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[Not long after this post from the Malnosso's new therapist, there is a huge racket going on at the Welcome Center. His rage at the thought of being taken to therapy and his instability in Luceti has gone over the edge and Walter is screaming and throwing chairs and bed mattresses, lamps and anything else he can get his hands on. The tirade is caught on video as he throws his journal across the room, smashing it into the wall and jolting it on. It shows him upside down.]

I will not go! They can't make me!

Peter! Peter!! [He picks up a glass and smashes it against the far wall.]

Disgusting, dirty, everything is contaminated with their evil! They're watching our every move! Everything we do! Our entire lives - our privacy, our names!

Damn vipers among our ranks and we can't even ferret them out?!

I won't go! I will NOT be taken again!! Peter! You can't let them take me again!

[He grabs a lamp and smashes it against the floor repeatedly.]

I'll find how you watch us and I'll destroy it! I'll find it and destroy it!!!

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Suit yourself but you don't know what you're talking about.

I know exactly what I'm talking about! It's you people who keep leading me astray!

The Malnosso? [ Well, that's...clearer, a bit. ] D'you mean about that new one, who talked to us in the journals?

That viper! Hidden behind a child's smile to get behind our defenses!! You can't trust her, Ikki - doctors like them, they never want you to actually get better. They only want to poke around inside your mind and scramble everything up!

[Spock stares at Walter, eyes wide in surprise and shock as the feather is pulled from his wing. How could he do that and not show pain?]

No. Any wing alteration causes severe, chronic pain. I suggest you refrain from mutilating yourself, otherwise you may succumb to unconsciousness.

Oh stop being a baby, it's only one.

[Even if he sort of wants to throw up now. It's for SCIENCE, Spock!]

[Spock shakes his head. He has morals, after all. And if he finds out that Walter has been asking other people for their feathers, they'll have to have a 'chat'.]

Follow me please.

[The Vulcan leads them out of the building, and towards his home.]

[He follows, but as he does, he's trying to get his hands on one of Spock's feathers. IT'S ONLY ONE. COME ON, SCIENCE BRO.]

[Spock resists the urge to flap his hands at Walter to keep him away from his wings, but manages to refrain as they arrive at his house. Taking them inside, the Vulcan leads them to a door with a keypad... and promptly codes it to open the door.]

Please, come in.

[Inside is cramped and crude, especially considering what Spock is used to, but the lab serves its purpose.]

[Well then. He heads inside, marvelling at the advanced tech in here. Of course, it makes sense his tech is advanced - he's Spock, but it was still fascinating to see in person. He goes to one of the cabinets and taps it, peering at it.]

And you were able to recreate all of this from scratch?

It took quite some time, and no small amount of patience, but it is functional. Most of this runs off of my PADD.

[The Vulcan holds up a sleek tablet.] This is what I use to create various simulation programs at the Dome.

If it assists you, please feel free to utilize this lab whenever you wish.

I didn't talk to her. I mean, I saw her post, but I didn't say anything.

Just be careful with it - someone actually attempted to make a portal between dimensions a while back and it not only didn't work, it resulted in some bad consequences for them. [...That sounds like she's discouraging him though, so she bites her tongue and] Not that you shouldn't keep at it, just don't attempt anything without being sure you think you have it.

Yeah well for someone who clearly just had a love little temper tantrum in the Welcome Centre because of a therapist, you sure don't sound like it.

[Oh thank God...she's safe. Maybe. The woman knew his name already, so maybe she knew Ikki, too. Ikki had been here longer, after all.]

G-good. Don't talk to her. Don't ever talk to her. Or anyone who is on her side. They work together, teams, they team up on you and then you find yourself not recognizing who you are anymore.

...You've been ever so kind to me since I arrived. I wouldn't want them to hurt you, do you understand?

Who? I need to speak with this person - their efforts and notes would be of utmost use to me. [His plead is urgent and it comes through in his voice.]

What were their names? Are they here? I need to speak with them now.

You don't understand. They call them therapists, but it's just a nicer term for psychopaths with a degree and free license to do whatever they want to their patients. How do we know someone isn't going to come back lobotomized? Or that this woman might decide someone needs "extended help" and never come back at all?

I may yes.....

[He trails off, tapping the various surfaces to see what does what. Until he can recreate his own lab, this will do - most of the equipment here is far advanced beyond anything he knows in his own world. He gingerly rests his palm against one of the drawers and closes his eyes.]

Thank you...Mr. Spock. I-I feel much better knowing there are labs here.

[Spock can appreciate that... needing something to center yourself in a place so strange and inexplicable.]

There is no weakness in asking for assistance, and I am pleased that I could be of help to you. You are welcome here.

[Indeed. As long as he doesn't destroy anything, Walter is welcome to come here anytime.]

[ooc: We can fade it you wish~ But please know that I absolutely love these two~ I would very much like to plot with you in the future. ^_^]

As you will be in my lab once I have it.

...There may not be weakness, but it can be difficult sometimes.

[He smiles faintly and then pulls his hand away, rubbing his left in his right, held tight against his chest.]

I-I can be difficult to understand sometimes... But thank you. I'll be going now.

[He turns and nods his head to Spock with a small, boyish smile of appreciation. Then he heads out for now, back to the Welcome Centre to fix the mess he made.

ooc: I definitely want to continue the CR!]

One of them went home, I'm pretty sure. [But the other one is here and] Uh... one of them involved was Tony Stark though. He lives- [ A pause, and then she realizes she doesn't know] Somewhere in town. We can probably ask where at the Welcome Center.

[Tony Stark? That sounds like a comic book character.]

Wonderful. I live at the Center, so I can look up his address. He wouldn't be adverse to me popping by, do you think?

Paranoid much? I'm pretty sure that a therapist is nothing like that.

So I'm just gonna go and finish cleaning up my apartment and leave you to your raving. Try not to destroy the room you're in while you're at it!

[Selphie is done with Captain Paranoid.]

Said someone who has never been held hostage for seventeen years by them.

You go, be happy and safe in the presumed and false "knowledge" that they aren't out to harm us.

[Something just snaps inside Selphie at this insensitive comment. Her tone is flat and bordering on deadpan. She is quite annoyed because the crackpot thinks he knows everything there is to know. ]

I'm sorry, did you just say that I know nothing about being held hostage for years at a time? Don't think that you know everything about me based upon one conversation because you don't know a damn thing.

Don't even begin on trying to tell what that feels like. I'm already quite familiar with it.

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