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 Posted: Wed Jul 12, 2017 7:18 pm
In the coming weeks when sand and sea and sun have wrecked hunters one way or another, a notice appears on the bulletin cork board:
Need someone to talk to? Stop by The (nearly finished) House of Hope for one on one sessions and coffee!
Following the notice's directions, one will find themselves at a house-turned-chapel, its front doors flanked by two ionic columns. Although not quite finished and certainly pummeled by the island's new watery guests, the building stands as tall as any proud and injured fighter. One can see its walls have faint runes glowing from the outside.
Inside it's cozy, if a bit musty still. Towels cover the openings left in a broken window, and what ostensibly used to be the living room has been furnished with chairs borrowed from here or there on the island, as well as several bean bags and the home's accompanying couch. The one bright spot of life for now is the stained glass mandala in the living room's eastern wall, which catches the sun's rays as it sets and throws the room into color. Hunters can linger and dry off there or in the kitchen area, though the plumbing and electrical issues haven't been sorted out yet. For now, several runic battery operated coffee makers sit on the table with styrofoam cups, sugar, and cream packets as amenities. Lights consist mostly of similarly operated lamps, flashlights, and for some reason glow in the dark paint.
Upstairs in the two bedrooms are where the one on one counseling take place. Dawson occupies one with an extendable bed they've yet to move out, though hunters are free to borrow beanbags or chairs from the first floor or bring their own seating if they prefer. By no means is the man a trained counselor, but anyone who knows him could tell you: he's a good listener.
(And a better hugger, if you're willing.)
Quote: Here's a drabble orp for any character who wants to vent/talk about any issues or seek advice, or if you're just curious about the place! While Dawson is here for my benefit, if anyone else is interested in offering casual counseling or similar services, please dm or pm me!
What's a drabble rp? Think of a drabble like taking a scene from a movie and rping just that scene out, like a snapshot! Rather than attempt to set up multiple rps, having one hub for it seems more efficient. You don't have to make long visits or be particularly wordy, you can pop in and pop out if that suits you! Just make sure you put a bold title or something at the top of your post so I can distinguish your interaction from someone else's! People are free to share instances, but always ask the original poster if it's okay!
(Note that you still must post 800+ words if you want the rp point, however!)
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Posted: Thu Aug 03, 2017 10:33 pm
A challenge
Lawrence had said he'd show up and true to his word, he had, wanting a look at the chapel for himself. Beyond just that he wasn't sure what he wanted, but he was never one to turn down something that could ostensibly lead to annoying Dawson.
He'd promised Rodney he'd try, and so he would after a fashion.
"Evening." he said sweetly.
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Posted: Fri Aug 04, 2017 1:53 pm
A Challenge
Dawson was seated in what was once the living room, warming his hands around a mug of hot coffee since nobody was needing him upstairs. He looked at Lawrence over the mug and closed his eyes briefly, prepping himself for what was probably going to be an interesting conversation.
"Evenin'," he said in turn as he lowered his mug. "What can I do ya for?"
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Posted: Fri Aug 04, 2017 2:09 pm
A Challenge
Lawrence gave Dawson a small smile. "Well, counselling is what you are offering here, correct?"
He flitted his gaze around the room. "Mind if I sit?" he said. He wanted to see when Dawson would draw the line and throw him out, to see where his boundaries were. If he didn't he was equally happy to just go along with it.
He expected the other man to crack first.
"Would you believe I've been in therapy a few times in the past?" he said cheerfully.
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Posted: Sat Aug 05, 2017 11:55 pm
A Challenge
Dawson took another sip of his hot cocoa before he stood. "Not here," he said to Lawrence. "Bit too busy, don'tcha think." It wasn't, really, but he didn't want to do something like a one on one session in the open common room; that was what the upstairs had been designated for.
He began up the stairs after motioning for the other man to follow, looking tired more than annoyed at the moment. "I believe that, yeah," Dawson said. "On yer own decision, or?"
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Posted: Sun Aug 06, 2017 12:32 pm
A Challenge
"Certainly." he said. "Lead the way."
"No, I didn't choose it." he said as he followed along. "I had a very concerned father. Only wanted the best for his boy. Little Larry wasn't quite right, he thought doctors could fix it."
He tried not to think about the fact he was training to be a doctor now. It certainly wasn't to impress a man who wasn't even here.
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Posted: Sun Aug 06, 2017 9:53 pm
A Challenge
Lawrence was led to one of the two bedrooms on the second floor. It was still evident that everything had yet to be moved in still, delayed by the sudden weather change and oceanic beasts now roaming about as well as the horsemen's visit: a quarter of the window was covered in tarp, and there was still a bed and a desk for a child. Dawson closed the door and took the desk's seat, inviting him to take the bed if he wanted to sit.
"Tha' makes a difference, y'know," he said. "Choosin' instead've bein' forced. S'a man's instinct t'know what's wrong so he can start fixin' it. Yer dad wanted t'know what he could do to help you."
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Posted: Mon Aug 07, 2017 3:50 am
A Challenge
Lawrence sat down on the bed with the same level of haughty dignity he did everything, crossing his leg over at the knee. He had the feline ability to look at home anywhere.
“Rodney is very big on choice.” He said. “He is of the opinion that there is no such thing as inherent good or inherent love, he thinks we are all fundamentally sinners and that it is the choices we make which decide who we are. It is a view I currently am attempting to take on board myself. Hence why I’m here, and hence why I’m back on the medication I hate more than anything else.”
And he did look tired himself, more frazzled than usual, the shadows under his eyes darker and his mannerisms less sharp.
“With my father it was simply the fact I was a shameful blot on the family. He wanted to fix me so I would go back to watching football and grow up to be just like him. He couldn’t bear having something like me for a son. I had no choice then, I have a choice now, but I don’t want to “fix” myself, simply to learn how I should best behave to be permitted to exist.”
And somehow it was easy to say this to Dawson, knowing he was one of the people who resented him. It didn’t matter what he said, nothing could possibly make him like him any less.
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Posted: Tue Aug 08, 2017 3:21 pm
A Challenge
Moving had made it easier. The room was associated with a different atmosphere than the first floor, enough that even sitting one on one with Lawrence didn't have Dawson biting his tongue to say something snarky. Whatever the reason was, Lawrence had come here of his own volition--he had to respect that. It helped, ever so slightly, that weapons couldn't be summoned inside.
He raised his brows at the mention of medication but didn't pursue it for the moment. All of that was more paperwork, which he liked to put off when he could. He wouldn't get to the real meat of the conversation that way anyway.
"Fix," Dawson said, "is a bad word fer it. But I imagine tha's what he was thinkin'." It was a familiar word to be sure, certainly for him, but not the right one. Not here, not when it came to people.
"If ya came here lookin' fer some sorta guide to bein' decent so you pass the test later, that's not what this here's for, Porcelain." He clasped his hands together. "You used t'say all the tie how I'm clearly some sorta saint who knows all the s**t, but I don'. What this room here's for is fer talkin'. Seein' what you want outta life. Figure out the direction you wanna go. Work through the tough stuff we get on this job. If all you want's some QnA t'keep at pretendin'," Dawson shrugged, "I cain' help you. But if ya wanna talk about somethin'? Have at it."
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Posted: Thu Aug 10, 2017 9:13 am
A Challenge
Lawrence gave Dawson a rather tired look. "I was good at passing tests for a very long time, pretending to be what people wanted, no one suspected a thing. I'm capable of that and I think that I would be capable of it again if I set my mind to it, no one would know a thing. I could do that and I could still do whatever else I wanted alongside it. But that's not why I'm here."
He rubbed his face with his hand. "I don't pretend as much as I did, when I do it is directed, controlled, in a way people are aware of. If I pretend to be someone else, I go out with Rodney, he is aware that is what I'm doing, it is an excercise in something I enjoy, not a deception. It is harder to step out of this skin anyway these days, I intentionally made it so. I have a tattoo you know, most of my back actually. It belongs to Dr Michaels, so it is very very hard to be someone else. That is how.." he waved his hand vaguely. "All of it works. The shell matters."
And it was easy to talk once he started and it didn't matter if Dawson thought it was ridiculous, if he hated him more or disparaged him, he was a stable factor, someone who would be at least friendly even when he hated his very substance.
"I want to learn how to behave certainly, but not for the sake of pretending. I want to learn how to behave so that I no longer dissapoint Rodney, so that I can pass for a good person or at least a better one for no other reason than I want to. And I know that there are no saints. Rodney is a divine and beautiful creature but he is human and that is why I am even permitted to be with him."
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Posted: Fri Aug 11, 2017 11:00 pm
A Challenge
Dawson blinked. Either that was some really good medicine, or Lawrence was just spinning another tale to get what he wanted. He set the suspicion aside for now.
"Okay, so...Dr. Michaels is yer new character yer tryna be this better person as?" he asked, trying to understand. "Or s'that just the public face? 'Cuz there's a difference between Dr. Michaels tryna be decent n' you tryna bein' decent."
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Posted: Sun Aug 13, 2017 2:41 pm
A Challenge
Lawrence shrugged. "It's complicated." he said, and it was an understatement. "Yes it is who I am trying to be a better person as, but not in a false way. I am trying to be better, this persona is simply the means to do so. And is very probably the closest thing I have to who I want to be." He closed his eyes and exhaled.
"I don't know who I am any longer, so it's difficult to say what I want, but there is certainly a unified feeling of motion and of desire to do things better, to choose the most difficult path. Rodney is the canary in the coal mine, my measure of the path I am trying to walk. Dr Michaels doesn't want money, or blood or power, he just wants a home and a family."
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Posted: Tue Aug 15, 2017 8:27 am
A Challenge
Dawson would have needed more time than a conversation to really let that sink in. As it was, he settled for a long pause to chew the idea through, looking thoughtfully at his hands. What a strange world he lived in, truly.
"Okay," he said simply afterwards and lifted his gaze. For now, he had to beleive Lawrence. If he didn't, their time would be wasted anyway. "So. Tell me more about Dr. Michaels."
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Posted: Wed Aug 16, 2017 6:53 pm
ReturnMelvin had arrived that day, having gotten the information from Dawson on their return where to see him again. It had been easier to find him on the other island, where there were few places to go, and he felt like he was bothering him less when there was nothing more to do than just hunt, sleep, and think. Back in civilization had been overwhelming, but while it was hard to think he might not have talked out everything in a year, he didn't want to stop either.
He knocked at Dawson's home to continue where they left off.
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Posted: Sun Aug 20, 2017 2:36 pm
Awesome
Molly loved checking the board during her rare and short stints back on the Island in between rescue missions with Dakota. It was always exciting to see what people were up to, and she wasn't disappointed. When she had found the flyer for the House of Hope, she all but ran for the door.
She was utterly delighted, even if it was still a work in progress. The Mist hunter clapped her hands excitedly at every little bit, and was probably way too excited about all the coffee machines (which she helped herself too, of course). Next she climbed the stairs with her cup in hand, and then was carefully and cautiously peeking her curly red head around the door frame to peak into the room.
"Hello?" She asked, offering a smile, and her voice suddenly grew hushed. "I'm not interrupting anyone am I?" Her green eyes immediately went wide with horror at the thought, despite the fact the room was empty except for herself and Dawson.
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