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Clinic Hours - Tour and unofficial visit

After receiving Susan's message Wilson had made sure Phale was settled with everything he needed, that Phoebe and Bel were comfortable and then he'd taken Cash and headed up to the school.

Cash enjoyed the chance to romp though the puppy did run straight for the apartment door when they reached the clinic, whining softly, hopeful that House would appear.

"Later tonight, Cash. I promise. Come on boy." Whistling softly for the puppy, Wilson headed for the front of the clinic, opening the door and then settling down to work on some paperwork until Susan arrived.

Doctor is unofficial in, if you need him!

[ooc: I've got a small person issue I need to attend to so I may be SP till about 4ish EST.]

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Susan had slept in the teacher's lounge, and not really enjoyed it. Mostly because she kept dreaming she saw an enormous pink bear outside the room, and that, combined with her flight of fancy earlier in the day, kept her supremely unsettled. But she'd managed to pull herself together and make herself up presentably despite that.

"Dr. Wilson?" she asked, leaning in the door, then smiling shyly as she came in. "I'm Susan Pevensie. I believe I left you a voice mail, I hope you got it, otherwise I'm not sure if you know who I am."

Wilson was frowning at something on the blood work results for Chi when she happened to come through the door. Cash jumped up with a welcoming yip started to take a couple of steps towards her but then stopped, remembering that Uncle Jimmy was a little strict about such things.

Looking up his frown changed to a friendly if perhaps a slightly reserved smile as he stood up and walked towards her, hand extended.

"Welcome Dr. Pevensie! Yes I got your voicemail and it's wonderful that you'll be joining us."

"Call me Susan, please." She smiled, and shook his hand, then patted Cash. "What a lovely dog. And it's good to be here. I almost got lost at the duckpond yesterday." She looked around the clinic, happiness and anxiety mixed. "I spoke with Dean Washburn yesterday, and she said there would be a space available?"

Setting his hands on his hips, Wilson nodded. "Certainly. It was used by the previous person who sort of held your position, come this way and I'll show you. The room is free of all listening devices, particularly the ones relating to the island's pirate radio station, though you do need to remember to close the door." Wilson was slightly disturbed that such conversations were becoming second nature to him.

"This is Cash by the way, he's technically Dr. House's dog but I'm puppy sitting this weekend. And be a little careful of the duck pond, the majority of the ducks are quite friendly, if demanding little fellows who love scones but there are a few who are...ah...unique."

Walking her the short length of the hallway to the exam room Crane (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandom_clinic/43259.html) had always used Wilson pushed the door open.

"Mr. Crane was fairly meticulous with his files and his space. I think you'll find everything in order but Dr. House and I have always been of the opinion that this is your domain so you have free rein to rearrange it as you feel necessary. Just...ah...leave the electronic device dampening items alone. We had to get special permission to have those in here."

"Mr. Crane? Then the last counselor wasn't a psychologist, I take it." Susan looked disturbed when he mentioned the listening devices. "Are those everywhere in the school? That seems a bit excessive." She bit her lip, and examined the space, nodding to herself as she worked out where she needed to put things.

"Can you think of how many patients may be asking for counseling soon? Or rather, could you give me some idea of what I can expect? In general, isthe student population well-adjusted, or is this a school with special needs students?"

"He was a student." Wilson explained before he continued on. "The previous administration was very intent upon being aware of everything that went on on school grounds and I believe the current administration is following the same practice, also there is an island wide radio address every evening that tends to have ears...everywhere so unless you take certain precautions such as closing doors, expect to hear yourself mentioned...at least a couple of times."

Wilson's lips twitched with memory of the previous two addresses and he gave his head a shake then leaned against the doorway and crossed his arms over his chest.

"Well, let me assure you that these students are all smart as whips so I would never designate them as 'special needs'. However they do have some very unique challenges. Let me think of a couple off the top of my head."

Pursing his lips, Wilson tried to think who Susan might hear about first even if they didn't come immediately to see her.

"Well, if we just go alphabetically, which is the best way to go, Angel is a recently resouled vampire who is a senior. He stops by now and then but I don't think he'll come talk...he really doesn't do talk...he does brood and guilt complex but I guess if you spent a few centuries being the scourge of mankind you have a few things on your mind, so it's best just to pet his puppy. Oh! And that's something to watch out for, we've had a student be a hamster and a puppy and a kitten so if you see a stray animal walking about, be careful how you approach it...save yourself a whole lot of awkward after the fact."

Scrunching his face up, Wilson considered explaining about Bel but then he remembered that Bel's demon status wasn't really public knowledge so that moved him on to Crowley. "Though he isn't a student, just to warn you there is a very charming gentleman named Crowley on the island...try not to shake his hand or otherwise let him touch your bare skin. He has a very...intense effect on people."

Arching an eyebrow, he chuckled then and gave her a rueful look. "To be honest here Susan, you'll find that these students come in two types, the ones who will cry on your shoulder about just about everything under the sun and the ones who stoically try to carry it all on their shoulders. I've spent a lot of time, gaining confidences that...I'm sorry, I won't break even with you but...your best bet is to have an open mind and think quick on your feet, because one day is never like the next around here."

Susan's eyes keep getting bigger and bigger. Then she finally burst out laughing.

"Vampires? Turning into animals?" She snickered. "Dr. Wilson, you have a strange, strange sense of humor." She took a deep breath. "But I'll keep what you said about the students in mind. And Mr. Crowley, is it? I'll be sure to avoid letting him touch me." She shook her head, amused.

She had to be amused, or she'd have hysterics.

Faithful happily padded into the clinic and headed towards Dr. Wilson. "Dr. Wilson? Alanna saw that the clinic was open and was wondering if you needed any help." He shook his head. "She's too lazy to come herself."

Susan gulped. Oh, no, not again.... She watched Faithful with wide, staring eyes, suddenly remembering far too much. Talking Animals, Centaurs, Fauns, Dryads... none of that was real.

Wasn't it?

"I'm not joking, doctor. You might want to pull a book of myths out of the library and review it because it's better to be prepared than caught off guard."

He pushed away from the doorjamb, giving his head a shake. His tone becoming much more professional and reserved. He hated shrinks.

"Anyway, I have the keys Crane left behind here for you. They're the only ones to your office, House and I don't have a copy there is a copy for the front doors."

Looking up as Faithful padded into the clinic Wilson smiled warmly and reached down to offer the cat and arm if he wanted up for a quick pat.

"Good afternoon, Faithful. Actually if she'd like to come down for a couple of hours that would be lovely but really I'm just open to give the new Doctor a quick tour."

Faithful purred. "Nice to meet you miss, enjoy your stay in Fandom and don't go too crazy. Alanna will stop by in the evening then, and watch over the clinic." He shook his head. "Don't know why she couldn't use a telephone." He made a small cat-bow and padded back out, tail and head held high.

Susan took a deep, deep breath. And leaned against the wall. "Right then. Right." She swallowed. "Was that a student?"

"Thank you, Faithful."

Straightening back up from where he'd been talking to Faithful, Wilson turned and shook his head.

"No. As I understand he's the companion, familiar to a student named Alanna. She works here in the clinic. Alanna, Lisa Cuddy, Paige Matthews, Stark oh and DEATH works here as well. Ah...you might or might not see him but if you notice a large white horse in here, that's Binkie and he's quite friendly."

"Binkie. Of course, because why not Binkie?" Susan swallowed, deeply shaken, and nodded. "I wasn't-- no one said anything-- Are there really gremlins too?" she blurted, then put a hand to her head. "Oh, lord. And is there a pink teddybear guarding the teacher's lounge?"

Wilson eyed the woman for a long moment, then waved her towards the chair that sat just behind the front desk.

"Here, sit down for a moment and I'll make you some tea." Moving to pull together some of his mint tea, he talked as he steeped it.

"There really are gremlins...well, at least there were. Friday there was a fairly extensive extermination effort. You might get some visits due to a failed protest buy some of the students, I imagine they'll feel rather depressed. As for the pink teddybear, I don't know as I've never been to the teacher's lounge but the campus as a whole is patroled by a giant white ball named Rover."

Susan bit her lower lip and massaged her temples. "We are still in America, aren't we? I mean, I asked the girl I met, Kiki, if we were on Fandom Island, Virginia, and she confirmed it. But I didn't think this could happen in our world. I thought--" She took a deep breath. "Was all this here, and no one ever told me?" she asked plaintively.

Handing her a cup of tea, Wilson leaned his hip against the desk and sipped at his own mug as he listened to her questions.

"I've heard on the grapevine that the offer of employment letters tend to be a little...sparse on details." One corner of his lips lifted and he pursed his lips thoughtfully.

"We are still in Virginia in the United States of America. Far as I can...think to explain it, this is a moment in the fabric of the four dimensions of the universe where all threads have the potential to cross and as such we have a very diverse population."

Susan sipped the tea, calming somewhat with the smell of mint and Wilson's matter-of-factness on the subject. "I see. I think." She frowned, and took another drink, thinking harder. "So there's-- more than one Island, and more than one Virginia, and they overlap here?"

"I don't suppose..." It really was too much to hope for. "I don't suppose there is anyone here, students or faculty, from, oh, say, Telmar? Or Terebinthia? Or possibly, they've mentioned Archenland?"

Susan would not say Narnia, because the disappointment if he denied it might have choked her.

The world was infinitely more possible than she'd thought it had been for the last fifteen years. She didn't dare disturb that hope just yet.

Nodding, he took another sip of tea and smiled a little ruefully. "I believe, in as much as I'm able to get my mind to comprehend it all, that that is the case indeed. I haven't heard of anyone from those places but the student body does seem to rotate every term so there is nothing to say we 'won't' have a student or a faculty member...or a business owner from those places at some point."

Pausing, he chuckled softly and intoned the quote. "My but people so seem to come and go quickly around here. You should find yourself getting used to it. It took me awhile but now adays I tend to only stop and think about it in moments like this, when I hear myself talking about things that I never even imagined, as if it is the every day...which it really is."

Watching her trying to wrap her mind around all of it, he softened a little...though she was still a ... shrink.

"Do you have a place to stay?" Because it helped, to have a spot to go that was yours. That you had control over...at least, Wilson was finding that having The Loft was comforting.

"Um?" Susan shook herself out of her thoughts, and sighed. "No, although the Mauvaise Chance apartments have been recommended to me. I do hope they have a vacancy. I'd rather have a space to myself, because I know how much of my time the students will take up if I let it." She smiled ruefully. "I must seem thoroughly stupid to you, to have taken this job and not recognized what was going on around me. I just...." She waved a hand, trying to articulate it. "I'm afraid those in my profession are more willing to believe in hallucinations most of the time. I thought I was going mad."

"Around here, you'll find that it's easier to take things at face value and work from there." Wilson suggested with a smile.

"Listen...just to be clear. I'm not a big fan of your profession for the very reason you just listed, among others but it's nothing personal against you." He reached up and rubbed the back of his head, a subtle sort of apology for having gotten sharp earlier.

"The MC should be good bet, I've just recently moved down into Town myself. Have you been shown around? There are some wonderful places in the Town."

"I had a quick tour through, after I stopped for lunch, but nothing significant. And the map I was given was evidently several years out of date. It looked lovely, though. Very charming." Susan cocked an eyebrow. "Kiki said something about a -- Perkolator? That it served good coffee?"

"For what it's worth, you may have more or less reason to dislike me when I tell you that I'm a practicing psychologist-- Jungian tradition-- as well as a psychiatrist. I did a double accreditation program at Oxford." Susan shrugged philosophically. "And I'm used to a certain amount of wariness. I promise, I do *not* analyze people out of office hours. Far too much effort. I prefer a good book."

"The Perk has good coffee, The Rare Book Shop has excellent tea, books and just is a great place to go and relax. You might particularly find it's good to talk to Aziraphale. Caritis is a good place to go make a fool out of yourself and the Pub is a great place for a drink and some pool. Oh and most important, The Emporium is the place to go for just about all your day to day needs."

Quick down and dirty tour of the town!

Smiling at her a little warily he gave a bow of his head. "Well...we'll see how it goes. Come on, I'll show you the rest of the Clinic."

[ooc: Was going to invite her to dinner but as you have to go...quick tours everywhere! :D]

Finishing her tea, Susan said, "Thank you. I'll keep all that in mind. And thank you for your patience during my moment of cognitive dissonance." She smiled. "Right. Let's see it, then."

_{[np, and gracias for the roleplay!]}

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