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[eyes_are_uphere]

Who: Tsunade and you
What: Catch all post for therapy shenanigans (including just trolling her or bothering her), as well as a secret special open thing for mostly faculty
When: May (time is ambiguous)
Where: Tsunade's office and the halls of the faculty housing
Warnings: Uh, for the second one a very drunk woman, it's fine.

Catch all for therapy office

[Feel free to bother Tsunade during her office hours, or call her down for them. Either/or. All things are applicable here.]

Continuation of Toki thread

This is getting absolutely ridiculous to her, to a point where she's having to take mental notes of what all questions and concerns are even coming up in this ramble. And ramble it absolutely is and once he seems to have paused she's just taking a deep breath with a small bit of a smile and just fishing out a notebook and pen.

"Okay, let's slow it down and start out with a list, okay? What of these things is concerning you the most right now? We'll go from there and list in that order and see what to start with and what things might be interconnected to each other. It'd probably also help to get your name and what your abilities are, just in case that's interfering with your mental or psychological state as well. Since there's some out there that absolutely will and I wouldn't want to give you some way to cope with a problem and it interfere with those. Hell, the school would have my head if I did that."

Faculty quarters, stairs are doable

Given some of the people in this place, being loud is probably nothing too unheard of. But when it's something like one in the morning on a weekday, it's probably not as nice to have to deal with. Especially when it's some really incoherent Japanese mumbling down the end of the hallway.

In due time or if investigated it's very clearly Tsunade with what is very clearly an empty sake bottle in hand wandering the hallway, or trying to, with her free hand pressed against the wall to keep her steady. Tonton's also just following at her side and making soft concerned pig noises to maybe do something to get her to turn back or just get someone's attention to this hot mess.

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Continuation

[yokeye]

"Lists are good!"

He grabs a notebook from his bag and starts said list. He's forgotten which order he's said what in, but he'll attempt to write things down while he continues the discussion. What did she want? His name and... something. Abilities!

"My name's Tokidoki Rikugou. I have like two abilities, but they're separate and not related because one's from a daemon contract and the other is a f-flame power, anyway! I'm a seer and I have some like superspeed thing. The seer stuff is contract related!"

He looks at notes, and he's written a few things, possibly in order.

"What did you want to know again?"

[eyes_are_uphere]

... A daemon contract and a seer? What the hell were they teaching students here? It can't be helped now, she supposed, there's nothing that can really done once a contract is made as far as she's aware. Or as far as she's concerned, for that matter.

"Daemon contract. You know, I was hoping that wasn't something I was going to continually run into, but I shouldn't have hoped on that." She already has enough of that on her hands and here's another one dropped in her lap and this one isn't what she'd call a treat to be talking to even in the initial stages.

"I wanted you to write down your concerns in order of highest concern. Because that's a lot and it'd be better if we focused on one or two before moving onto the rest."

[yokeye]

"There's an contract epidemic, it seems~! Professor Atchison must be slacking this semester~!"

He stares at his notebook for a few minutes, then starts making arrows and lines to rearrange what he's written in order of highest concern. He changes his mind four times, scribbling out words and arrows and then going back and writing them again. The words are starting to blur with unshed tears. He doesn't know what's most concerning, or even if anything is.

"Can you just pick something!?"

[eyes_are_uphere]

"I would think those would be highly watched, but I see I was wrong."

While he's doing that she's quietly watching him and taking a few notes of her own, until he's speaking again and she can tell this is getting them absolutely nowhere.

"Alright, let me see your notebook and I'll see what we have. If you're okay with that? If you need some time to catch your breath or get some air, then feel free to. I'm not going to hold you against your will and I'd rather not upset you if it can be helped." It'd just take longer to get him to calm down and no one has time for that, she certainly doesn't.

[yokeye]

He hands over the notebook immediately. Everything's written in messy Japanese except the last line. The list, after many corrections reads as follows:

thoughts are wrong
calm down - shut up
what is reality
nothing works right
they're too worried
i don't understand
jamais vu

[eyes_are_uphere]

Once he's handing it over, she's looking over it and quietly chewing on the end of her pen. This... isn't what she really expected. It's a whole lot of mess with a few connecting lines but others that don't really seem to line up or directly contradict others.

It's not until she's getting to the last one that's she's pausing, oh fuck, that one.

"... On the last one here, does it deal more with situations, places, or words and thoughts for you? Please try and remember if you can't exactly, of these I'd venture that this is the most serious as it could very possibly be connected with physical trauma."

[yokeye]

Oh shit. What was the last one on the list? French! He wrote in French last.

"Places! Like, I don't know if this was the actually first time that happened, but it's the first time I remember it happening and it's like sort of sometimes at the same time when I don't know what's really there or- but that's not important right now? The first time! I was seven or eight maybe and I was at home but when I went into the kitchen it was like somebody else's house! Does that make sense? I had to be my kitchen, but it didn't feel like my kitchen and then I checked the drawers and the cabinets because everything was wrong and unrecognizable, but it went away!"

[eyes_are_uphere]

As a young child and places, that's at least settling her a little bit. But there's something else that's tugging at her and it's taking the priority in this situation, but at least she's able to keep her tone calm and collected, for now.

"When you were around that age, did you happen to be in any accidents that might have involved your head? Alternatively, I seem to recall you said something about not feeling like yourself? Is it something like you're not in your own body, as if the life you're leading is someone else's and you're just inhabiting that space?"

[yokeye]

Toki gets more comfortable in the chair. Tsunade doesn't seem to want to send him right out the door like the last guy. To be fair, he was dealing with constant panic attacks and crying and screaming. Maybe that's why he quit.

"I never got hurt before coming here, not anything but like tripping over something..."

It's hard to describe the other thing to make someone understand.

"It's not so much me, I don't feel like my body doesn't belong to me or anything, it's everyone else, everything else! It's like... being inside a TV, this perfect world and I can't touch it. I can't be a part of it. Like everything exists... and then there's me. Does that make sense?"

Faculty Quarters

[nor_iron_bars]

Aww, finished already? Didn't anyone ever tell you that you're supposed to bring enough for the whole class?

[Like calls unto like, and a hot mess calls another hot mess forth.]

[It's unclear whether Jail heard Tsunade's mumbling and came over to see what was happening, or whether she just kind of sensed that there was alcohol and an attractive lady in the vicinity and somehow spontaneously manifested.]

[Either way, the playful smirk is audible in Jail's voice as she saunters down the hallway, greeting Tsunade with a cheery wink and an outstretched hand for her to take, if she wants to steady herself a little.]

C'mon, lemme help you out.

[eyes_are_uphere]

[It takes her a moment to even process those words and she's about to respond until stumbling just a bit and managing to right herself again. Shit, it's been a while since she's pulled this shit and it's coming to bite her right in the ass.

Which is exactly the reason she's keeping an intent gaze on her and then looking down towards Tonton who is merely nudging her leg with her head. Okay, that's probably enough of a sign that she's not where she needs to be and is huffing out a soft breath and reaching a slightly shaky hand out to take the one offered.]

Don't... usually wander like this. [Or at all, but a new place and situation causes stranger things. At least she'd been mostly careful about her clothing choices and there's not more cleavage on show than there normally is, even if her necklace already draws enough attention by itself.]

[nor_iron_bars]

[Jail supports Tsunade with the casual ease of long practice- given her lifestyle, she's been on both sides of the 'help a drunk friend home' walk plenty of times.]

Oughtta hit me up next time you feel like wandering, then- I do it plenty, so I'm an expert. I know all the best places to be.

[She tilts her head curiously at the sight of pig, but Tonton isn't the weirdest pet she's seen around here, so she just gives her a brief, friendly wave with the hand that isn't being used to steady Tsunade.]

Anywhere you really wanna be right now, or should I just help you find the nearest comfy chair to sit down on 'til the room stops spinning?

[eyes_are_uphere]

[At least she's not being condescended towards, which is a plus in her book. And she's just taking a moment to try and process everything with a vain hope that maybe this is just some weird dream and she's totally in her room passed out instead.]

Mm, not the most fun to be drunk around. [It's usually far more depressing than this and is mainly the reason she tends to drink alone, even if it means this situation happens far more often than she'd care to admit. Typically it doesn't tend to turn into her wandering or being obnoxious and needing to be escorted back to her room, but there's a first time for everything.]

Pitiful that it only took a week, huh? [To start drinking, she means. But the question is causing her to pause with a small hum at the very least.]

Dunno where I was going?

[nor_iron_bars]

Eh. [She shrugs, not looking concerned.] I know how to make my own fun.

[Judgement isn't really her thing- both in the sense of not caring much what other people do, and not thinking much about what she does. Life's too short to let little things like bad decisions slow you down.]

But hey- if you don't like going out to drink, maybe you oughtta try dancing. Know a few good places for that, too. [She grins.]

Got a room 'round here, maybe? I can get you back if you remember what number it was.

[eyes_are_uphere]

[Is she hitting on her? She can't even be sure right now, but at least she's not judging her and that's... comforting, in a way. Been a while since that's something she's felt, huh.]

Not much of a dancer, not that great at it. [It's also been ages, but she's not too hard to talk into things if done the right way.]

I... think it was 211, maybe? [She's pretty sure that's the number of her room, but it hasn't been entirely ingrained in her memory just yet. But that's about the time Tonton is making a loud buhi noise to try and get her attention and start trotting back down the hallway.

At least the pig knows where it is.]

[nor_iron_bars]

[She's a little bit hitting on her. Only a little bit, right now, because she's drunk and Jail would rather wait until she's back in her right mind to flirt properly.]

Been getting a lotta practice at teaching people things, lately. Might as well try teaching you to dance, if you wanna try learning.

[She chuckles slightly at Tonton's insistent noise, nodding amiably at the pig.] Welp, looks like one of us knows the way. Good enough for me.

[She gently nudges Tsunade to indicate the direction they're apparently supposed to be walking in, still holding her steady to make sure she doesn't stumble or fall.]

[eyes_are_uphere]

[That's absolutely fair enough and more than anyone else would probably give. In her experience, anyway.]

I wouldn't mind, it'd be something... different, than what I'm used to. [A hell of a lot different, but she has said to herself she'd at least try something new to get her out of whatever rut she's been stuck in. This place was supposed to be it in some form.

As for Tonton, she's just happily leading the way and Tsunade's at least coherent enough to get the picture on the nudging to move with her. Not the best walking, but she's not clinging and stumbling on the wall anymore.]

She always knows the way... [The pig, she means. Even as Tonton is sitting down in front of her door and waiting patiently. Good luck finding where she put her key, Jail.]

Office Hours

[talkstoposters]

[You know, it's really difficult for a koppa like Bowser to get around. Most places are difficult to traverse due to his size and his lumbering around makes it obvious where he is to anyone in the near vicinity. Which is exactly what he doesn't want today. When Bowser does head down to Tsunade's office, he makes sure there are few, if any people around, and tries to play it off like he's here for something else. Anything else.

...really starting to wonder why he's doing this. That is, he knows why he's doing this, but why is he actually going through the trouble of talking to some dumb nerd with a degree about his "problems"? This idea is stupid. Yet he continues on over anyway, knocking on the door to her office.]

[eyes_are_uphere]

[What the fuck are degrees? But it doesn't matter at this point as she's just casually writing something at her desk when he decides to come by and the moment she hears that knocking not even bothering to look up just yet.]

Come in, it's unlocked. [At least she's honest about her door technically always being open. But once he opens that door, the office at least looks pretty normal and standard. Only really stand-out things is the tiny pet pig wearing a sweater and pearl necklace curled up on a bed in the corner along with a picture on the edge of the desk.]

[talkstoposters]

[Huh, weird that it's unlocked. Or not. Bowser's not exactly the kind of person who'd bother talking about his problems or whatever, but he figures it's at least worth a shot to try it once. Especially since his current approach hasn't been working for over 20 years and he'd be lying if he wasn't getting sick of it. Not to mention that last time...

He enters pretty quickly and shuts the door behind him, taking note of his surroundings (and seeming more than a little confused) before finally turning to meet Tsunade. Can't really meet here gaze since she's looking down, so he kinda just...stares off at the wall behind her.

Why is he doing this again?]

Heard you're the school's new therapist. Is this something for students only or can staff show up, too?

[eyes_are_uphere]

[Hey, she's not holding him to anything at least. Though once he's speaking she's finally looking up and carefully closing the journal she'd been writing in. Oh, this is one of the other faculty, isn't it. He's interesting just by appearances alone and she's at least being friendly enough to give him a small bit of a smile. Gotta keep up appearances.]

That'd be right. And you're free to it just as much as they are, the whole deal about keeping things private between us extends to faculty just as much as it does to students. Feel free to sit? [She shouldn't really be surprised that someone other than a student has decided to come here, but given the impressions she's picked up from the school itself, well, it's still surprise.]

You also don't have to jump straight into it, if you don't want to, whatever's comfortable for you.

[talkstoposters]

[Everyone at this school is A Mess, Tsunade. It's amazing there wasn't anyone already here when Bowser showed up.

Bowser nods, eyes roaming the room for a place to sit. He's...not exactly small, but one of these chairs should do it? It creaks a little and the very image of this giant turtle, dragon, ox man sitting down in a chair like this is pretty funny, but otherwise it holds his weight surprisingly fine.

Weird.]

I don't? [He blinks.] So...what am I supposed to do, then?

[eyes_are_uphere]

[She's also a Mess, just a bit quieter about it. So it's totally fine, right? Of course it is.

Though she's humming a little once he's sitting and asking those questions. That's pretty common and she's just taking everything in stride right now.]

Mhmm. I mean, some people feel more comfortable just asking me questions or talking about their day or whatever before they get into their problems. But mostly I'm here to listen to whatever you want me to, so. [She shrugs a little, that's not totally professional but it's the honest truth at the very least.]

[talkstoposters]

[Bowser's the kind of person who's relatively easy to read, especially when the motion you need to read is surprise.]

...not what I was expecting, honestly, but okay. If you say so.

[He pauses for a few moments, gathering his thoughts. There is one thing that's on his mind before they talk about anything else and she did say he could ask questions. Not that he'd withhold from asking even if she didn't give him the go-ahead.]

What about advice? Do you give any of that? Or is it just listening?

[prisoneroffate]

[Ren's late night trips aren't without some... administrative cost. The Faculty is fully aware of his actions as a Phantom Thief of Hearts, and do occasionally dictate required actions to ensure his physical and mental health. And so, here he is, gently rapping on Tsunade's door]