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The therapy room is for group talks and one-on-one therapy with a psychologist. A guard is usually present to make sure that no one gets hurt.

((Working on it! I JUST got off Skype with my friend and she dislikes the sound my keyboard makes when I'm typing))

Aaron stood towards the back of the room, not really making eye contact with anybody. There were a few patients already sitting down, but they weren't making any trouble, so he continued his silence. Unlike the other guards, Aaron only chose to intervene when necessary, and he saw no reason to upset the perfectly stable atmosphere (which he was bound to do if he dared open his mouth).

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The doors swung open and the patients turned to see Dr Gray strutting in, her perfectly curled golden hair bouncing behind her. Her face was freshly made up and she wore lipstick in the deep pink she knew she looked best in. Her eyes moved calculatingly over the contents of the room. Just chairs, and lunatics, with a few guards at the back, but they were hardly much different. She smiled brightly. "Well I don't believe I've met most of you," she said excitedly, "My name is Dr Gray and I'll be taking this session for today. I don't usually do group work, but I'm sure I can accommodate you." She waved over to where she saw a patient interacting with a guard. "Over here, sweetheart, I need everyone sat down before I can begin."

Aaron was glad he'd been saved from having to answer such a plethora of questions. He'd hate to disappoint the patient with all the wrong answers he was bound to give. "I think Doctor Gray would be happy to explain. Take a seat." Aaron gestured widely to the numerous still-open seats to make sure Julian knew his options.

((Mars?))

((Mars, it's your turn))

Once all the patients had settled down, Dr Gray wasted no time in getting started. "Okay, is everyone comfortable? Good." She did not sit down in her seat as the psychiatrist would usually have done, but remained standing. "I'm going to start off the session, mkay?" She flung up her arms in a windmill action. "Close your eyes my darlings, go into your minds... What's the first thing you notice? I'm going to take a wild guess and say the bars. You may not have noticed before, but you're minds are more imprisoned than your bodies are. That's why you're here... It's very important you understand that." She looked over the patients. Honestly, it was always the pretty ones who were insane.

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((Don't worry, take your time))

((after this, I'm going to Universal with my family so I may not be able to reply))
Aaron gazed around the room, making sure that the patients were all in line before any of the rest of the guards could get at them. They were all a bit... trigger happy, to put it lightly. Seeing that everyone appeared to be complying, Aaron settled in for what was likely to be a very long and drawn out therapeutic session; Doctor Gray sure did love hearing herself talk, Aaron had learned.

((It's okay, if you'd like we can leave it until you get back))

((I don't mind.))

((anyone?))

((Mars, it's your turn))

Kieran mutter incoherent words under his breath as he clutched the file in his hands. It was a rather large one which made him wary on just exactly who this Aurelie person was. Naturally he'd read most of the papers last night before he fell asleep, but now not a single thing was stuck in his mind. Maybe he truly was going insane? He shook his head. As soon as he let such a thought in he lost all sense of time and he had no such time to waste. Setting it back down on his desk he smoothed the lapels of his suit before getting up. Only a second passed before he heard a knock at the door and he smiled fondly. He always had enjoyed promptness.

Aurelie strode through the door, every blonde hair in perfect place and her sleek black suit perfect. As a senator, she got certain privileges, even in an asylum. "You must be my doctor. I was told you are... Kieran, right?" She mused, holding out a hand to shake his. "I am Aurelie Castex." She introduced with her charming smile, sitting neatly in the chair across from him and crossing her legs. She smoothed out the folds of her suit pants over her legs, getting rid of every little fold and crease. She would not tolerate anything less than personal perfection.

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