Dr. Joseph & Mr. Carl's Sanatorium

Identity V Ask Blog Hypnotist Joseph & Rorschach Physician Aesop TW: JosCarl, Asylum, Needles, Gore, Yandere, etc.

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IDENTITY V ASK BLOG - JOSEPH X AESOP POST-ASYLUM

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(A man in gray stares at the other version oh himself…he seems perplexed by his hair color)

(Idv-ask-the-man-in-gray)

(Yay new Aesop and Joseph blog)

❝There's something . . . oddly FAMILAR about you. I can't quite put my finger on it . . .❞

Aesop examines the other from the top of his head to the very bottom of his shoes. Yes. . .it's almost like looking at his very own reflection. The stranger even has the same slouch, height, and hairstyle. The only difference is the colour! Fascinating, truly!

Is he hallucinating all of this?

❝They say copying another is the highest form of flattery. . .but I must confess it's rather off-putting Please refrain from dressing up like your doctors from now on--❞

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Excuse me sir! I do believe you are the one dressing up as me!…And why is your hair such a dark blue!…Such a color is far from natural!…I would not dare dye my hair!…And I do not have a doctor…and if I did I would not dare dress like one!…I am a embalmer! Not a doctor!

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Aesop was so heated about the accusations he didn’t even realize he woke up in a entirely different place it was a bit …unnerving.

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(´⊗ゝ⊗`) < Um…where are we?

[asylumduo]

Gloved fingers run through his own blue locks upon hearing the comment about the colour. Brows furrow in realizing he's being accused of faking his natural look. He would correct the man, but he's more concerned about how the other seems clueless as to where he is. Yes. . .he's absolutely is in need of help. The poor thing must had been dropped off here and now is in denial of the entire ordeal. This calls for sympathy. Aesop hesitates, but places a hand onto the shoulder belonging to the confused fellow.

❝It's. . .NORMAL to feel out of sorts when first arriving. Happens to the best of us. Rest assured, you will be well taken cared of. Have you a room yet? Er-- perhaps it's best to get you checked in first?❞

He's getting ahead of himself. Aesop shakes his head side to side to excuse himself before starting again with the look-alike.

❝You're at Dr. Joseph & Mr. Carl's Sanatorium.❞

[idv-ask-the-man-in-gray]

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Aesop looks at the hand for a second and moves his shoulder to slide the other man’s hand off of it and tenses up his solders then relaxes them. He scoffs at the name Dr. Joseph & Mr. Carl’s… they certainly had the same name…however Dr. Joseph… agh Joseph…such a pompous man! Never in a million years would Aesop deal with someone so…full of himself! Was the man even capable of working with others? Never in his days has he seen that man work with anyone but himself. Although perhaps he’s getting ahead of himself…maybe it’s a different Joseph…maybe this is all…a coincidence?…

“Sanatorium”

The man said out loud, feeling the word pass though his lips. Such a weird word. What dose it mean though? He knew of sanitizers for cleaning, and words with torium at then end are usually for big gatherings…so are they selling sanitizers in bulk? Well he doesn’t need them He has plenty! Such a weird business to go into bulk though, however, he mustn’t judge, plenty of people go into weird and strange things and make thousands off of it! But why would you have customers go into a room to conduct such business? Strange times we live in…

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No thank you I have plenty…however I would enjoy seeing your stock.

(´⊗ゝ⊗`)< sanitizer always smells nice…especially the fruit ones…the nice clean smell…and a Dr in chemical science is impressive indeed…

[asylumduo]

❝Our. . .STOCK?❞

He's outright horrified that someone would refer to his dear patients as stock. What sort of people has he smelled in a Sanatorium to be considered a nice fragrance to crave? In his time spent at the White Sand Street Asylum. . . the place and its inhabitants smelled rather AWFUL: it mostly composing of fried flesh and bleach in the air. Here, at least, there are candles burning to give off a more friendly atmosphere.

What's the one burning now? It could be considered. . .fruity. Yes, that will satisfy the newcomer. As if he would let the odd man just sniff those who are receiving care. That would be inappropriate. Thus, he ushers for the other Aesop to follow close behind him to the visitors quarters that have the candles littered throughout the room.

❝I think this will be to your liking. It's supposed to smell like home-baked apple pie, but I digress. I am not too keen on candles, but my coworker is convinced they. . .pull the room together. ❞

[asylumduo]

It's from @ask-wick-the-postdogo //

"Bark bark bark" *Scratchs on door like if she nocking*

-Hey hey! Humans! I got some mail! Come to get it!

The blue-haired male glances upward from the desk he currently sits at. What is that sound right outside the door? Aesop hesitates only for a moment before standing to his feet, making his way to the front entrance. He slowly opens the door to see that a small dog in a cute little outfit is alone without an owner. The doctor cocks a brow, glancing past the animal to see who brought him here.

❝Are you lost. . . ? Ah, I see.❞

That's when he spots the letters in the puppy's mouth. A slight smile appears underneath his mask as he bends over to take hold of it.

❝Why thank you.❞

[ask-wick-the-postdogo]

"Bark"

- Your welcome, oh by the way give me a sec.

The small dog took a note pad out it's bag. Then flip some pages to see Mr.Carl's name, to proceed the note pad to the embalmer.

"Arf woof"

-I just need a signature please. That be great.

She just sit there nicely for her note pad back with a happy waging of her tail slight thumping can be heard.

(@asylumduo )

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❝What a well-trained dog. . .❞

Aesop comments out-loud, a curious tilt of his head following. It's as if the pooch not only can read, but knows who the receiver ought to be on the addresses! It's rather impressive. Perhaps dogs are much more keen than he realizes. The blue-haired man never has been one to have pets as company. Joseph says they're far too. . . messy to keep around, too.

He snaps out of his thoughts to bend over and retrieve the paper that requires his signature. The "doctor" quickly signs it and hands it back to the polite pup with a slight grin underneath his mask. His gloved hand hovers nearby, but he dares not to reach for the dog. Not without permission, of course.

❝May I give you a pat on the head?--❞

[asylumduo]

Good day! For Dr. Desaulniers:

What do you find cute (or attractive if you'd say that) about your lover collegue, Dr. Carl?

❝Oh, absolutely everything!❞ The doctor shook his head as if saying the question was ridiculous, tapping his clipboard with a manicured nail. ❝Aesop is just the most adorable man in the world. The way he gets all shy whenever I'm affectionate with him, the tilt of his wrists as he writes, the way a few stray locks escape from behind his ear as he looks down at his documents oh so seriously... Ah, how could there be anything lovelier?!❞

Joseph put a hand to his cheek and stared off into space with an infatuated expression, akin to a maiden in love. ❝Especially when he's so dependent on me... Ah, our own private hypnotism sessions are the best... A hint of fear, of desperation... He is the cutest when he relies solely and utterly on me.❞

[asylumduo]

*opens coat with mini survivors* what'll you have strangers?

❝Oh. . ! They are awfully. . .endearing to look at. So small--❞

Aesop glances over his shoulder to make sure his coworker is nowhere to be seen during this interaction. He chews on his bottom lip for a moment before deciding to reach for the one in a mailman uniform. Holding it close to his frame, nimble fingers play with the red hat on top of the mini patient's head.

❝I'll take this one.❞

[asylumduo]

Joseph please help I think Aesop is ready to kill

[asylumduo]

{|{ That was a scary look you gave there, maybe i (should)n't dig into it, right? }|}

[asylumduo]

For Aesop: are you actually a doctor or are you posing as one?

The pen being used to write with came to a screeching halt upon hearing the question at hand. His eyes flickered upward from the clipboard to merely STARE. Silence hangs heavy in the air for what felt like a century before Aesop opens his mouth carefully to reply.

❝Do you have PROOF that I'm not a doctor? I think not. . . Let us stay on topic of your treatment.❞

[asylumduo]

{{ don't look too closely to the pendulum! }}

[asylumduo]

Hihi! It’s @pirate-radio-news, just wanted to say your ask blog looks really nice so far! ))

The duo walked in, politely knocking on the door as they walked through. Well more like tabloid dragging pirate radio in but around the same thing.

“Hello there. Apologies for barging in.”

“She came to the conclusion this might be an opportunity to get something news-worthy and dragged me along for some reason.”

“That’s because I decided my boss should stop laying on his ass and come along with me for one of these. Anyways! That’s besides the point. Is there a chance I could just get a small overview or summary on how this place works, along with your experiences here? That would be great if so.”

Tabloid pulled out a notepad and a pencil, ready to write down whatever has been said

The doctor blinked at the cacophony that entered the sanatorium, inwardly clucking his tongue at the rag-tag behavior. The two visitors were dressed quite oddly with mechanical parts infused within their body, but having worked with the surgeon and the Dean of the local asylum for many years, he was used to such appearances.

But a pair of reporters, huh...? He didn't know how to feel about that. This place was supposed to be a quiet, private love nest practice with just him and Aesop. If there was any fame attached, that would be ruined.

❝... Although there may not be anything particularly pressing I have to do at the moment, I am rather uncomfortable with the idea. First of all, I'm afraid I'm unaware of who you two may be... I should also discuss this matter with the co-owner before providing any statements. I do hope you understand.❞

[asylumduo]

For Joseph: What would you do if Aesop was transferred to the care of a different doctor?

❝Hm? What was that? I believe there's a fundamental misunderstanding here.❞ The doctor raised an eyebrow, the smile on his face twisting a little into something just a tad mocking. ❝It's not as if that would ever happen, especially since we're running this institution together. But, well, if you're referring to the past...❞

Dusting his doctor's coat off with a deceptively delicate hand, Joseph shook his head and waggled a finger, tsking as if chiding a child. ❝That would still never happen. I was always the most favored doctor by the Dean of White Sand Street Asylum, especially since I helped him quite a bit with monetary donations. I was the person with the second highest authority in those halls. The Dean was glad to repay me by giving me one measly patient.❞

Shaking his head, Joseph chuckled. ❝Aesop is mine. And whoever tries to steal away what's mine... gets punished. Understand? So run along now, and pretend you know nothing. For your own sake.❞

[asylumduo]

………

(A man in gray stares at the other version oh himself…he seems perplexed by his hair color)

(Idv-ask-the-man-in-gray)

(Yay new Aesop and Joseph blog)

❝There's something . . . oddly FAMILAR about you. I can't quite put my finger on it . . .❞

Aesop examines the other from the top of his head to the very bottom of his shoes. Yes. . .it's almost like looking at his very own reflection. The stranger even has the same slouch, height, and hairstyle. The only difference is the colour! Fascinating, truly!

Is he hallucinating all of this?

❝They say copying another is the highest form of flattery. . .but I must confess it's rather off-putting Please refrain from dressing up like your doctors from now on--❞

[idv-ask-the-man-in-gray]

Excuse me sir! I do believe you are the one dressing up as me!…And why is your hair such a dark blue!…Such a color is far from natural!…I would not dare dye my hair!…And I do not have a doctor…and if I did I would not dare dress like one!…I am a embalmer! Not a doctor!

…

Aesop was so heated about the accusations he didn’t even realize he woke up in a entirely different place it was a bit …unnerving.

…

(´⊗ゝ⊗`) < Um…where are we?

[asylumduo]

Gloved fingers run through his own blue locks upon hearing the comment about the colour. Brows furrow in realizing he's being accused of faking his natural look. He would correct the man, but he's more concerned about how the other seems clueless as to where he is. Yes. . .he's absolutely is in need of help. The poor thing must had been dropped off here and now is in denial of the entire ordeal. This calls for sympathy. Aesop hesitates, but places a hand onto the shoulder belonging to the confused fellow.

❝It's. . .NORMAL to feel out of sorts when first arriving. Happens to the best of us. Rest assured, you will be well taken cared of. Have you a room yet? Er-- perhaps it's best to get you checked in first?❞

He's getting ahead of himself. Aesop shakes his head side to side to excuse himself before starting again with the look-alike.

❝You're at Dr. Joseph & Mr. Carl's Sanatorium.❞

[asylumduo]

It's from @ask-wick-the-postdogo //

"Bark bark bark" *Scratchs on door like if she nocking*

-Hey hey! Humans! I got some mail! Come to get it!

The blue-haired male glances upward from the desk he currently sits at. What is that sound right outside the door? Aesop hesitates only for a moment before standing to his feet, making his way to the front entrance. He slowly opens the door to see that a small dog in a cute little outfit is alone without an owner. The doctor cocks a brow, glancing past the animal to see who brought him here.

❝Are you lost. . . ? Ah, I see.❞

That's when he spots the letters in the puppy's mouth. A slight smile appears underneath his mask as he bends over to take hold of it.

❝Why thank you.❞

[asylumduo]

………

(A man in gray stares at the other version oh himself…he seems perplexed by his hair color)

(Idv-ask-the-man-in-gray)

(Yay new Aesop and Joseph blog)

❝There's something . . . oddly FAMILAR about you. I can't quite put my finger on it . . .❞

Aesop examines the other from the top of his head to the very bottom of his shoes. Yes. . .it's almost like looking at his very own reflection. The stranger even has the same slouch, height, and hairstyle. The only difference is the colour! Fascinating, truly!

Is he hallucinating all of this?

❝They say copying another is the highest form of flattery. . .but I must confess it's rather off-putting Please refrain from dressing up like your doctors from now on--❞

[asylumduo]

// Henlo, this is from the @idv-prisoner-merman blog! Hope you both have a blast here with your blog! :>

The merman skittered over and tugged on the physician's coat. "Hey! Hey can you play with me? You guys look fun to play with!"

The doctor had been muttering to himself as he flipped through a thick stack of paper, the pages clipped together and half already folded over to the back of the stack. It was part of a doctor's and indeed any privileged professional's responsibility to keep up with the latest research and cases in their field of practice. It was not part of his responsibility to play with random children that wandered in.

❝Ah...❞ Joseph didn't bother even properly looking at the child to see his atypical appearance; from how low the tug came, within a split second he both guessed it was a kid and decided this academic paper was infinitely more interesting. ❝Run along to your guardians now, child. I'm busy.❞

[asylumduo]

Hey Joseph & aesop, since you guys work in asylum & meet the rest of the paitent & doctors, do you guys met emil & ada?

❝Ah, yes. I remember those two quite well. Emil wasn't under my specific care, though I did help out the doctor who was in charge of him from time to time. I remember him as a bit of a scrappy-looking boy, like a mutt dragged out from a trash heap. I say this fondly, of course.

As for Miss Mesmer-- ah, though I suppose it would be Mrs. Mesmer now? She was something of an understudy to me. Very interested in hypnotherapy, and a sharp mind.

At least, that was what I had thought. Silly woman caused such a mess when she ran away with the "love of her life". Actually, I suspected she had something like that planned, but who am I to obstruct true love? Even if the way she went about it was beneath a woman of her intelligence. I, of course, did not make the same mistake. I left with my Aesop the proper way, legally.❞

[asylumduo]

Hello joseph and aesop

How are you? :)

❝Can hardly catch my breath-- Joseph is running around here somewhere much like a chicken with no head. . . Always insisting there is no need to take a break. Wonder when he will crash and burn at this rate?❞