#drashling

Age: 15.

Desired Position: Psychologist.

Previous Experience: I’m a licensed psychologist who has its own private practise, before arriving in Spirale that is. While I specialize in epithets (my homeworlds “powers”, if you will) and how they affect the human psyche, I’ve treated patients outside of epithet-based problems before, given they’re in my capabilities, which include but are not limited to domestic issues, stress-related ones, sleep difficulties, addressing burdening traumas, treating phobias, and so on with various psychotherapies to approach such carefully. My extensive experience should prove helpful while aiding patients in this curious city.

Are you able to meet our confidentiality requirements?: Yes. Confidentality is important, something I’d only break if a client becomes a threat to themselves or others, in which I’d notify someone who can keep the client safe, of course.

Why do you think you’ll be a good fit?: While I’ve temporarily lost plenty of my capabilities, my Epithet gives me a natural affinity that has helped a lot in my studies. Furthermore, with proper consent, I’m capable of aiding others with my Epithet in other forms as well, be it to ease their restlessness, offer … summoned emotional support pets of sorts, or help them with controlled, harmless exposure therapy in a safe environment. Abilities aside, I’d like to think I’m adaptable and can work with the diverse circumstances everyone here has. All in all, I’d like to help with what I can do best, if you’ll have me.

   “Um, listen -- don’t take this the wrong way. You seem very qualified. You’re a great candidate, but I don’t feel comfortable hiring you.”

   The field of psychology has been controversial enough as it is, last you checked. Have they truly made it so easy for one to enter and start a practice? ( You have no grounds to be judgemental. You weren’t that old when you started your own. Yet... )

   Getting to that part of the building is not an easy thing. It’s either the stairs -- rows and rows and rows of them -- or a moving metal box that you would not trust a single piece of your life with. Reluctantly, regardless, you step out from the lobby and into the elevator, and await its descent.

   Someone joins you. A sour-looking boy steps in, with a face of such utter disappointment that it draws your attention. ( More than it does to be interested in the person whom you’re sharing an enclosed space with, anyhow. You’re not enjoying this method of transportation. )

   “Good afternoon.” It’s a little rude to start straight away with such a personal query, but you’ve been trying to use a little less of pleasantries & small talk. Time is a precious commodity in conversation or otherwise. “Excuse my observation, but you look upset. Were you not treated well in your visit?”

This city is a strange, and possibly welcome haven for the time being.

The first person he sees he reaches out to, his hand grasping at nothing. “Hello? Hi, hi. I’m Mike, and I wanted to know... where am I?”

Welcome!

You’ll be staying in HOUSE 121

You’ll be able to put 5 people to sleep for up to 10 minutes each!

You’ll be given a toy yo-yo!

Enjoy your stay!