empathicfault: (Talk Therapy)
Will Graham ([personal profile] empathicfault) wrote2024-08-26 01:51 pm

Counseling - Will Graham's office

Please reply here if you have a counseling session with Will Graham, or if you're inquiring into the office about something. Will is available to come to you, if you request it. If you'd rather not talk, he also offers to bring food and/or be silent companionship, either as a human or a wolf. Just let him know.

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chaos_drifter: (Black dress)

Spam, a few days after the Flood

[personal profile] chaos_drifter 2024-09-06 02:06 am (UTC)(link)

Avalon shows up to Will’s office in the early afternoon, coming from their shift in the library. They have their orb in their hand when they knock on the door. Tendrils of yellow, pink, and green swirl over its black surface, occasionally dipping towards the center.

Edited (Added IC timing so I don’t lose track) 2024-09-17 04:32 (UTC)
chaos_drifter: (Curious)

[personal profile] chaos_drifter 2024-09-22 02:27 am (UTC)(link)

((All good, I’ve been busy!))

They walk into the office and look around. Will’s office seems more peaceful than Malcolm’s, and they think they like it.

“Tea would be nice. I can help make it.” They drop their orb back into its bag.

chaos_drifter: (Mika)

[personal profile] chaos_drifter 2024-09-25 04:07 am (UTC)(link)

They look through the teabags, then up at Will. “What flavors do you like?” He will likely care more about the flavor than they will. “I tend to focus on the warmth and not pay much attention to the flavor.”

“My cheat sheet changed a few months before I graduated. I think in the beginning, it only showed a few colors so that I could notice when I was feeling something, but now it shows both components. I might be feeling some emotions more strongly, though. Do I feel different to you, through your empathy ability?”

love_and_peace: (smile - sweet and bland)

[personal profile] love_and_peace 2025-04-29 06:07 pm (UTC)(link)
A few days after the 4th wall event, there's a very tall man with very black hair pacing in the hallway outside of Will Graham's office door, muttering to himself as he tries to work up the nerve to knock.

After about a minute or so of this nonsense he steels his courage and barges right in, red coat sweeping dramatically behind him.

"I'm here to see a counselor!"

And then, a moment later, he adds, somewhat sheepishly:

"I, uh. I don't have an appointment. Sorry."
Edited (changed prose format) 2025-04-29 22:13 (UTC)
love_and_peace: (smile - head scratch)

[personal profile] love_and_peace 2025-05-01 03:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[ooc: No worries, and noted about the formatting!]

Well at least he didn't barge into anyone else's session! Vash closes the door behind him but then hovers at the door, scanning over the room as though looking for something. That bland smile never wavers, but after a second or two his posture relaxes somewhat -- whatever he was looking for in here, it's not present, and that's a clear relief.

"I don't really know how this works," he confesses, fiddling with his glove, then his sleeve cuff. He's a ball of nervous energy, isn't he! "I'm not even sure I'm in the right place! I'm a new warden," and oh, he's never going to get used to that awful term, "and I need advice on wardening."
love_and_peace: (smile - uncertain worried)

[personal profile] love_and_peace 2025-05-02 03:43 pm (UTC)(link)
He sees the map first, and starts to shake his head -- no, thank you but no, that's not what he means -- but then Will says floods and breaches, and none of that sounds good.

"Breaches? As in hull breaches?" He laughs, a little uneasily. "No, nobody's mentioned those, or how a ship in space could flood."

love_and_peace: (angry - half turned)

[personal profile] love_and_peace 2025-05-05 12:45 am (UTC)(link)
You can't trust your memories, is what Vash hears Will saying. They're not yours alone anymore and they can be shared, or changed, on a whim that's outside your control.

"Why?!" He can accept that the ship runs on a kind of math that's complicated enough that it might as well be magic, and he has no problem at all with the idea of multiple universes. The void outside the windows isn't really space -- he can work with that! He can.

But his memories are his. There's people that only he remembers, things that nobody else should have to see, and all those are his burdens to carry! This isn't right!

"I thought we were brought here to help people see the value of life, and... and the futility of killing!" Really, his first impulse is to jump right up, go find the Admiral, and cancel his deal... but none of the people brought here as inmates get that option. He can't abandon them like that, no matter how worried -- or angry -- he might be. "But making us forget who we are? This just sounds like some madman's experiment!"
love_and_peace: (laugh - and ANOTHER fake one)

[personal profile] love_and_peace 2025-06-02 03:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[[ooc: Not a problem! I'm going to direct the conversation away from breaches though, if that's cool, since so much time has passed.]]

His list of things to discuss when he finally manages to track down the Admiral just keeps growing. His memories can't be trusted entirely, and things are certainly going to get worse, but there's nothing he can do about that. Worrying won't make it any easier... and it's not his problems that he came in here for anyway. He'll deal with breaches if and when they occur, but for now he needs to know about the inmates. That's why he's on the ship, after all -- to help others.

So he visibly shakes off his concerns about breaches, and memory loss, and sits up straight himself, his smile broad and friendly and very obviously fake. "There was a lot that wasn't covered in that talk I don't remember!" he agrees, with artificial cheer. "At least I can leave any time I want to..." Or so he assumes, anyway. "...but fully half the ship's roster can't say the same. They're stuck here, until we help them, but how are we supposed to do that?"