welcome

[jaspercicero]

ooc

[heytheredoc]

It’s nice. The campus is beautiful, obviously, I’ve met a few of the patients but I want to get them in a session before I form opinions about them.

[jaspercicero]

If your plan is to take every patient into a session, I regret to inform you that that's not how it works here. Each of us only gets a few patients to deal with - at the moment, I have two.

[jaspercicero]

Jasper Cicero is 32 years old and often gets mistaken for Tom Hiddleston. He is from Uxbridge, London and his little sister’s failed rehabilitation is what made him want this job.

"Such a lonely day, and it’s mine."

m e e t  c h a r a c t e r —

+ Friendly, trusting, reliable.

- Irritable, traumatized, sad.

 b a c k g r o u n d s t o r y —

When Jasper was a teenager, his little sister was diagnosed with Fatal Familial Insomnia. She went from hospital to hospital, therapist to therapist, to try to solve the issue. Unable to sleep at all, her mind slowly deteriorated, to the point where she was a shadow of the person she used to be.

Jasper researched everything he could to try to find a cure for her, but was unable to find anything to help. He felt useless when she died, and swore to himself that he’d find a way to help anyone he could. Therapy appealed to him the most, so he became a psychiatrist, which eventually led to him being accepted for a job at Recupero.

s o c i a l n e t w o r k i n g —

n/a - does not participate in

c e l l p h o n e —

n/a - does not own

e x t r a b i t s —

(can be literally anything you want)

Jasper usually has the ‘kicked puppy’ look to him

He actually wants to help

His office is dark and houses his guitar

m o s t p l a y e d —

“Would you lie with me and just forget the world” — Snow Patrol, Chasing Cars

"I focus on the pain, the only thing that’s real" — Johnny Cash, Hurt

"The dreams in which I’m dying are the best I’ve ever had" — Mad World, Gary Jules

[heytheredoc]

I just got here last night, barely unpacked.

[jaspercicero]

How do you like it here so far?

[heytheredoc]

Not yet, but thanks for the heads up. So how long have you worked here?

[jaspercicero]

Only for three weeks or so. What about you?

[heytheredoc]

The pleasure’s mine. Of course, the only people that call me Doctor Rain are my patients.

[jaspercicero]

Speaking of patients - have you had any trouble with them yet? Some of them are very much into thievery; make sure you lock your office.

[heytheredoc]

I feel like they make this place as confusing as possible just for the doctors. I’m Doctor Nick Rain.

[jaspercicero]

It's a pleasure to meet you, Doctor Rain. Would you mind if I called you Nick?

[heytheredoc]

Anybody up for showing the new guy around?

[jaspercicero]

I would offer, but I'm afraid I'm just as lost as you. I haven't been here long myself. I'm Doctor Cicero, but you can call me Jasper. You are . . ?

[elifleming]

He was pissed off, because there went his lighters. He’d find more, of course, but this had been easy. Until Nixon locked him in, of course. 

"You don’t want to know who took the rest of your stuff?" He asked, stuffing his pockets back down the right way.

[jaspercicero]

[He stands, handing Eli the pack of matches. They aren't his; he doesn't care about them. Whoever they were stolen from can go after them themselves.]

Oh, of course. I didn't think you'd be so willing to give up your accomplice, not since I've already gotten most of my stuff back.

[elifleming]

Eli stands for a moment without moving. His annoyance is clearly written all over his face, but it’s obvious Cicero isn’t going anywhere and neither is he, so he pulls his pockets inside out, letting the stolen items fall to the floor.

[jaspercicero]

[He gives a sigh of relief as he sees the items fall, immediately crouching down to collect them all.]

Thank you, Eli. You're free to go now, if you wish. 

[elifleming]

Emptying his pockets only means admitting what he took. Even though the things he’d taken were minor, he still doesn’t care to own up to it. “There’s nothing to see. Why don’t you do something really important, like get back to whatever your real job is?”

[jaspercicero]

Contrary to popular belief, I do have a break for lunch. Please, would you just empty your pockets?

[He'll put Eli into solitary for thievery if he has to, but he doesn't want to. Honestly, he's tired of this guy. He just wants this whole situation to be over.]

[elifleming]

"You’re kidding, right? I didn’t touch your stuff. I can tell you who did, though." He doesn’t care much about throwing Nixon under the bus. He’ll do what he has to.

[jaspercicero]

Unfortunately, I'm not kidding. At least empty your pockets for me, would you? That will make this whole process much easier.

[Jasper is stubbornly insistent when he knows he's right. Eli may have had an accomplice, but that means little right now.]

[elifleming]

"What are you going to do? Pat me down? I didn’t take anything." He’s lying, but lies come naturally to him. It’s like he believes it too, at least in the moment.

[jaspercicero]

[He gives a sigh, unhappy with Eli's noncompliance.]

I would rather not, but I will if I must.

[elifleming]

He can see the man’s patience dissolving but Eli has his own agenda. Preferably, to get out of here and retreat to his room. Behind him, the trash can is still smoking from the fire Nixon had recently put out. The smell of burnt food wafted throughout the room, refusing to die out. He was caught no matter what he did.

"I don’t know if you’d like me to pretend to care about your little thievery issue or not but it really isn’t my problem."

[jaspercicero]

Well, for right now, it seems to be your problem. See, I can already tell that at least a few things are missing. It's the cranberries, in case you're wondering. Those candles smell very strong.

[Eli did light one of those candles earlier, after all. Jasper can smell it all over him - it's a very peculiar scent, and it's quite difficult to miss. In fact, it's nigh on impossible.]

I'd suggest that you return whatever you took - Eli, is it? I would prefer not to have to take any administrative action. It's easier to avoid if you cooperate.

[elifleming]

When the door opened, it wasn’t because Eli had just thrown his entire body into it. It was because the man of the hour had just waltzed in and Eli had practically thrown himself into him. He backed up, preferring not to have someone else directly in his face. 

"Yeah, surprise. Now I need you to get out of the doorway so I can go. I have someone to kill." Sarcasm rolled heavily off his tongue as he stared straight past the man and into the hallway.

[jaspercicero]

[His bad mood is quickly returning. The smile slips off his face, and he doesn't move. He hates to take out his irritation on patients, but sometimes it's the only way that he can get them to do what they need to do. For now, though, he can try to play nice.]

Actually, I would prefer it if you would stay for a little while. I've heard that we have a terrible thievery issue, and I'd like to take a quick inventory. It won't take more than . . oh, ten minutes.

[elifleming]

The door handle wouldn’t turn. Eli twisted it again as though it would make a difference. That asshole had locked him in the damn office. He’d just signed his own death certificate. For now, though, Eli was royally fucked if he didn’t find a way out of here. He backed up and rammed his shoulder into the door, but aside from the rattle of the wood on the door hinges, nothing happened.

He was trapped in a room of smoke and attempted stolen prizes.

[jaspercicero]

[Jasper had just enjoyed his second walk outside since working here. He often enjoyed the dark, so he didn't often leave his office. Beyond that, he'd learned that Americans often had a tendency not to trust the British, and he didn't want to make anyone nervous. His job was to help, not to intimidate - unless, of course, the situation called for it. The doctor was dragged out of his thoughts upon hearing banging from his office, which he was certain he'd left locked. Interesting.

He loosened one of the screws on the handle as Silas had just a little while before, letting it fall into his hand. He didn't bother with keys except for appearances. Patients often felt safer if they knew they could leave, after all.

The man opened the door, gaze falling upon a stranger - too young to be on the staff. Even if that wasn't the case, there was the smell of smoke, along with the fact that things were out of place.]

Well, this is unexpected. Normally, I'm the one waiting for a person in my office, not the other way around.

[It's a joke, which is made clear by the way he's smiling. There's nothing threatening about him, although he can be quite scary when he needs to be.]

[dr-jesy-deactivated20140622]

[She tried her best to remain believable, but something about the man made her feel slightly guilty. She didn’t want to talk about it, but she was nervous. Minutes ago, he had simply told her that he didn’t want to talk about his problems, so why couldn’t she do the same?]

I… I’m sorry, that wasn’t okay. I knew what you meant, I just… I rather not talk about it. I mean, I’m here to help patients, not receive counseling myself. Plus, I don’t want to cry and make you uncomfortable, I just met you, you know? Ha, I’ll save the emotional break down for another day. Uh, thank you, though, really.

[jaspercicero]

[He frowns at her words. They've made him realize that she must have a reason for coming here as well, beyond the point of it being a job that pays well. Everyone has their own demons, after all. His are just more prominent in his everyday life than they are for others.]

It's fine.

[He's not sure what else to say. Here, his job is to listen, not to speak. That's what he's good at - asking the right questions and picking through the answers. When people don't want him to pry, he's lost.]