the places we will go | hunter & rowan
@dontfeartheshrinker:
Oh this place did not disappoint at all! All the hints and whispered innuendo that had been tantalizingly dropped their way was revealed in all its glory upon reading the welcome letter from the Headmaster. They were going to have great fun here, not to mention the amount of fear they could gorge on. Even without doing anything there was so much ambient fear that they could probably stay satiated with just that. Who wanted to just be satiated though? Certainly not Hunter. From what they had been able to gather, their normal game would work wonderfully here.
Having dropped off their belongings on the suite assigned them, which they would definitely be getting out of as soon as possible, Hunter packed up their supplies for their office and headed that way. Eyelids slide closed over jeweled purple eyes as they took a deep breath, already sampling the various fears floating around. Opening them once more, their gaze focused on the person nearest to them. "Excuse me, could you point me to the psychiatrist’s office? I’m the new school shrink.“
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If there were ever a human equivalent to the ‘nope’ octopus, it was Rowan as soon as the stranger identified themself as the new school shrink. Even without the compulsion that was currently holding her together against her past trauma, or even the knowledge that it existed, she was well aware that her brain and familial relationships would likely be a field day for the psychiatrist. The human’s overall fear of medical doctors in general alone ...
“Uh. Across campus. Allll the way over in Lincoln Hall. Sir.” Namely, as far away from her as was physically possible. It took a moment of contemplation to realize that lying to the newcomer would probably come down on her head one way or another. Probably not the best thing to do in the name of self-preservation. “No, that’s a lie. I honestly don’t even know. Probably somewhere in the admin building, if I had to guess.”