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[lifetothefullest]

[So the fighting may be over, but that doesn't mean everything is going to be immediately fine. Finally having the time to really think about everything that's happened, and for everything to sink in, is going to make the next few days and weeks just as much of a challenge for some here as the last have been, if not more so.

But that is, hopefully, something he can help with, if at least a little. And there are new arrivals as well, who not only had to deal with the end of the invasion but also everything that goes along with suddenly finding themselves in an entirely new world, not to mention the sudden setting change too.

So he's trying to look as composed and calm as possible, which is a bit of a struggle since--like pretty much everyone else--he's exhausted and didn't get out of the whole ordeal with the Null entirely unscathed. Compared to some people he definitely fared better, but there's still a pretty obvious bruise across his cheekbone and around his eye; it's not too serious, but the main problem is that it's also not very helpful in looking as professional and put together as he's trying to appear.

Still, he's doing his best, and he lifts his chin a little and takes a deep breath before speaking.]

If anyone is injured, or just in need of somewhere safe to rest, the hot springs and the fire station are both serving as temporary locations for the clinic. Additionally, considering the seriousness and extent of everything that's happened in the last few weeks as well as the arrival of new people, it's worth reiterating that I'm a psychologist and so if anyone wants to talk, whether about recent events or otherwise, I'm available to meet.

[A short pause.]

I'm... Not exactly sure where, since my office doesn't exist anymore, and I probably should've thought about this before making this announcement...

[That would've been good planning, if he weren't so tired and scattered, but okay, refocus--]

But that can be decided on an individual basis. Additionally, if you'd like to respond privately, you can do so.

[And he includes a brief explanation of how to make a conversation private. With all of that out of the way, he'll put a filter on the post himself and add another message.]

[Private to friends and coworkers]

I hope you're all okay, and... If anyone who wants to let me know for sure that they are, that would be great.

[He's worried about everyone. :c]


[[ooc: Anyone on the Clinic staff list or who has positive CR will be included in this filter; feel free to assume your character's included if they and Lance know each other and are on good terms!]]

Comments

[evocation]

Apparently the FBI sucks, so I'm gonna guess the ice cream truck one.

[lifetothefullest]

[Okay, he has to laugh at that, because that's flawless logic.]

You're right.

[Booth may have once shot an ice cream truck with a clown sign on it, though, and Lance is forever sad he missed this event. And okay, another shot down, and he's really starting to feel the other kicking in.]

[evocation]

[She grins at him.]

See? I'm awesome at this.

[That's a lie.]

I got kidnapped by faeries once, and it sucked, and then I got kidnapped by a demon. And one time a dragon puked on me.

[lifetothefullest]

[He'll just let that lie slide; besides, he's considers her pretty awesome anyway.

And wow, what a set of statements; he's pretty sure he can't rely on his shrinky-senses any longer, but maybe he can go by what Harlan mentioned when they talked about his job.]

The demon?

[He remembers Harlan talking about faeries and dragons but nothing about demons, so he's making an educated guess.]

[evocation]

Nope. The dragon one was a lie. I don't even think dragons can puke.

[lifetothefullest]

[Okay, fine, he apparently just sucks at this. He's going to just blame all the mitigating factors and try not to be neurotic about losing at a drinking game.

...That sounds really pathetic, even to him, so back to the game.]

I kept a goat in my office for a few days during a case, I started college when I was 14, and I never learned how to swim.

[evocation]

[Kyna laughs, considering him.]

Okay, uh... You're a nerd, but you're not a college-at-14 nerd.

[lifetothefullest]

You underestimate my nerdiness, and I'm not sure whether that's a good thing or if I should be insulted.

[He's totally a college-at-14 nerd.]

I'm not the greatest swimmer in the world, but I'm at least decent.

[evocation]

Oh my God. You seriously started at 14? How?

[lifetothefullest]

I tended to get a little... Hyper-focused, as a kid?

[A nice way of putting it, but whatever. There were a lot of reasons he was so obsessed with advancing in school that he's not about to get into, but that's an easy and pretty truthful explanation.]

And I went to private school, so I had better opportunities for skipping grades and that sort of thing.

[evocation]

Jesus. Okay, okay. I underestimated your nerd cred.

[Which means another shot. It's definitely going to her head now.]

Uh... Shit. I can pick locks? And my brother had a dog named Lando. And, um... I've never broken a bone.

[lifetothefullest]

I'm pretty sure you've broken a bone.

[From what he knows of her altercation with Ephemera, anyway. Even if that weren't the case, he imagines her job is pretty dangerous.]

Picking locks is cool, though. I always wanted to learn to do that.

[He can pick handcuff locks, because it's kind of important to know how to do that when you're a cop, but he never did learn how to open normal locks.]

[evocation]

[Another shot for her. She's so screwed.]

Yeah, it's pretty neat. Tucker taught me. I'm not like, an expert, but I could teach you if you want.

[lifetothefullest]

[At least he's not a total failure.]

That'd be awesome; you never know when that might be useful.

[Also see? She has other skills.]

Um... I had a cat as a kid, I speak Spanish, and I once quit the FBI to play piano in fancy restaurants.

[evocation]

[This is getting harder and harder, honestly.]

Um... Shit. The first one?

[lifetothefullest]

[She's still somehow right, and he does another shot. He's definitely feeling the alcohol now, which is surely no surprise.]

Yeah. I always wanted a pet, but never ended up having one. Except the goat.

[That he mentioned earlier about having in his office. Fitz was cool, but alas, it was only for a few days.]

[evocation]

I have a cat. He's the worst. What were the fancy restaurants like? Snooty?

[lifetothefullest]

What's his name?

[Cats are awesome.]

Yeah, pretty snooty. I got to wear a vest.

[He says this like it's a good thing, but scrunches up his nose at the same time to indicate it isn't. He has mixed feelings about the whole thing.]

I also didn't get to play anything interesting, just basically elevator music.

[Which was the real tragedy. Lance likes classic pieces as well as modern, so that wasn't the issue, but most of the demand had been for incredibly boring and inoffensive background music.]

[evocation]

Provolone.

[Which is the best name ever, and she'll hear nothing different. She reaches over to poke at his cheek.]

A vest, huh? A super dorky one?

[lifetothefullest]

[He leans away automatically, but not quickly or far enough away that she can't actually poke him, since he isn't actually trying to dodge it. The action and her comment both get a small laugh, too.]

It was pretty dorky, but my goatee was way worse. I was just super psyched to be able to grow one, finally.

[Sure he was like 24 at the time but don't judge!!! Like he's about to judge her naming--]

Provolone, though? Really?

[evocation]

Shut up. It's cute.

[His response to the poking was a mistake, because she's doing it again. This is what he gets for getting her tipsy.]

You can't make fun of my cat's name when you had a goatee.

[lifetothefullest]

Everyone has a right to try having a goatee, at least--

[He's play-dodging the poke again while he speaks, which turns out to be a terrible idea when combined with the amount of alcohol he's had because he ends up tumbling right off his chair and onto the floor of the kitchen. It doesn't really hurt, even with his current injuries, since he didn't land very hard, so after a moment of surprise he just flops back dramatically on the floor and starts giggling.

Yeah, the alcohol's really kicked in for him now.]

[evocation]

[Kyna winces when he hits the floor, then bursts out laughing.]

Holy shit. Did you just give yourself a concussion?

[lifetothefullest]

I don't know; do concussions stack?

[If so, maybe, but if not, then that'd be impossible right? Also he... Didn't really hit his head in the fall so he's honestly fine.]

[evocation]

Stack?

[She slips off of her chair and plops down on the floor beside him clumsily.]

What do you mean, stack?