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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!]]

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[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?

[lifetothefullest]

[He props himself up awkwardly on his elbows but doesn't bother sitting up all the rest of the way yet; the world is all spinny, though it's normal drunk spinny at least.

As for the question, he somehow manages a shrug despite his position.]

I already had a concussion.

[It came with the broken cheekbone.]

[evocation]

Oh.

[She frowns a little, considering that.]

I think they stack, yeah.

[lifetothefullest]

Cool. Good to know.

[He's not super concerned about it, but that is genuinely interesting to know.]

[evocation]

[She nudges him with her knee. Time for an out of nowhere topic change.]

When are you gonna tell me about your girlfriend?

[lifetothefullest]

[Since she seems fine sitting on the floor, he decides there's no reason to get up just yet and instead does the opposite and lays back down again. He has to think about the question for a moment.]

I don't know; I didn't know you wanted to hear about her. Um, her name's Daisy, and she works with Dr. Brennan; have you met Dr. Brennan here yet?

[He's not sure. The alcohol isn't helping with keeping track of things, though it is helping with talking about Daisy without being too depressed.]

[evocation]

Yeah. Um, sort of.

[If meeting her in a dream counts.]

What's Daisy like? Is she cute?

[She draws the word out in a sing-song, grinning at him.]

[lifetothefullest]

[He gives a quiet laugh at the question.]

She's very cute. And she's one of those people who has like... A full battery all the time.

[So much energy. So. Much.]

She's really enthusiastic about everything, and really positive.

[And puts up with him being his disaster self, for some reason.]

[evocation]

God, Lance, come on.

[She prods at him again.]

You're supposed to gush about her. Where's the gushing?

[lifetothefullest]

This is gushing.

[He's drunk and tired okay, Kyna, geez.]

She's awesome, and super smart, and she does things like solve a hundred-year-old mystery just so families won't fight and this couple can get together like some sort of redneck Romeo and Juliet.

[The people involved were insufferable but what Daisy did was still really nice.]

[evocation]

[And she's giggling now.]

Wait, what? What does that mean?

[lifetothefullest]

[Oh god, now he has to think, which is easier said than done.]

There was like... There was this case, where someone was murdered, and we were investigating and found out they were from this family that's been in a feud with another family for pretty much forever.

[Or less time than that, but who's counting? Definitely not him right now.]

They were fighting because of some argument over grandparents or great-grandparents or whatever who were married, and both died, and then all these rumors got started about how it happened and the families blamed each other. So while we're investigating the case, we find out that teenagers from each family are dating, but can't be together because of the feud, so Daisy decided she had to solve the original mystery so everything could be put in the past.

[And okay, now he's smiling a little dorikly while thinking about Daisy.]

She was so determined, and somehow figured out the grandparents died of lead poisoning or something from their water supply, and it was an accident.

[And so happy ending. Sort of.]

[evocation]

Oh. Nice.

[She tilts her head at him.]

Dude, you totally look like a lovesick teenager. Gross.

[lifetothefullest]

Hey, I'm a lovesick twenty-nine-year-old.

[Or is he thirty, with the birthday thing? Who knows.]

You have a boyfriend here, right?

[evocation]

[He wasn't her boyfriend until very recently, but people have been assuming that for months, so she's not very surprised by the question.]

Um, yeah. Wash. Do you know him?

[Don't turn the teasing around on her, Lance. She'll die.]