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+ iactaxaleaest

A moment of clarity. She stands at the door to the psychiatrist with an overwhelming disdain. She didn't want to do this, it was clear to both Aleksis and the others she had talked about about her insomnia and bouts of nightmares. A psychiatrist felt...intrusive. Well...most of them did; going to a psychiatrist felt like giving up.

Nevertheless, she was here now, Sasha would feel more like a coward if she ran away now, and neither did she want to go back to face her husband and admit that she didn't go. He would know anyway. Sometimes she hated the Drift.

But the silence was so...maddening.  

He was probably expecting her by now, anyway.

Breathing, Sasha knocks on the door...feeling like a child again.

[akualapaau]

“ I don’t suppose you know the number for the Ordinance survey?…I want to tell them I have found a Sight of outstanding natural beauty.”

"Huh? Wha-? Where?" she asked, looking up from the borrowed book and glancing around curiously. "What is it?"

[akualapaau]

"I am not certain why you require it." He offers up the spork. "But, I suppose this is yours?"

Leilani regards the spork momentarily before grinning and taking it. "Yeah, that's mine. Thanks. Now stand still so I can poke your eyes out."

[arevolverofresignation-blog]

iactaxaleaest has found you

"Whoa, hey. Hi. Um."

"I didn't break the coffee machine in the mess hall. I swear."

[akualapaau]

3 (( Can you blame him? ))

[[ D'aw, shucks~ ]]

[scienceandthemoderngirl-blog]

Azrael was still in shock, if she were being honest with herself. (The pleasant kind, though, not the kind where she might die.) Not only had she gotten the job for the perfect internship, she'd been flown out to Hong Kong at no expense. Granted, it'd been in a military plane, which wasn't exactly comfortable, but it had windows and a seat and holy shit, she was in Hong Kong.

The Shatterdome was fascinating. She'd been there for about three days, now, although most of her three days had been boring. Tours of the non-classified areas, lots of paperwork (NDAs and confidentiality agreements and liability waivers, oh my), assigning her quarters (bigger than she'd expected, actually, which was exciting; it gave her room enough to rearrange for drafting purposes), more paperwork, the mess hall.

Now, on day four, she was actually about to get started doing real work. She knew it wouldn't all be fun, of course--coffee runs were bound to be included, and filing wouldn't be a surprise either--but it was a start. A foot in the door in the world she'd spent the last seven years getting educated in. But they'd told her that before she could start, she needed a psych eval. Not exactly something she wanted, but it had to be done in order to actually be a part of the J-Tech team. Or any team in the Shatterdome, for that matter.

So with a sigh, she wrung her hands around the strap of her bag, then knocked on the door of the psychiatrist's office. (Or was it psychologist? Maybe both...?) "Excuse me," she called, "but I'm here to see a Dr MacTavish?" Her accent came out a little more on the last name, and it was kind of a relief to think that the man might have some cultural common points.

[procxidens-blog]

I want the K

4: Forehead Kiss

Check ups at the shrink’s is perhaps the thing that Raleigh likes the least about being a pilot. It’s necessary though, he knows, so at least tries to play nice. When he’s dismissed from Stacker’s quarters after having received a very thorough verbal lashing, he heads down to the Med-Bay where he’s supposed to have a session. Scheduled in advance to come after his trial run with his new copilot — Mako, of course, but they hadn’t known who it would be back then — it’s more or less just a maintenance appointment.           Gotta make sure his head is still in the game, right?Seated across from Dr. MacTavish, Raleigh’s fingers drum over his thigh. A nervous tick, no doubt. He thinks it might be one of Yancy’s…or Mako’s — she’s still in his head a little. He can feel the pull of her mind from across the Shatterdome. Their hangover is agony and he can’t do a thing to help her which is killing him even more. "Ranger Becket—" oh he’s never going to get used to being called that again. "—How are you faring after the trial with Miss Mori?"Raleigh lifts his head, smiling a little as he meets Dr. MacTavish’s gaze. “Well I’m not bad—” and here cue the butterflies. He’s gotten better at talking about his feelings, sure, but that doesn’t mean he’s not nervous still. “—I feel...like..." he trails off. "To be honest, Doc, I can't really focus on myself right now. Mako's still in my head."Dr. MacTavish nods, jotting down the information. A pause and a beat of silence as he glances up to the wall clock. They've still got an hour left of the session.          "There's no chance of me getting anything out of you today, is there?"     Raleigh cringes a little. "Probably not."          There's a sigh. "Alright. You may go, Raleigh," he looks back. "If anyone asks, you were in here for an hour."The ranger grins. Whether it's an over abundance of affection in his system -- because really, for all her steel and quiet demeanour, Mako Mori is a very affectionate person -- or he's just really happy that he doesn't need to stay for the entire session, he stands and quickly presses a kiss to the good doctor's forehead.       "You're a legend, Doc," Raleigh laughs as he slips out of the room.

[ultimocacciatore]

♬

Sᴇɴᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴀ ” ♬ ” ᴀɴᴅ I ᴡɪʟʟ ᴘᴜᴛ ᴍʏ ɪᴘᴏᴅ ᴏɴ sʜᴜғғʟᴇ. Tʜᴇ sᴏɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴘʟᴀʏs ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴏᴜʀ sᴏɴɢ

Now we're back to the beginningIt's just a feeling and no one knows yetBut just because they can't feel it tooDoesn't mean that you have to forgetLet your memories grow stronger and stronger'Til they're before your eyes       

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          You'll come back when they call you          No need to say goodbye