to make you comfortable.

idk why i did action tags this is prose B|

[heltersskelter]

[Tate had little better to do with his free time, when he isn't exploring the ship, than to follow those around that have sparked his interest. it isn't very many, not really. a handful of targets that boomerang between prey material and possible danger. people who have ideals as to how the ship should be run, people who will probably get them killed, people that Tate wants to be around. maybe because they're easy, maybe because he's looking.

but it's been such a long time since he's been around anyone. it's like the harmons moving into his house and bringing a flurry of interesting people with them. which was saying something. once upon a time, Tate wouldn't have given them the time of day.

still, he finds, he doesn't give much of a rat's ass about them.

as it stands, he notices that Crane has been getting more attention lately. he's offered his services as a psychiatrist, and the sheep that they are (gullible, weak) they flock to him. moths to flame. he sits in on some of them, invisible to the naked eye and lounging on the bed, his gaze moving between Crane and his patients.

eventually, though, the lulls come, and Tate reaches out with fingers like shadows.

today he wanders back from the lower passenger levels, he leans into the frame of Crane's door as he passes by. a curve of his spine, a snake with a cheerful smile.]

Knock knock.

OH MY GOD THIS POST I CAN'T I CAN'T THEY HAVEN'T EVEN TALKED YET SDGFHJK

[notmydiagnosis]

[ Knock knock. Crane doesn't have to look up to know who it is. His fingers curl around the pen he was using and he can't help the light smirk that crosses his features before he finally turns his head to look at him.

He's right, of course. It's Tate and it's Tate with that smile, the one Crane is no fool about. Tate is such a beautiful creature, so ready and willing, so alike. So dangerously twisted and so fixated on the concept of tearing people apart and showing their insides, what they're really like.

Smelling their fear. ]

Mr. Langdon. I haven't seen you for a while. Take a seat.

fufufufu

[heltersskelter]

You seemed busy.

[he drawls, and slides over the threshold with simple grace. not for the first time his gaze wanders the room, but it's more a show than anything. idly seeing if anything has changed (in the last three hours, it hasn't) as though he hasn't seen it for a while.

his hand dusts the back of the extra chair Crane has procured before he drops himself haphazardly into it.]

Getting lots of action, doctor?

[entrapments]

[ there are people on this ship that don't read right. which yeah, she figures is to be expected- especially if they're going to believe that they really are just a random sampling taken from a billion parallel universes or something. couldn't get a proper bundle without nabbing a few psychos along the way.

she doesn't have anything concrete. just inklings. feelings. curiosities that keep her attention on the communicator and her nights given over to walking around the ship.

hayley doesn't believe in psychiatry. but she does believe in learning, and her fingers still on the doorframe before she leans in- bottom lip pulled beneath her teeth uncertainly. ]

Um- hello?

[notmydiagnosis]

[ One of the face twins. When Crane speaks it's with warmth, a certain jovial tone that he only reserves for sessions. It's an attempt to get them to warm up to him, or at least put them at ease. In an odd way, it tends to put Crane at ease, too. ]

Hi. I don't believe we've been properly introduced?

[entrapments]

[ oh yeah, she knows that voice. not that she necessarily associates it with a false sense of security or a lack of legitimate concern on behalf of the person using it, but. it's the let me help voice. a doctor voice.

hayley takes one step into the doorway, then another- enough to bring her properly into view, even if her hands fiddle with themselves before her. anxious. shy. ]

No, um, we haven't.
My name's Hayley- Hayley Stark. Doctor Watson, he made an announcement about you, so I just thought maybe-

[bottlearum]

[Captain Jack Sparrow would never go into counciling. Ever. In his entire life. He does not believe that there is anything wrong with himself. He has a wonderful, beautiful ego and he is not afraid to show it.

However, there is a door open in the middle of the hallway and his natural curiosity of things makes him peer inside, eyebrow raised. He raises an eyebrow upon seeing ht man inside. He's seen him before, over the communication device. He doesn't know this mans name or anything, but he can't help but make a comment.]

Oi, mate. You're door's open.

[Y'know. Just in case you didn't know.]

[notmydiagnosis]

I'm aware of that.

[ Nonetheless, Crane takes one look at the other and his lips immediately twitch in to a smile. He's seen him around the communicators--rough way of talking, ending everything with odd--aah, yes. Pirate. ]

It's to invite people in.

[bottlearum]

[Jack gives a wary look around the room, trying to figure out Crane before Crane figures him out.]

Aye? For what?