Five Cents - Before The Mio Incident

[of-10-faces.livejournal.com]

It was a frivolous waste of time. But it was something that Tsukasa felt needed to be done. And in his wisdom, built a stand and placed it in the busiest intersection of the Chalice. And plopped himself down.




Care to talk with the doctor about your problems? Share maybe? All consultations confidential.

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[wimpy-cure-ever.livejournal.com]

[And as Hana passes by, she can't help but notice Tsukasa sitting there in that booth.]

Psychiatrist? Really...?

[of-10-faces.livejournal.com]

The doctor is in, so yes. Tsukasa Kadoya, Psychiatrist. At your service.

Pull up a stool; it looks like you've got something on your mind.

[wimpy-cure-ever.livejournal.com]

I don't... well...

[She looks a little confused before grabbing a stool and taking a seat.]

...am I doing something wrong? I mean... I... I think a lot of people can't stand me and... I don't get it.

[spiralribbon.livejournal.com]

"Well, That's interesting. Do you know what classified means?"

[of-10-faces.livejournal.com]

I do in fact. However being a psychiatrist doesn't require me to know a thing about your background. [Nor would he, being an alien from a different dimension.]

If you want, you're welcome to just talk for a while.

[spiralribbon.livejournal.com]

[Pulls up a stool, and takes a deep breath]
"I do not feel comfortable...Surrounded by all the mecha. For years I fought giant robots, now I'm surrounded by them."

[sakurasblood.livejournal.com]

[She stood watching him a moment then sighed.] I hear any of this repeated I know who to deck okay?

I fear the ocean.

[of-10-faces.livejournal.com]

[Tsukasa saluted.] This is confidential. Trust me.

[He nodded at that.] A fear of the ocean. Go on...

[sakurasblood.livejournal.com]

Well that's where the aliens that took out the town I grew up came from. Large robotic crabs are enough to keep me off the beach thanks.

And the stories the Captain told about jellyfish the size of an island. [Which was probably told to her just as a cruel joke!]

[not_the_deer]

Are you even a real doctor?

[of-10-faces.livejournal.com]

For the purposes of everything, I am. I am good at everything, and everything said here is completely confidential.

Sit down, grab a stool and talk.

[emorangerblack.livejournal.com]

Do you ever suspect your past self would hate what you are now? What you have become?

[of-10-faces.livejournal.com]

[Ah ha, someone to be all philosophical with. Tsukasa smiled a little as he leaned against the chair backing.]

Sometimes yes. Time's a funny thing that way, in that the memories of our past, dictate the memories built in the future. If you ask me, both of us have grown from the people we once were.

But then again, memory's a tricky thing, as with time itself. How are you to judge what your past self would have said to the person you are now?

[emorangerpink]

You know, if you've any actual qualifications in this, you should talk to Doctor Mass. I've got to imagine she'd love to have something formal in place to deal with our various issues. Might mean she has fewer physical problems to patch up, too.

[of-10-faces.livejournal.com]

I am good at everything. And so far, I've had 3 out of 4 happy patients. Tobia doesn't count because he was trying to use it to get out of kitchen duty.

Besides, I do think we need this, someone to talk to.

[mecha_eihwaz]

Psychiatric help, five... what, exactly?

[of-10-faces.livejournal.com]

Cents. They're an old currency, usually in the form of a small silver coin. It's popular in America. I thought it was appropriate.

[minorbeat]

(Seiren passes by and raises an eyebrow slightly.)

What's all this?

[of-10-faces.livejournal.com]

Psychiatric help, from the man who is good at everything. Five cents a consultation, and whatever is said is never repeated to anyone else. I intend on keeping this a regular thing.

And now for someone totally different.

[rods-and-cones.livejournal.com]

[[Hixar kindly pulls up a stool.]] Ahh, so the man good at everything tries his hand at psychology.

[[Hixar gives Hayan a punt down the hall.]] Go play with Kensuke. This is a private matter.


[[Back to Tsukasa.]] I feel I'm having trouble making friends

excellent

[of-10-faces.livejournal.com]

That's why I've made the stand. [So Hixar, the sniper. Hmm this should be interesting.]

Really? Do tell. Trouble making friends usually indicates a bit of social awkwardness.

[thestrayhawk.livejournal.com]

Tsukasa where did you even find the wood to build this stand?

[of-10-faces.livejournal.com]

In the last town that we stopped by before Trinity City. I picked it up from the construction area that they were using on the Space Needle.

Want to hav a seat, Ichitaka?

[chozo_girl]

[Samus happens to pass by in her way to get something from her ship. She notices the stand and looks at it for a second]

Playing at psychiatrist today, Tsukasa Kadoya?

[It's hard to read much in Samus's steel face, but there is a hint of something in her voice. Perhaps amusement.]

[of-10-faces.livejournal.com]

More or less. I tend to find that while people opening up over food is okay, I also enjoy talking on a more, semi-professional basis.

I'm not just for psychology today however, but as a sounding board for everyone involved.