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(Zach kisses Moira on the cheek. Aww.)
Startled, Moira turned to Zach, eyes wide. She looked surprised, but not unpleasantly so. “What… what was that for?” she asked, touching her cheek and blushing.
"Wow, uh, M-Moira! You look lovely today. Not that you never did look lovely- I mean, is that a new hairstyle?"
“Oh! Thank you.” Moira blushed a little at the attention. “N-no, it’s the same… I did pick out different hair clips for today, though.” Aside from being yellow, they were identical to her usual purple ones.
She gave the drake a shy smile. “You’re looking quite nice, yourself.”
Zachary chuckled and tugged at his collar. “Well, they’re certainly very striking on you. And that’s a good thing.”
It is, isn’t it?
“Thanks! You look great… too…” Didn’t he say that already?
“UH I MEAN how’s your work going today?”
Moira’s smile didn’t waver. She wasn’t accustomed to social interaction outside of work (with the occasional exception of her friend and colleague @posiduck, who was slowly working on bringing her out of her shell). Because of that, Zachary’s awkwardness didn’t register due to her being more concerned with her own.
“Work is… good,” she replied, looking happy but nervous. “Busy, but good. I’ve made a lot of progress with a few of my patients this month, so I’m pretty happy with that.”
She had to force herself to stop talking there. As meek as she was, she could ramble on for hours when the topic turned to psychology.
“How have you been?”
“That’s great!” Zachary smiled happily. “I’m sure many people appreciate you!"
Then he looked even happier. "Oh, work has been so good. I guess getting transferred to St Canard was the right call. I get to see Elliot, and James…"
And the environment was overall pretty relaxing, although he never really noticed.
Aw, what a sweet guy.
“Thank you,” Moira said with a timid smile. “I hope so... I’m doing my best. I don’t think I’ve ruined any lives yet, so that’s good,” she joked.
“I’m happy to hear that.” Though, this was probably the first time she’d heard of an agent who was actually happy to be working with Agent Wolfe. “I know Elliot really missed you... he talks about you a lot. I’ve been busy and haven’t seen him around much lately, but I bet he was thrilled to see you again.”
👏 (@harmonizertheroguehero)
(Harmonizer ruffles Moira’s hair.)
Eep!
Moira, who was engrossed in filling out forms, squeaked and jumped in her chair a little at the unexpected touch. She turned to see Harmonizer.
“Oh! Um, good morning, Ms. Harmonizer,” she greeted, trying to get her heart to beat normally again. She smiled sheepishly. “I didn’t hear you come in.”
Touch Starved Meme
My muse is touch starved, send one for your muse to-
❤️ - Hug my muse from behind 👏 - Ruffle my muse’s hair ✋️ - Hold my muse’s hand 💪 - Pick my muse up 👆- playfully poke my muse ✍️ - Write something on my muse 💋 - Kiss my muse on the cheek 😏 - Playfully headbutt my muse 😝 - Lick my muse 😙 - Cover my muse in multiple kisses 🖐 - Give my muse a backrub 💤 - Cuddle up to my muse 😶 - Quietly lean against my muse 👃- Boop my muse on the nose ✊️- Playfully punch my muse 🙌 - Playfully shove my muse 😖 - Bury their face in my muse’s chest
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“I’m telling you - the guy was a complete stranger, just walked up and gave me the bag.”
“Hm. Interesting. Hopefully there are traffic cams in the area that the police can use to locate or identify him. Did you did not recognize the odor or substance in the bag? Have you called the police yet?” Carol asked.
Moira still looked shaken from the incident. “N-no, I didn’t smell anything… and I was too afraid to open it. But it’s a little heavy… it feels like bundles of money.” She looked nervously at the bag now sitting on her desk. “I don’t want to risk getting my fingerprints on anything inside, so I haven’t opened the bag to confirm.”
She looked a little guilty when asked if she called the police. “I forgot my cell phone at home, and I was panicking… so I called Agent Grizzlikoff as soon as I got to my office. He said he would call the police and inform the director, then he’d be here as soon as he could. So I think the police are on their way, too. But Grizzlikoff told me to stay here with the bag until he gets here.”
Moira fidgeted anxiously. She was concerned it could be evidence of a robbery, or money obtained in some other illegal manner. She did not feel safe having anything to do with it.
And, of course, this had to happen on the one day that the director was out sick and the chief agent was busy training agents off-site.
Carol nodded. “Thank you. You did the right thing by contacting them when you got here. Everything will be fine. I’m going to fix some tea; how do you like yours?”
You’re getting tea and cookes whether you want them or not, you poor dear. You need happy endorphins, stat.
Seeing that the hen was fidgeting, she took out her phone. “Do you like computer games? I’ve been trying to pass this level for a month now and I’m still stuck. Maybe you can see a pattern I’ve missed? All you have to do is tap the blocks when you have three or more of the same color touching.”
Once she was sure Moira was okay with being left alone for a few minutes, Carol left for the break room, returning with tea, the fixings, napkins, a small pitcher of milk, and a variety of cookies (oatmeal raisin, snickerdoodle, sugar, sugarfree, shortbread, fudge striped oatmeal, raspberry jelly filled, lemon sugar cookies, brownie cookies, peanut butter, almond wedding cookies, and of course, chocolate chip).
“Here we are. Help yourself.” Carol set the laden tray on the unused office chair. “Have you had anything to eat this afternoon? I stocked the pantry with ramen recently and some meal replacement protein bars.”
She settled nearby and helped herself to a cup of tea and one cookie so that Moira would not feel awkward eating alone. They were not near the computer keyboard or any electronics that would be damaged by a spill so a certain stickler for the rules could not get upset about food in the office.
“…. hmm? Oh!” Due to her fretting, it had taken Moira a moment to realize she’d just been asked a question. “I’m sorry. Um… j-just a teaspoon of honey, please. Thank you.”
She looked a little unsure about the game on Carol’s phone, but was thankful for the distraction all the same. She nodded at the collie’s instructions. “I’ll do my best…” Which wouldn’t be much, given her current state of distress. The premise was simple enough, but she just had trouble focusing. She was too preoccupied with the bag and what it meant for her.
Why would that man give it to her of all people? What sort of crime had she just been dragged into? Was someone trying to frame her? Or were they just getting rid of evidence? Would she be interrogated? If no one believed her, would she be arrested? Would her license be revoked?? Would—
Luckily, Carol returned before Moira could work herself into a full blown panic attack. She smiled weakly at Carol, thanking her as she took the tea. After a few shaky sips, she focused on the array of cookies. Ah, good, something else to focus on.
“Did… did you bake all of these?” Moira asked, her eyes wide in surprise. She nervously nibbled on a lemon sugar cookie and shook her head when asked if she’d eaten. “No ma’am, not since breakfast.” She’d been on her way to get some lunch when the run-in with the bag happened. Ever since, she’d been too nervous to eat.
“Yes, I did. I like trying different recipes when I have idle time,” Carol smiled.
And when I am worrying or waiting on something or feeling flustered or lonely or…perectly happy! Think happy thoughts!
She perked her ears. “Would you like some soup then or a protein bar? I’d be happy to get anything else for you.”
Although I suspect what you really need is someone to hold your hand and keep you company. Am I allowed to do that?
“You may call me Carol if you want to, Dr. Rousseau.” She smiled kindly, swishing her tail gently.
Moira smiled, taking another cookie. “They’re all so delicious.”
But remind me to have a one-on-one with you about stress baking later, when this is over. As much as we all love the treats you bring in, I know how stressful it is to want to take care of everyone, and I worry about you.
Moira shook her head. “I don’t think I’d be able to get much down right now, but thank you.”
As it was, she was already beginning to feel her stomach protest against the one-and-a-half cookies she’d eaten. She never had a very good appetite when nervous.
She smiled again when Carol suggested she use her first name. “Alright... but only if you call me Moira.” Though, she knew she’d still slip and use “ma’am” on occasion. It had become a habit, as she always aimed to be as polite as possible.
Moira’s gaze fell back on the bag and frowned. Carol was able to keep her from panicking too badly, but she was still anxious.
“Do you really think everything will be okay?” She looked at the collie worriedly. “What if they can’t find the person? Do you think they might try to get the bag back?” I really don’t want to be targeted by criminals...
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“I’m telling you - the guy was a complete stranger, just walked up and gave me the bag.”
“Hm. Interesting. Hopefully there are traffic cams in the area that the police can use to locate or identify him. Did you did not recognize the odor or substance in the bag? Have you called the police yet?” Carol asked.
Moira still looked shaken from the incident. “N-no, I didn’t smell anything… and I was too afraid to open it. But it’s a little heavy… it feels like bundles of money.” She looked nervously at the bag now sitting on her desk. “I don’t want to risk getting my fingerprints on anything inside, so I haven’t opened the bag to confirm.”
She looked a little guilty when asked if she called the police. “I forgot my cell phone at home, and I was panicking… so I called Agent Grizzlikoff as soon as I got to my office. He said he would call the police and inform the director, then he’d be here as soon as he could. So I think the police are on their way, too. But Grizzlikoff told me to stay here with the bag until he gets here.”
Moira fidgeted anxiously. She was concerned it could be evidence of a robbery, or money obtained in some other illegal manner. She did not feel safe having anything to do with it.
And, of course, this had to happen on the one day that the director was out sick and the chief agent was busy training agents off-site.
Carol nodded. “Thank you. You did the right thing by contacting them when you got here. Everything will be fine. I’m going to fix some tea; how do you like yours?”
You’re getting tea and cookes whether you want them or not, you poor dear. You need happy endorphins, stat.
Seeing that the hen was fidgeting, she took out her phone. “Do you like computer games? I’ve been trying to pass this level for a month now and I’m still stuck. Maybe you can see a pattern I’ve missed? All you have to do is tap the blocks when you have three or more of the same color touching.”
Once she was sure Moira was okay with being left alone for a few minutes, Carol left for the break room, returning with tea, the fixings, napkins, a small pitcher of milk, and a variety of cookies (oatmeal raisin, snickerdoodle, sugar, sugarfree, shortbread, fudge striped oatmeal, raspberry jelly filled, lemon sugar cookies, brownie cookies, peanut butter, almond wedding cookies, and of course, chocolate chip).
“Here we are. Help yourself.” Carol set the laden tray on the unused office chair. “Have you had anything to eat this afternoon? I stocked the pantry with ramen recently and some meal replacement protein bars.”
She settled nearby and helped herself to a cup of tea and one cookie so that Moira would not feel awkward eating alone. They were not near the computer keyboard or any electronics that would be damaged by a spill so a certain stickler for the rules could not get upset about food in the office.
“.... hmm? Oh!” Due to her fretting, it had taken Moira a moment to realize she’d just been asked a question. “I’m sorry. Um... j-just a teaspoon of honey, please. Thank you.”
She looked a little unsure about the game on Carol’s phone, but was thankful for the distraction all the same. She nodded at the collie’s instructions. “I’ll do my best...” Which wouldn’t be much, given her current state of distress. The premise was simple enough, but she just had trouble focusing. She was too preoccupied with the bag and what it meant for her.
Why would that man give it to her of all people? What sort of crime had she just been dragged into? Was someone trying to frame her? Or were they just getting rid of evidence? Would she be interrogated? If no one believed her, would she be arrested? Would her license be revoked?? Would---
Luckily, Carol returned before Moira could work herself into a full blown panic attack. She smiled weakly at Carol, thanking her as she took the tea. After a few shaky sips, she focused on the array of cookies. Ah, good, something else to focus on.
“Did... did you bake all of these?” Moira asked, her eyes wide in surprise. She nervously nibbled on a lemon sugar cookie and shook her head when asked if she’d eaten. “No ma’am, not since breakfast.” She’d been on her way to get some lunch when the run-in with the bag happened. Ever since, she’d been too nervous to eat.
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“I’m telling you - the guy was a complete stranger, just walked up and gave me the bag.”
“Hm. Interesting. Hopefully there are traffic cams in the area that the police can use to locate or identify him. Did you did not recognize the odor or substance in the bag? Have you called the police yet?” Carol asked.
Moira still looked shaken from the incident. “N-no, I didn’t smell anything... and I was too afraid to open it. But it’s a little heavy... it feels like bundles of money.” She looked nervously at the bag now sitting on her desk. “I don’t want to risk getting my fingerprints on anything inside, so I haven’t opened the bag to confirm.”
She looked a little guilty when asked if she called the police. “I forgot my cell phone at home, and I was panicking... so I called Agent Grizzlikoff as soon as I got to my office. He said he would call the police and inform the director, then he’d be here as soon as he could. So I think the police are on their way, too. But Grizzlikoff told me to stay here with the bag until he gets here.”
Moira fidgeted anxiously. She was concerned it could be evidence of a robbery, or money obtained in some other illegal manner. She did not feel safe having anything to do with it.
And, of course, this had to happen on the one day that the director was out sick and the chief agent was busy training agents off-site.
"Wow, uh, M-Moira! You look lovely today. Not that you never did look lovely- I mean, is that a new hairstyle?"
“Oh! Thank you.” Moira blushed a little at the attention. “N-no, it’s the same… I did pick out different hair clips for today, though.” Aside from being yellow, they were identical to her usual purple ones.
She gave the drake a shy smile. “You’re looking quite nice, yourself.”
Zachary chuckled and tugged at his collar. “Well, they’re certainly very striking on you. And that’s a good thing.”
It is, isn’t it?
“Thanks! You look great… too…” Didn’t he say that already?
“UH I MEAN how’s your work going today?”
Moira’s smile didn’t waver. She wasn’t accustomed to social interaction outside of work (with the occasional exception of her friend and colleague @posiduck, who was slowly working on bringing her out of her shell). Because of that, Zachary’s awkwardness didn’t register due to her being more concerned with her own.
“Work is... good,” she replied, looking happy but nervous. “Busy, but good. I’ve made a lot of progress with a few of my patients this month, so I’m pretty happy with that.”
She had to force herself to stop talking there. As meek as she was, she could ramble on for hours when the topic turned to psychology.
“How have you been?”
"Wow, uh, M-Moira! You look lovely today. Not that you never did look lovely- I mean, is that a new hairstyle?"
“Oh! Thank you.” Moira blushed a little at the attention. “N-no, it’s the same… I did pick out different hair clips for today, though.” Aside from being yellow, they were identical to her usual purple ones.
She gave the drake a shy smile. “You’re looking quite nice, yourself.”
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"I'm telling you - the guy was a complete stranger, just walked up and gave me the bag."
"Do you ever have nights when you can't sleep, and you just feel... I don't know... a little lonely? But it's after midnight and there's no one to talk to? What do you do when that happens?"
“I have plenty of nights like that. If no one is around I like to curl up with a good book and get lost in the story.”
“Ah. I see…” Her tone sounded almost disappointed.
“Well… I do suppose I have several books on hand…”
All of them having already been read through more than once.
She smiled. “Thank you for the advice, doctor.”
“Are you alright?” Posi looked concerned at how she sounded.
“I’m fine,” Moira assured Posi. “Just a little sleepy.”
And lonely. And, some nights, books just don’t help much with that.
“I’m sure reading a few chapters of my old psychology textbooks will knock me right out,” she joked with a weak chuckle.
Posi walked over and curled his arms around her for a hug. “You look like you need a hug.”
Moira blushed slightly, then gratefully returned the hug. “I guess I did,” she said quietly, smiling. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” Posi replied softly with a smile. “Feel any better?”
Moira nodded a little, reluctant to let go. “I think so...” She hadn’t had anyone give her a genuine hug in what seemed like forever, and it felt nice.
"Do you ever have nights when you can't sleep, and you just feel... I don't know... a little lonely? But it's after midnight and there's no one to talk to? What do you do when that happens?"
“I have plenty of nights like that. If no one is around I like to curl up with a good book and get lost in the story.”
“Ah. I see…” Her tone sounded almost disappointed.
“Well… I do suppose I have several books on hand…”
All of them having already been read through more than once.
She smiled. “Thank you for the advice, doctor.”
“Are you alright?” Posi looked concerned at how she sounded.
“I’m fine,” Moira assured Posi. “Just a little sleepy.”
And lonely. And, some nights, books just don’t help much with that.
“I’m sure reading a few chapters of my old psychology textbooks will knock me right out,” she joked with a weak chuckle.
Posi walked over and curled his arms around her for a hug. “You look like you need a hug.”
Moira blushed slightly, then gratefully returned the hug. “I guess I did,” she said quietly, smiling. “Thank you.”
"Good morning, Dr Rousseau! Do you have a moment? I would like some advice." (@director-of-shush)
“Good morning, sir.” Moira smiles. “Of course. What can I help you with?”
"Do you ever have nights when you can't sleep, and you just feel... I don't know... a little lonely? But it's after midnight and there's no one to talk to? What do you do when that happens?"
“I have plenty of nights like that. If no one is around I like to curl up with a good book and get lost in the story.”
“Ah. I see…” Her tone sounded almost disappointed.
“Well… I do suppose I have several books on hand…”
All of them having already been read through more than once.
She smiled. “Thank you for the advice, doctor.”
“Are you alright?” Posi looked concerned at how she sounded.
"I'm fine," Moira assured Posi. "Just a little sleepy."
And lonely. And, some nights, books just don't help much with that.
"I'm sure reading a few chapters of my old psychology textbooks will knock me right out," she joked with a weak chuckle.
"Do you ever have nights when you can't sleep, and you just feel... I don't know... a little lonely? But it's after midnight and there's no one to talk to? What do you do when that happens?"
“I have plenty of nights like that. If no one is around I like to curl up with a good book and get lost in the story.”
"Ah. I see..." Her tone sounded almost disappointed.
"Well... I do suppose I have several books on hand..."
All of them having already been read through more than once.
She smiled. "Thank you for the advice, doctor."
If you could choose to remove certain feelings such as anger, confusion, sadness, would you remove them?
“Unpleasant as they may be, I would never chose to remove such feelings.
“All emotions play an important part in our lives. More often than not, it is the negative experiences and emotions that help us to grow as people and shape who we are.
“It is the people who are confused, angry or otherwise discontent in something that take the initiative to make things better. And it is the people who’ve gone through the saddest times that appreciate the beauty of happiness the most.”
“Dr. Rousseaux, do I seem to have ODD? At least in regards to Agent Wolfe? I have no issue following orders from Agent Grizlikoff and others, but I can’t seem to help questioning and outraging Agent Wolfe. I would like to be able to trust him and obey unflinchingly but I question his judgment since he has misjudged me several times.” - from Agent Carol Torres
“I can confidently say, without the slightest doubt, that you have no signs of Oppositional Defiant Disorder. Below is a list of symptoms I typically look for when screening for ODD in adults:
* feeling angry at the world* feeling misunderstood or disliked* strong dislike for authority, including supervisors at work* identifying as a rebel* defending themselves vehemently and not being open to feedback* blaming others for their own mistakes
“Unless you are an amazing actress, none of these apply to you in the slightest. In fact, Agent Wolfe himself seems to exhibit more symptoms than you do. (Which does not mean he has ODD, nor do I suspect he does. It is possible to simply have a few traits without the actual disorder.)
“That said, I understand if the second item on that list applies when interacting with Agent Wolfe specifically. That is, sadly, a common experience amongst other agents I’ve spoken to. But that nor your questioning of Wolfe’s judgment in no way indicates the presence of ODD. If anything, it shows great wisdom. No person should ever be followed blindly, as no one is perfect and even leaders make mistakes. And if someone has repeatedly shown ill judgment in the past, it is only natural to feel less confident in them.
“Finally, as a disorder, ODD would indicate a resistance to authority in general. And you have shown nothing but complete respect in regards to the director, chief agent and other authoritative figures. This alone is enough to rule out the possibility of ODD.
“Please try not to worry yourself. You’ve been nothing but kind, loving and loyal to all of us here at SHUSH. What you’re experiencing is simply a natural reaction towards someone who has difficulty with interpersonal communication, and in no way reflects badly on you.”
