The Groups Will Support You Now [OPEN/MANDATORY]

[carriero_npc]

WHO: Every patient without an explicit exemption. (This means, if you are not on hiatus, please tag into this log, because your character will be there.) WHAT: Treatment.
WHAT: Hashed out pretty clearly here.
WHERE: The treatment rooms.
WHEN: July 10th, when else! From approximately 9 AM to 1 PM.
WARNING(S): It's a Carriero therapy session.
Please pick out your character's ID and tag into the appropriate thread.

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XENORELATIONS SUPPORT GROUP

[carriero_npc]

[For subjects TSH-413-007 and TSH-413-010!]

[honkalypse]

Gamzee has no idea how he suddenly ended up in this strange white room. His head is spinning and he ends up flopping down with a low sound of confusion and disorientation. Then he blinks, straightens (...sort of) and tries to look around.

"What the motherfuck--?"

Oh hey, there are chairs. He's all down with chairs. It takes a try to heave himself into one and then he lets his head loll back. Whatever's up and being happening, it'll be sorting itself out. He just needs to close his eyes for a bit.

[tendtoenunciate]

Well, speak of the devil, if it isn't the motherfucking honkdemon himself. Kanaya, herself all down with a chair already, startles at his appearance. He's just so... arrived. Not to mention she's worried about last night. And xenorelations... what could that possibly mean...

"Hello," she says eventually, stilted and awkward. She really wasn't expecting this when she clicked yes, to be honest. She just wanted her makeup.

[honkalypse]

Gamzee, to his uncredit, hadn't actually read the thing before he clicked yes. Or looked at his communicator since. So he has no idea what's going on. It takes him a minute or two to get himself sorted all out in the chair and knowing what all is up and around him. Then he gives her a smile. "'sup, sis. You got any knowing what all down with this? Where the motherfucker are we?"

Facepalming is a perfectly acceptable response.

[tendtoenunciate]

"The asylum," Kanaya shortly replies in the sharp sincere form of snark she's been working hard to cultivate in light of how deeply she hates human sarcasm. "Am I to assume you didn't read the message at all. They're continuing the farce of mental treatment that they supposedly brought us here for. We're supposed to assist... each other."

She'd begun to raise her arm in explaining herself, but now she just flops in her chair again.

[honkalypse]

"I'm all down with that." He likes the thought of helping each other out quite a bit and it shows in his hazy smile. But then the thought occurs to him. "But what all are we up to be helping each other with? I don't remember the message up and saying."

Because he didn't read it, but details. Gamzee barely moves, staring off into nothing. The far away look doesn't look drugged so much as mentally shut down for other reasons.

[tendtoenunciate]

"Something about xenorelations." She doesn't know exactly what that means, but she puts together two of her weaker suits -- xenopsychology and romance -- and takes a guess. "They probably object to our understanding how a social system should be constructed, I would guess."

ANGER MANAGEMENT SUPPORT GROUP

[carriero_npc]

[For subjects TSH-413-012, TSH-851-004, and TSH-800-009!]

[ragz]

There may not be an obvious exit, but Ragna's still pretty dead-set on checking at least. He walks around the room once, sticking close to the walls and checking for...anything other than a smooth white surface, but it's consistent the whole way around. Damn.

What the hell was the point in all this? For the life of him he can't figure it out and, frustrated, kicks at the closest wall once before finally settling down. Though 'settled down' for Ragna still looks really, really ticked off.

"Tch. Was this some kind of joke or something?"

[cuddlefishculling]

"Ugh, are you finally done? You know there's no way out. Why are you even bothering?"

Feferi is perched on the edge of her seat with her legs tucked up underneath her, idly twisting one of her bracelets. Whether or not she's deliberately avoiding eye contact with her fellow patients is unclear, but the glance she throws towards Ragna is brief.

"If it's a joke, it's a really stupid one." She shrugs. "Do you think the people here are the kind of people to play stupid jokes?" Feferi stretches her arms out pointedly and slumps in her chair, propping her feet up on the table.

"Whether it's a stupid joke or not, I don't think we're gonna get out soon."

[ragz]

"Well if it ain't a joke, then what the hell are we doing here?"

He remains where he stands, folding his arms. If there really was no point to this, he'd feel like an idiot for accepting in the first place, so anger is generally the best cover-up for that kind of situation he can think of.

"They weren't exactly clear on what the point of all this is."

DECISION MAKING SUPPORT GROUP

[carriero_npc]

[For TSH-800-008 and TSH-802-003!]

[guiltapalooza]

"So, this is really going to be group therapy, right? Not a thinly veiled excuse for torture?"

She's relatively calm, if wary, as she sits in her seat and glances around. If it really is therapy, Willow honestly doesn't mind being here. Talking about her mistakes might be painful, but she knows not to deny that they'd happened, or she'd just repeat them. If she'd had the option to see a therapist back on Earth without having to go through a song and dance about demons existing, she might have gone to see one on her own.

[rea_norton]

"Are you kidding?"

Rea's mutinous, of course. She didn't even accept the therapy, but was deposited in the doorless room anyway. She's fully aware that she's in desperate need of help, desperately. But she's also convinced that Linda and Anne want to traumatize her even more. They want to see all of the patients break.

"This is Linda. She's bloody sadistic. You watch, you'll see. You'll end up getting shocks or the room will start filling up with scorpians or something. I dunno what this game is, but they don't want to help us."

[guiltapalooza]

"Possible, but I hope not," she says, not exactly any less cynical but just more sanguine about their circumstances. Willow is used to weird, life-endangering situations, and tends to take them rather flippantly at this point.

"In the meantime, want to make with the support group-ing? I could probably use one, to be honest. Being stuck here is not exactly doing anything positive for my preexisting tendency toward bad life choices."

[rea_norton]

"What?"
She stared at Willow, incredulous.
"You actually want to talk about your bad life choices? Are you stupid?"

She threw herself down on the sofa and glared moodily at Willow.

"Well, talk if you want. Don't expect me to help you though. I'm appsrently useless at making decisions anyway."

[guiltapalooza]

"You're really trying to live up to the sullen teenager stereotype, aren't you?" she asks reflexively, more than a trace of sarcasm in there. Willow might be a kind person in general, but she has a deep well of pettiness and mocking that she is not afraid to whip out when someone treats her in kind.

"I don't want to talk about them, but pretending they didn't happen isn't going to solve it. It usually just makes things worse. I'm trying to take responsibility, not hide what I've done."

[rea_norton]

She shook her head angrily.

"Stop acting like you know it all. You ain't that much older than me anyway. And you don't know half of what Linda's capable of. She'll be listening in right now, waiting to learn all our dirty secrets to use against us. So excuse me for not wanting to end up with a giant stuffed toy Medic at the end of my bed or more nails slammed into my head."

She glared. "None of what happened in here is my bloody fault. In case no one's noticed, LINDA, all the ba stuff's happened to me. So you can just SHUT UP, Willow. Quite frankly, I'm not interested in your bad decisions and I can't help you anyway. So why don't you go find someone who's interested?"
She began to bite her thumb nail so short that it would eventually draw blood. She was upset, and Andrea becomes volatile when she's upset. She needs to hit out, make someone fewl as bad as she does. Because nobody can understand how bad she feels every day.

DYSFUNCTIONAL GUARDIAN RELATIONS SUPPORT GROUP

[carriero_npc]

[For subjects TSH-414-001 and TSH-800-010!]

Re: DYSFUNCTIONAL GUARDIAN RELATIONS SUPPORT GROUP

[eponine_alone]

Eponine clicked yes, of course. But honestly, she has no idea what therapy is or why she might need it. She's actually relatively happy in Carriero. Except when her nice red dress transforms back to the collection of rags she wore in Paris.
(Her power is unwilling transformations back into this attire, dependant on her mood)

She sits and waits, a little too stunned to react. How had she got here?

[zim]

Zim appeared out of nowhere, seemed to hang for a moment in mid-air and then flops down to the ground gracelessly, only to land on his face with an audible THUD. He remained there for a set of moments before his left hand twitched, followed by his right arm and he somehow picked himself back up from the floor.

"HEY! What is this?!" the irken complained loudly and marched around himself in a little circle "I didn't chose to be here!!"

No. He didn't notice the human sitting just over there. It was just a human after all.

[eponine_alone]

Eponine was sat perfectly still on the sofa, back straight and fingers curled to form loose fists.
She jumped as Zim was deposited on the floor, but said nothing till he spoke.

"I believe this is therapy." she doesn't know what therapy is, but it doesn't sound too painful.
"I think that fairy brought us here, though I do not know how.".

[zim]

"Eh?!?" Zim spun around to face the human when she spoke, antennae twitching irritatedly "What are you doing here?! HEY! This is MY place, not yours!" he began rambling, gesturing widely with his small hands "Therapy? What therapy!? No fairy-thing is permitted to move Zim! Only I am! Where is it? What is it?! And--" he trailed off for a moment to fix Eponine with his eyes, a frown forming and his previously agitated behavior abruptly turning into a calmer, rather confused one "And who are you?!"

[eponine_alone]

"Your place? I don't think it is..." she's doubtful. "I don't think it's anyone's place, really. You're not the only one who got moved here against their will. But if you know how to leave..." her fists tighten. Nobody - and especially not a little green man was going to tell Eponine what to do.

"My name is Eponine. And you? What are you?"

NON-PARTICIPANTS

[carriero_npc]

[aka wusses

I don't think there are any?]