From the desk of Doctor Hill

Dr. Alan Hill is a professional psychoanalyst. | Multiverse RP Indie Account | Until Dawn Spoilers

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rocketman-ngin:

“Well I mean, who wouldn’t?” N. Gin said, squinting at the photo. “This building is far from hospitable.”

The scientist was intrigued by Dr. Hill’s next proposal, though. “Hmmh….. even though it would be ‘bearable’, I… I don’t think I could stay there,” he said with a slight hint of nervousness in his voice. Even if he didn’t know this consciously, he didn’t like the fact that the house seemed to be in the middle of nowhere.

“Oh?” Dr. Hill said, raising up in his chair and looking at the doctor. “And why not? It wouldn’t be in bad shape. What would keep you from agreeing?”

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Intro

Yo guys it’s me. I’ve been busy the past couple days but I got this blog up and running and ready to go! Can’t wait to play around. I’m also roleplaying Dr. Hill @ thespookyanalyst. All the rules will be to the side.

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How Was Your Muse Created

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rhysocks:

Enter your name here, and post the results! 

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tfw you want to RP another muse but debating if its worth it

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faithlessdaughter:

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“So, you mean to tell me that you would overcome the isolation, so long as this hospital was…fairly equipped enough to live in?”

“Ye never said I couldn’t bring my dog. An’ even so, I mentioned before that alone isnae always bad. A week away from people doesn’t sound terrible.”

“I see. We’re making good progress, Miss Ainsley.”

Booooooong, the clock struck.

“It would appear, however, that we are out of time. Next session, we may delve deeper into the topics of what you value. So that we may get a clearer picture and a deeper insight into you.”

The Doctor picked up his cup and saucer and walked back to his window, humming a song and stirring his coffee.

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faithlessdaughter:

“I’m an archaeologist, of course I do. With how I focus on ancient religions and mythologies…” Nevertheless she nodded in agreement with his assessment. She did. Mysteries made life worth living, especially when you had nothing else in it. 

His next question prompted her to think of how long a week was – more for the sake of her various responsibilities than the idea being particularly distasteful. But she recognized the deflection for what it was, so kept it out of her answer. 

“Yes. I wouldn’t have a problem with that.”

“So, you mean to tell me that you would overcome the isolation, so long as this hospital was...fairly equipped enough to live in?”

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rocketman-ngin:

The scientist nodded through the statements and at the end of it all, slowly picked up the card. He felt a little suspicious about what might be on the other side, so he was a bit hesitant to flip it over, but it was part of the session. Then, N. Gin flipped over the card to see the strange, abandoned house. He inspected it for a moment. “… Well I uh, don’t think I would want to come close to this house,” he admitted, feeling slightly unnerved by the photo. “Its condition is definitely.. poor.”

“I see,” Dr. Hill spoke as he continued to scrawl away notes based off of the man’s answer. “Do you feel unnerved because of the condition?”

Dr. Hill turned now to look N. Gin in the eyes.

“Say we...put some windows in. Made it bearable. Do you think you could stay in the house for a period of time - say, a week?”

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faithlessdaughter:

The money wasn’t something she was inclined to let draw her in – but a history? Legends of potential haunting and the like? 

A challenge, maybe? She didn’t deal with Ghost’s much. But the idea (for obvious reasons, given what had happened to her sisters) fascinated her. Danger was secondary. And perhaps just as much of a motivation…

“Yes, I’d want tae stay th’ night. That sounds interesting –” A cough, she cut herself off before she began to once more over complicate the subject.

“I like – tae learn new things. Money is easier tae acquire than information, and – it sounds ‘fun’.”

“So you enjoy the idea of the supernatural, of the unexplainable?” He asked, looking at her. He pursed his lips. “And it wasn’t until you were given an incentive that you felt it necessary to stay here.”

“So what if we took away our incentives - let’s say that the hospital still has faculties working. You would not have to worry about the cold, or the lack of food or water. So tell me, could you stay there for..say a week, by yourself?”

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faithlessdaughter:

“Why would I spend a cold boring night exposed tae the elements when I could do something productive? It’s a waste of time, an’ I dornt have much of it.”

Or perhaps she was putting too much thought into this. Logic was the backbone of her personality. Given how strange her life was, it practically had to be. Emotions were always at a distance. Either way, it wasn’t quite an answer. 

“I’m making this more difficult than it needs tae be, I think. I’m sorry, but I don’t understand where yer going with this.” 

“While that is a lucid reason for why one may not wish to be here, I’m looking for...an emotional response. Do not overthink it.” Dr. Hill said, tapping his pen on his notebook. He turned back to her.

“Say you stay there and you are offered some sum of money. So no longer does your natural inclinations bother you. Would you still refuse to stay there?

“We’ll also say that there local legends about this place. Of wailing in the halls. Does that effect your response?”

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adeleinewouldyouaddaline:

“Boom, Butterfly Effect!”

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faithlessdaughter:

“I suppose I cannae exactly refute yer logic.” It didn’t mean she was pleased with the situation. Her body language remained closed off, tantamount to someone trying to hide. Stiff too. 

But she was here for a reason. And the reminder of confidentiality laws was enough to tilt her toward cooperation. After all she didn’t value the opinions of other people – or at least strangers – enough to worry about that. Yet. 

“Alretch, I’ll – I’ll try.” She managed to give off the impression of someone squirming despite the fact that she’d gone still. 

Ainsley reached for the corner of the card and pulled it toward her, examining the picture with an expression of faint consternation. 

It was just a hospital. An old building. Why was she supposed to feel anything? 

She frowned, and stared at it, probing her own head for some sort of connection. Emotions weren’t exactly her strong point either. Moments passed, but eventually she found words that fit. 

“Curious. Lonely. But its nae – entirely bad. Being alone.” 

Dr. Hill’s pen moved about on his notebook, the sound piercing the silent air between them. “Yes, yes. Good that you are being honest. Let’s delve deeper, and try to explore these feelings. Dissect them.

“If you were asked to spend a night here in this abandoned sanatorium, would you?” Would your curiosity beat out your fear? seemed to be the question.

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faithlessdaughter:

Something was – not quite right. But Ainsley couldn’t seem to put her finger on it. Her eyes (both kinds) took in nothing out of place. And yet something felt wrong. Off. Like walking into a room after someone had moved a major piece of furniture, and not understanding why it was so different at first. 

All the same, the white haired Scotswoman was seated in a surprisingly comfortable chair before an expensive desk. Nostrils flared. This reeked of socialization. Her fingers twitched in their gloves, and she pulled her hands into her lap, posture going ramrod straight. The way she fidgeted with the cuffs of her sleeves rather diminished the effect she was going for however. 

“Tae be blunt, Doctor, I’m uncomfortable with the entire situation. I dornt need a therapist.” 

That was a lie so blatant even she couldn’t make it sound like the truth. A soft, frustrated noise escaped, and she crossed her arms. A hint of an embarrassed blush on her face. 

Couldn’t her history stay there? She had enough problems with – with something. What was she forgetting?

Later. I can figure it out later. 

“Rather –” she continued, “I dornt want one. I’m nae hurting anybody…”

“I understand your vexations, Miss Ainsley. But many a person has died from refusing to visit their doctor at the first signs of something beyond their control. You cannot let a disease exacerbate itself - you must tend to it right away. The same is true of the mind, of mental afflictions. Do not let it fester, do not let it grow. That’s my job - I am a healer of the mind.” Dr. Hill said, leaning back in his desk. He placed a manila folder labeled Ainsley Lithgow on his desk.

“Now, as we go through our sessions together, it is important that you remain as honest as possible. There is complete Doctor-Patient confidentiality here, so you must always be as straightforward and honest with me as possible to get the most out of this experience.” Dr. Hill said, leaning forward. “So...”

He picked up the folder, thumbing through the pages within. “Why don’t we begin with a simple exercise?” He withdrew a small card, lying it face down on the desk between them.

“I want you to turn this card around, and tell me how the picture on the other side makes you feel. Remember, be honest.”

It was a picture of an abandoned hospital, trash littering the ground.

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Time for some new sessions.

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rocketman-ngin:

The scientist sat in the chair at the desk, hands folded in his lap as he looked off to the side, nervously shifting his fingers around in his grasp. As soon as he heard the other man spoke, though, he looked up quickly to get a good look at him. This man was probably one of the more normal looking people he’d seen in his life. Maybe that’s what it would take, a very normal person to contrast with the weird outrageous life he’d been thrown into. Someone generic to bring him back to his senses and get to the root of his problems.

“… Ah, yes, I’ve come to have reason to believe that some… professional help, should be in order,” he said, still messing with his hands. The scientist looked up at Dr. Hill, catching his somewhat suspicious glance and feeling somewhat unnerved. “Hmh.. to be honest I’ve been rather… on edge, as of late,” he confessed, “and there’s a faint pain in the back of my head, but that’s always been there.”

Doctor Hill took a seat in his rolling chair, setting a manila folder on the oak desk. At the top tab was the word scrawled in black ink, Dr. N. Gin. “On edge, dear Doctor? Well, do not worry. I’m here to help you with your anxiety. I fear the pain in your head seems well beyond my medical attention, but according to this little...biography, I see you’ve found a way through it.

“Now, before we begin, I want you to understand one thing; everything you tell me is between us. Our conversation is strictly confidential. It is therefore important for you to be as honest as possible. With that out of the way, I do believe these sessions will help us understand your anxiety and fears that are plaguing you.

“Now, we want to start with a simple exercise.” He opened the manila folder and took out a card, laying it face down on the table.

“I want you to take the card and flip it around, and then tell me how you feel about. Remember be honest; the more honestly you answer, the more you will get out of this experience.”

The picture on the other side of the card was an abandoned house in the midwest, with nothing to be seen for miles beyond basic shrubbery and trees with bare limbs.

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It would appear once again that we are out of time.