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*And thus, Death wanders into her office, leaving the door open a crack in case anyone wants to talk.

Students, teachers. For therapy, for help, or just for a chat and some scones.*

*... right, there's also a sign on the door!*
ENTIRE SCHOOL:
MY APOLOGIES FOR MY ABSENCE YESTERDAY. THERE WERE MANY THINGS TO ATTEND TO PERSONALLY. IF YOU HAVE ANY CONCERNS WHATSOEVER, OR SIMPLY DESIRE COMPANY, FEEL FREE TO COME IN.

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*CJ walks in after classes are done*

Hello?

((ooc: mun will be lagging in reply until after 5pm PST...but has been looking forward to this...))

Hello, CJ.

*Smiling, Death waves at a chair.*

Have a seat, if you like. Maybe a scone?

Oh, um...thank you.

*sits, picks up a scone, stares at it*

I, uh...

*Decides to go the direct route*

I think I'm losing my mind.

*Death smiles.*

People say that often. And when I ask if they've looked everywhere? Often, my point is missed. Why do you think that, I wonder?

Probably because people who think that are past laughing.

*Laughs only a little*

Is this where I tell you it's not in the last place I looked?

Most likely. Where are you looking? And, well, what's wrong? Where do you think it's gone to?

*Introspective questions: the way of counseling.*

*Stares at her. *

Well, I don't know. What's wrong is I'm scared...scared of what? Being alone I guess. The people I love all die...and I can't stop thinking about them. All of them, in my past. I can't let it go.

Yes, that's it. I can't get beyond my life before here. I liked my life before I came here. Since I've been here it's tears and weirdness and zombies.

And I...
*should she tell?*

I'm afraid that everyone that I love dies because of me.

((ooc: I'm playing on as if Death helped CJ realize her problems, just so you know. It's cool to slow play this...but I'm sick of playing angst for a while.))

I killed the librarian. And then he got better. And Parker says he's a goblin.

... a goblin? No, dear, I don't think he's a goblin. He's not going to die, but he's not a goblin.

Okay. Good. That's just like Parker, it is. *annoyed/amused mutterings under breath* Um, that's all I wanted to talk about. Thanks.

...what kind of scones?

Butter and lemon. And sugar, as well. They're good, I promise.

Yum. *swallows a mouthful of scone* They're not going to turn me into a gremlin or anything?

No, I promise. Don't eat my brother's food, though.

Yeah, I um. I heard about what happened to Hank. Thanks for your time, Miss.

Absence yesterday, absence every day. I try to make an appointment with you, you ignore me. Twice. Some counselor. At least Mackenzie has office hours and sticks with them.

OOC: *squeaks* I'm sorry! I'm a flake.

My apologies, Janet. Really. It is a busy life, is all. I'm here, but you don't really have to talk to me.

Marty comes to the door and knocks.

"Um Death? Do you have time to talk?"

'Course I do, Martin. Come on in.

Marty sits down nervously and looks around the room fidgeting.

"I...uh.. have a problem and..."

Marty swallows hard.

"This thing here... this is a doctor/patient confidentiality right?"

You bet. I don't tell a damned thing anyone doesn't tell me to tell. Or, rather, to simplify it ... yes. Not speaking to anyone about anything.

"I'm... I was a professional killer. I have one contract left to fulfill but... I don't want to be a part of that any more. I'm kind of stuck in a situation and I'm not sure what to do about it."

[OOC: Any chance we can continue this conversation? Sorry I dropped off. RL Stuff.]

*looks at the sign, mulls it over for several long minutes, and finally knocks on Death's door*

*Mystique pokes her nose around the door, and tries to make off with a scone and get back out quickly.*

*Caroline leans in the door*

Ah... Hi?

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