Hello, I am Isagaudiamedatrix of the Emotional Intelligence Agency. I’m reaching out to inform you of our existence, mainly, and to offer our services.
We’re a charity that works to provide mental health care to Gallifreyan and Time Lord society, especially to those where it is more stigmatised.
If you would like to know more about our services or policies, you may send a message to me here:
https://www.tumblr.com/gallifreyan-therapist
You've already been sent the location of my house.
*Nods, and goes to the House*
*Knocks on the door politely*
*A young Time Lord in black robes shows her inside the ominously quiet House and to Thessalia's study. The Chatelaine herself is standing behind her desk thoughtfully and sipping from a glass of dark wine.*
Isagaudiamedatrix. How do you find my House?
*She follows nervously, unwilling to break the unnerving silence.*
Chatelaine Thessalia, I presume? It’s good to meet you.
This House is very impressive, I find the style very tasteful.
*She smiles politely, glancing around a bit more, curiously.*
*The study seems to lack documents of any kind, instead being full of odd trinkets: a sword hung on the wall, a small crystal sculpture on the desk and so on. Thessalia motions for her to take a seat in the armchair across the desk from her, though she doesn't sit herself.*
It wasn't too long a trip from the Capitol? We don't receive visitors often this far south, and we don't maintain a transmat station.
*She sits politely, a bit put off by the fact that Thessalia doesn’t also sit. A power play, she supposes. She knows it’s not personal, but it’s hard not to feel small in this position.*
*She keeps her face in a carefully neutral smile, not wanting to let any of her thoughts show through.*
I will admit, it was a bit of a journey- but I was able to find a very fast transport, fortunately. The views on the way were lovely.
*She wonders when Thessalia will get to the point, but considers that she might be uncertain how to begin with whatever the issue may be. For now, she decides, she’ll play along and let Thessalia get used to her, if not comfortable.*
*Now Thessalia stops her pacing behind her desk, sensing that the other seemed as casual about her small talk as she was.*
What did you expect from making this trip?
*Blinks, a bit confused by the question.*
If I’m being fully honest, I’m not sure. I suspected it to be a request for an appointment, though I was unsure for whom it may be. I also thought it could be a meeting to decide whether somebody wanted to make an appointment, informed by security policies and whether I seemed a good fit.
I do apologise sincerely if I’m incorrect about that, though.
*She gives a nervous smile, trying to look slightly deferential. She’s a bit concerned now, but doesn’t want to show it if she can avoid it. She tries not to look at the sword on the wall.*
*Thessalia glanced across the desk with narrowed eyes and pursed lips.*
What is your security policy?
*Offers a datapad with the security policies file already loaded and ready to share*
You may read our security policies here, if you wish. If you have any questions I can answer them, of course.
*Thessalia skims it without a change in her expression.*
Are your agents trained in resisting the mind probe?
*She shifts nervously, a bit uncomfortable with the idea of the mind probe.*
Well, we all have basic training to resist most telepathic attacks. We.. were unable to access the resources necessary to put together resistance training for the mind probe specifically, due to the CIA’s protectiveness over its own program.
*She frowns for a moment, showing her disapproval, then continues.*
Though I can assure you, our privacy policy is nearly absolute. A client can request for any information they would rather not be kept in a professional’s mind to be deleted, so it would not be found even in the event of such an intense interrogation.
Nearly absolute?
Ah, I apologise, that phrasing was.. worrying.
To be specific, we only share specific information in two circumstances. The first is if a client requests an inquisition into a professional’s actions. In that case, an internal team would be assembled, as well as an Inquisitor, who will decide whether any wrongdoing has occurred. After the decision is made, the Inquisitor’s memory of the experience is wiped.
The second situation would be in the case of clear evidence of an intentional endangering of another individual’s life, with exception afforded to any War related efforts, of course. In that case, we would forward the evidence to the proper authorities, and nothing else.
Security and privacy are our top priorities, I promise you.
*Thessalia takes a sip of her wine, then goes over to a decanter and pours herself another glass.*
Are you familiar with who I am? What this House is?
*She watches, a bit uncomfortable still.*
I must admit, I only know of you and your House peripherally..
*Thessalia begins to pace again.*
This is the Order of the Weal. We were the counterintelligence agency of Gallifrey even back when the Interventionists were a group of scheming second-rate politicians.
Our purpose is the same as yours, but on a greater scale. You tend to the individual, and we tend to our society as a whole. Do you understand?
*Her eyes widen in surprise, finally realising who this is. She tries to stay calm, but she’s a bit nervous.*
Oh, you’re- ah, I understand. That.. must be a big responsibility.
I want your assistance.
*She’s obviously startled, off her guard.*
You- sorry but how could I possibly help you? I’d love to do what I can, of course, but I don’t believe I’m very suited to do much.. and I hope you understand, but I really can’t reveal any protected information. That would almost certainly cause more problems than it would solve..
Dirty blackmail on individuals doesn't concern me. I want general impressions. Trends. I want to know what harms society from the inside.
*She looks uncomfortable.*
I’m very sorry, but I really don’t think I can tell you that.. as much as I’d like to help, it would be a serious breach of privacy, even in such a vague sense. Not to mention how it could be abused…
*She looks up, alarmed.*
Not that I think you would abuse it-! Just, security is already such a difficult task in this organisation, anything that could put it at risk..
*Thessalia stares down at her.*
Our security is more rigorous than yours. And I am willing to provide your agents training in resisting advanced telepathic attack.
*She considers for a moment, unsure.*
As wonderful as that would be, I.. I really don’t think I could agree to that. It’s hard enough to get our clients to trust us as it is, and to add another way someone’s private information may escape, no matter how vague and unlikely it is..
*Thessalia's glare remains a moment longer before it fades and she turns away*
Pity.
*She makes a motion of her hand toward the door.*
If you reconsider, the offer remains.
*Isa has to fight the urge not to shrink under her gaze, feeling impossibly small and reminded of her physical weakness.*
*She watches Thessalia gesture to the door, feeling a sinking fear in her stomach.*
I.. do sincerely apologise, if there was anything I could do..
*She stands up, not quite ready to leave but inexplicably feeling as if she didn’t start to leave now, then she never would.*
*Thessalia sets her glass down on the desk without looking.*
I'll have an agent take you back to the Capitol.
*Isa tries not to flinch at the sound the glass makes, chiding herself for being so twitchy.*
Er, if it’s all the same to you, I have a return trip scheduled through my own means..?
*Thessalia considers for a moment.*
Then you're welcome to stay until then.
*Isa smiles uncomfortably, hoping the transport will be here soon*
Yes, if I could just wait somewhere until the driver arrives.. it shouldn’t be long, I’ve let them know I’ll be leaving.
*She fidgets awkwardly with her communicator, anxious.*
Would you like a short tour of the House?
