Log - We Need to Talk (Open)

[graveyounglady]

Who: Mercy Graves & OTA
When: Early/mid-November
Where: Around the ADI HQ
Summary: Going to some counseling sessions and offering her own counseling services.
Warnings: Will add as they come up!

A. Attending Counseling
It might be the first time she's here or the third or fourth. Stepping through the doors to the counseling center in ADI never does get much easier. She'd feel better if it were some sort of temple, maybe, knowing there were clerics behind the doors or some other leader. At least she knows that some of the time, there is another cleric. Caduceus when he's in is someone she feels safe with.

And today, she has someone else with her. Maybe an old friend, maybe someone she's only just met. They might be there to meet with Caduceus to talk or it might be someone else working in this department.

"You feeling all right with this?"


B. Mealtime Wisdom
It's not just Mercy who needs help. She knows others do, and some of them don't seem keen to head to the counseling center. That doesn't mean she can't lend an ear for those that might want it. She notices someone sitting alone in the canteen when she steps in during lunch or dinner. Maybe they're new, maybe they've been here a while and just look lonely to her eyes. Either way, she steps close to the table.

"This here seat taken? Don't much like eating by myself. Makes it dull as hemming a skirt."

Comments

[graveyounglady]

"I don't know the rules!" Mercy huffs. "Maybe- I mean, I ain't never met any dead people before. Not ones that could walk or talk. "Could be you can eat and things like that. Would you be willing to come to medical for a check-up? Just to make sure your heart's beating and the like."

[myfavoritemurder]

"It's still beating." She presses a hand to her chest, just above her breastplate, as if to make sure. "I can feel it. What else could you possibly want to know?"

[graveyounglady]

"Ain't rightly sure. Anything else odd about you? If there is anything. You'll forgive a body, but I was in the business of putting folk in the ground for a long time. Didn't have none of them come walking out of the graves." That's just weird, Callisto.

[myfavoritemurder]

"Oh, darling--" she drawls. "Where do I start?"

It's been a long, long time since she's considered herself anything like a typical person. But all the same, she knows that that's not the type of oddness that Mercy is talking about, so after a moment she sobers, answering more seriously.

"No. As far as the things you're interested in go, I'm just like everybody else."

[graveyounglady]

Mercy considers that answer for a long moment. "Then what about the things I ain't showing interest in?"

[myfavoritemurder]

"Well, for starters, I don't have a heart anymore."

She taps her chest again.

"But only metaphorically."

[graveyounglady]

"You... wait." Now she's confused. "You ain't got a metaphorical heart, but you got a literal one?"

[myfavoritemurder]

"That's right. It beats, but there's nothing but rage left in there."

Very dramatic, and not entirely true, but it's how she feels much of the time.

[graveyounglady]

Mercy tilts her head. "I don't reckon anyone without a heart'd be here, my lady. It's a place with good folk doing good work. Maybe there's something growing in you."