[LOC] The Civisect Rehabilitation and Counseling Center

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The Center’s designated dining block is small and sterile. The apple juice is watery and the cookies are frosted with white and pastel icing in the form of Alternian fauna and flora.

At this point, Bellen was used to stopping by the centers dining block on a regular basis. She enjoyed not only munching the cookies offered and sipping the watered down apple juice, but helping the them out with making the foods offered, when allowed. It reminded her of helping out in the swamp, even if just a little.

Visitor point count: 270 + 2 = 272  

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Out in the courtyard, you watch some of the patients play a game called “Four Quadrants” with a rubber ball. It’s getting pretty intense!

Vremea loved being out in the courtyard. While normally she avoided going outside due to the amount of dodgeballs flying around, when they were small games of hopscratch or Four Quadrants, Bellen enjoyed to watch their games and root for both sides as well as offer them all cookies and apple juice!

Visitor point count: 272 + 8 = 280  

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You walk past the courtyard. Patients are playing dodgeball out here! You get a bit too close and get smacked in the face.

...There it was. Bellen managed to duck her head before the dodgeball could land directly on her face, but it did manage to slam the back of her head pretty fiercely. Bellen held back a groan and adjusted her glasses. Back inside she went.

Visitor point count: 280 + 1 = 281  

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You just so happen to read the charts of a patient as you pass by a vacated counter. Who knew “Penchant for garish, mismatched socks” was a symptom of rebellious thought patterns?

Bellen was careful when she peeked over the sides of any vacated counter she passed by. For some reason, she always seemed to find "penchant for garish, mismatched socks" on the charts of patients assumed to be rebellious in nature. It wasn't like the rebels looked so... Terrible! Or, did they? Vremea would have to bring better looking clothes next time she went back...

Visitor point count: 281 + 5 = 286  

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There’s a wiggler’s block over here. Lusii are comforting their young while other trolls sit alone.

Looking at the lusi comforting their young, Vremea was reminded of her own lusus. While these days she only saw Yakmom when in the swamp, she missed the feel of her fur in between her hands. She missed the nights she'd read to her on a cold, windy night in her small hive.

Visitor point count: 286 + 6 = 292  

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There’s a wiggler’s block over here. Lusii are comforting their young while other trolls sit alone.

Sometimes Vremea wondered if she could go back. They were small desires, ones she'd never voice, but she missed the solitude of her old hive, and sometimes even the simplicity of her teenagerdom. Come adulthood, everything went crazy.

Visitor point count: 292 + 6 = 298  

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The Center’s designated dining block is small and sterile. The apple juice is watery and the cookies are frosted with white and pastel icing in the form of Alternian fauna and flora.

As she sat in the dining block, munching on a small cookie she picked up from one of the trays, she considered her life since she joined the rebellion and remembered how much more confident in herself she began to feel, after moving and becoming apart of something a lot bigger than her. After joining the trolls she now called her family. She wondered just how much they would have to suffer for them all to feel as she did whenever she hung out with the swamp.

Visitor point count: 298 + 2 = 300!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hivestuck

POINTS AT 300!!! POINTS AT ALL MY POSTS FILLED!!!! WIGGLES ALL OVER, SCREECHING LOUDLY!!!! EEE

 

[DraconicFeline]

Psykgi Mentha

Psykgi did what she did, and usually, she managed pretty well. But, of all of the things she got assigned to do, dealing with the wigglers was the hardest. Was it really only a few sweeps ago that she'd been like them? They were so small, so different mentally from her, and from those she associated with, that it was hard to figure them out sometimes. Harder still, when they needed assistance. How, she wondered, could she help their minds when she didn't understand the normal ones? But, she supposed, practice would make pretty good and mimicry made almost-perfect. So, she kept her smile on her face while watching how more experienced orderlies acted, and got through the activities with as much professional cheer as possible...

But it always left her more exhausted than usual. She hoped that would change with time.

Psykgi Visitor Count

32

 

[DraconicFeline]

Psykgi Mentha

Psy had been told to confiscate the socks of one of the patients. Despite being actually in fairly good condition and clean, she'd been told to hold it far away from her. As far, indeed, as possible.

It was a little silly, to be honest. Garishness isn't catching, she thought to herself amusedly. Even if the colorful fasion wave was still sweeping through Civisect city. Still, she was starting to see why it was frowned upon in the center. Not because of 'rebel tendencies', but because it went against the soothing atmosphere (and the targeted discomforts.) It was imperitave to control the color environment as much as society permitted.

And that meant no garish socks.

I wonder, though, she thought as she carefully 'disposed' of the sock as she had been told to do, whether a rainbow of colors or grey are more aberrant? It was something to mull over, at least.

Psykgi Visitor Count

37

 

[DraconicFeline]

Psykgi Mentha

For some reason, she kept being assigned to the wiggler facility. Why, she could only guess at - and it probably had something to do with testing her resolve. Or just sticking her in the job that no one else wanted... which was odd, because she was reasonably certain that there were other trolls at the center who loved working with wigglers, or were better at it. It could even be a little bit of both. Well, the joke was on them, because she wasn't going to let them down no matter what she did. She would do her damndest with a smile on her face, kids or no.

Tonight's activity was a scaled-down dummy-insulting-and=beating.Lusii were not allowed to do the striking - the children had to punch it in the mouth on their own, and take their turns doing so. Her job was to note down the interesting things that came out of the children's squawk-gapers, encourage the children in their violent rejection of Anti-empire propaganda, advise on safe punching form, and make sure that they took their turns and that none of them tried to punch each other in the face. That was against the rules.

One of the yellowblooded children was concerning her because what they were saying every time they came forward to hit the dummy didn't seem all that sincere. Or... something like that. She couldn't put her finger on it, but something seemed off... Well, not much she could do about that right now! She'd just report it later.

Psykgi Visitor Count

43

 

[DraconicFeline]

Psykgi Mentha

Today, Psykgi was overseeing the outdoor time of some of the patients. She wished she was the one playing, though - Four quadrants was a great game, a mess of rivalries and lifelike dramas concentrated into a game with a drawn square and a rubber ball. Bouncing. Being bounced.

It was getting intense out there - Psykgi itched to join in. Her hands tightened on the first aid kit in her hands, her smile freezing on her face as she tamped down the desire. She had a job to do.

Psykgi Visitor Count

51

 

[DraconicFeline]

Psykgi Mentha

One of the patients she was working with shared a cupcake they'd gotten from Dr. Resmem herself. Of course, Psykgi knew the true origin of the cupcakes, but that didn't make them any less sugary and tasty. They were a good patient, willing to be open about their problems and endure all of the activities necessary to repairing their mental balance and their perception of their place in the world.

"You know, I think all of my problems stem from my ex..." they said. Good for them, that they made that sort of relvelation on their wiggling day. It would be what they did with it that mattered.

Psykgi thought back to her, ah, erratic behavior at Bloodfest. Of course, being Bloodfest, emotions always ran high. But had she taken civic pride too far when she'd attacked the smoothie salestroll? Despite his booth serving compost and mustard and gog only knew what? She was a redblood, so possibly. Such behavior was unusual for her, after all.

She bid the happy patient adeiu and finished off her cupcake in the hallway, letting her lusus clean the remains off of her fingers. It probably was not Eridia's fault, the purpleblood was not that important. But the feelings she had had for Eridia before the Tower... maybe they needed an outlet?

Well, she'd investigate her own mind further later. She had work to do now.

Psykgi Visitor Count

61

 

[DraconicFeline]

Psykgi Mentha

Psykgi looked over the chart again. Apparently, the patient currently in the theatre was suspected of potential aberrant tendencies. Again, though, with the colors. After seeing it so often on the charts, she could sort of believe it, actually - that wearing a variety of colors was a sign of challenging the system, that hiding those colors in their socks implied some level of sedition (as opposed to pride or appreciation). It made sense, but what did that mean for trolls like Static or Calida?

Either way, she was in charge of this one tonight. "Here we are!" she said cheerily, as she led them to their seat. "You need to watch the whole thing - no closing your eyes..." she strapped them in securely, tightening the straps with the ease of practice. She'd done this before. "It's for the best - for your safety and for everyones." she gave them a pat, "I'll be here when you're done and when you're ready to talk about your feelings, okay?" She backed away and waited for the program to begin.

She'd seen it all before. The point was that they saw it, and that she saw their reaction. She stood at the ready with her clipboard, and prepared to take notes.

Psykgi Visitor Count

66

 

[DraconicFeline]

Psykgi Mentha

Pairing off this patient for the weekly How Are You Doing In Your Therapy was difficult. They didn't get along very well with others. Aggression was fine of course, it was a part of the Alternian way of life, but hyper-aggression - the sort that sent them flying at other trolls throats at slightest provokation, in public, without regard to blood rank or... anything, really... was a recipe for being arrested and/or culled. That they were a kid, and willing to try to change was a promising sign. And they were doing fairly well, from what Psykgi could tell. But, understandably, for this particular therapy, they required some... creativity.

Psykgi's job was to supervise the product of that creativity - keep them in a, clean, comfortable, calming room and pair them off one-on-one with a more socially adept young patient. It was working well. They were talking and Psykgi observed it all with a very keen eye -

This was what progress looked like.

Psykgi Visitor Count

73

 

[DraconicFeline]

Psykgi Mentha

It was the hyperagressive patient's first wiggling day party. Not their first wiggling day, obviously, but the first one with other kids. They thought they were ready to have a party without tearing into someone's throat. Psykgi was there to help supervise as the kids in the children's ward celebrated a little. This time, everyone got a 'fresh baked' cupcake, since they were trying to encourage constructive social behavior in all of the trolls involved.

So far, so good - no one had been bitten or mauled, and the kid genuinely seemed to be enjoying themselves. Good. Positively reinforcing acceptable behavior was important. She'd make sure they got an extra cupcake later if they kept it up.

"Mentha?" She turned to the orderly, smiling at them, though she kept the group in the corner of her eye as they did party things.

"Hmm? What's up?"

"Which one is..." the orderly pointed to a name on a file.

"Oh gosh, well." She turned to the group of kids, squinting slightly as she did her best to remember the names of each. "I think... yep yep, that's the greenblood over there, the one with bleached tips. The one with the chirpbeast toy on the cupcake."

"That one?"

"Yup!" Psykgi watched one of the interactions carefully before deciding that things were still going well.

"Have they mentioned..." The orderly opened the file, "... any of these?"

"Mm, no, but I'm not involved with their case." Psy said, smiling apologetically, "Ah, excuse me." She was seeing signs of stress in the hyperagression patient, so it was probably time to gently get them out.

Psykgi Visitor Count

83