FTEC, Monday - 4/28

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Sam had dusted off what had probably been used as a conference room at one point in the use of the clinic for today. There were a selection of mismatched chairs facing inside the room in an awkward little sharing circle. And for anyone not inclined toward that, there were tables with coffee and cookies.

So, you could at least get something to snack on while you were there!

Fun times.

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Take a Seat

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NFB for this thread!

Re: Take a Seat

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"Okay," Sam said, clapping his hands together to get the attention of the group. "I know it's hard to start off, so I'll get the ball rolling."

Because that was his job, damn it.

"My name is Sam Wilson. No, you don't have to say, 'hi, Sam' to that. I was a para-rescue trooper overseas and I lost my partner over there. One minute we were flying next to each other and the next he was going down from RPG fire. After that, I left the Air Force. I couldn't fly again."

Until Captain America, of course.

Re: Take a Seat

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Will...didn't really know why he'd decided to show up for this sort of thing. After seeing the signs around, the whole thing had stuck in his head and wouldn't leave.

So, he'd shown up, thinking that maybe it'd help him come to terms with the death of his parents. Didn't seem like it could hurt, at least.

"Will," he said, nodding. "My parents just recently died in an airplane crash. I'm not really dealing with it well."

Short and sweet seemed appropriate.

Re: Take a Seat

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"Why do you say that?" Sam asked, offering him a quick, supportive smile.

Re: Take a Seat

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Will rubbed the back of his neck. "Because I haven't really dealt with it at all. I don't even know where they were buried. It's just a big...dead zone in my stomach."

Best way he could think of to describe it.

Re: Take a Seat

[furnaceface]

//Jonothon Starsmore,// Jono greeted from his seat when his turn rolled around. //Lost half my face when I manifested as a mutant at seventeen. I've lost it several times since. Long story, all of them. That's... actually nothing, really, compared to the whole mutant vigilante soldier gig I was trained for, or the being brainwashed into being a government hit-man... thing. Fighting against the government after that. And after that, leading mostly non-powered troops through guerrilla warfare in a world called Kaeleer fighting the magic-using established government. I'm not actually a crazy anarchist, I swear, but one thing leads to another...//

He wasn't even touching on Fandom's trauma, yet.

//I'm missing a bit, but that's good for now.//

Other people might want the floor.

Re: Take a Seat

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Well that was certainly a little bit more than Sam was used to, but he could work with this. And then use it in the future with a certain metal armed assassin.

"That's alright," Sam assured him. "And you're still standing. That's an important one."

Re: Take a Seat

[throughaphase]

Well, fine, after everyone else her stuff didn't seem so bad.

"Kitty Pryde," she began. "I'm a mutant, which I'm fine with but it's led to a whole bunch of problems, and Fandom seems to take every chance it can get to mess with me in all the bad ways."

There was tons more, but she hadn't decided how much she felt like sharing in group yet.

Re: Take a Seat

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"What are you hoping to get here?" Sam asked, kinda glad brainwashed government agent wasn't on her list of trauma there. So far.

Re: Take a Seat

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Seifer hadn't planned on saying anything this first meeting, but he was all about surprising himself lately.

"I'm Seifer Almasy. Grew up being trained as a mercenary, was brainwashed by an evil sorceress who wanted to basically kill everyone she couldn't rule, killed a bunch of ...kids. I can't say soldiers because most of them were still kids. Moved on, or tried to," he stopped. Seifer had tried to get get it all out at once, but had to take a breath and refocus. "But, uh, I recently lost my wife in a car accident."

Re: Take a Seat

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//Shite,// Jono murmured, keeping his voice as quiet and non-intrusive as possible. //Sorry to hear that, mate.//

He'd had no idea.

Re: Take a Seat

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Sam didn't say he was sorry, because it didn't change anything. Hopefully these meetings would do that for him, though.

"How would you say you're handling it?"

Re: Take a Seat

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Jack really hadn't planned on sharing, but after everyone else had she figured what the hell.

"Hey, I'm Jack," she said, rubbing her hand nervously along the stubble at the side of her head. "Got kidnapped by psycho terrorists when I was a kid. They raised me to kill. Broke out, bounced through a couple prisons, was a pirate for a while, ended up getting dragged out of jail to save the fucking universe. Came out of it with a job teaching kids. And that's -- y'know, whatever. I'm still pissed about it but it's life."

She drew a deeper breath and continued. "But my commander, the first person to ever look at me and see somebody good -- she got killed saving us again. And now I can't stop thinking I'm letting her down."

Re: Take a Seat

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"Why do you think you're letting her down?" Sam asked, flirty nature he had in his last meeting with her gone.

Mingle

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Over by the coffee that was just this side of palatable.

Re: Mingle

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It seemed a little strange to mingle at something like this but what did he know? He'd never been to any kind of therapy session so he stuck around and drank some coffee.

Coffee was kind of nasty.

Re: Mingle

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Kitty got coffee mainly because she was going out later and figured she should be awake.

Then she tasted the coffee and decided she could just hold it and hope it worked by osmosis.

Re: Mingle

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"Did everyone on the island have a sucky life?," Jack said by way of greeting as she claimed her coffee. "Hey."

Re: Mingle

[furnaceface]

Jono wasn't a big fan of the coffee, oddly enough. Three guesses as to why?

Still, he was going to pretend to be social while he took in the faces in the group. He was not at all surprised that he wasn't the only one here who used to wear an X. Nope.

Re: Mingle

[throughaphase]

"Totally surprised to see you here, really," Kitty greeted him, thinking along those same lines.

Re: Mingle

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Coffee was a wonderful thing, no matter how bad it was.

Talk to Sam

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Before or after the session!

Re: Talk to Sam

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If there was another therapist on the island, Hannibal was going to show up, out of curiosity if nothing else.

He was...unimpressed with the food, though he supposed the setup was no worse than any public building, and was hardly the man's fault.

"Mr. Wilson." He held out his hand to shake. "Doctor Hannibal Lecter. I saw your flyers and I thought I would drop by and say hello."

Re: Talk to Sam

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"Sam, please ," he said with an easy grin as he took the offered hand. "Medical doctor or am I honing in on your territory here?"

OOC

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