dolemecknight:

After his return from Spain, Dolemeck took up the advice of his cousin Derek, his adoptive parents Bob and Venus, as well as the Atlas Foundation and went to go seek some form of help. With many strings being pulled, he was able to get into a session with one of the more famous Psychiatrist in the city, perhaps even the world. There was no such thing in his time, so he felt somewhat... awkward. Really awkward.

"I do not know where to begin or even how this works." Dolemeck spoke softly, looking out the large window of the office he was in. He still had some bandages on his face, hands, and arm from his last adventure.

no_relation:

(Takes place the day after Jack's trial, before EotW stuff)

Jack still wasn't sure exactly what 'personhood' was going to entail. Most of his googling of it just lead to discussions about legal matters he really didn't want to get mixed up in. Apparently more talking with Dr Samson was supposed to figure out just how old he was going to count as, and there'd been some contact from Dr Henry Pym about some other kind of treatment plan he was still getting the full details on. He walks into the office for his latest appointment, and sits down on the couch.

"So... I'm a person."

soft_inside:

 Manny sat in the massive chair, nervously twiddling his thumbs, taking frequent glances at the door. He took several breaths in an ateempt to settle his nerves, but it wasn't really helping.

magic_hands:

tabula_rasa:

Jenny was happy to conveniently forgot her scheduled appointment with Dr. Samson, but leave it to Rob to have it on his calendar. The day before, she was notified that she would be collected at 6am and delivered to the S.H.I.E.L.D. transport for the New York run.

She tossed a few items into her shoulder bag along with a new book. She didn't need anymore than that as Rob had kept their leased apartment in New York. Between his monthly trips back to New York and her infrequent traveling, he said it was worth hanging onto it. Everything she might need was already there.

A note was posted on the refrigerator so the team would know she would be in the States for a couple of days. She also included a post script asking Leech to make sure Yankee Clipper was fed. She really hoped Quinn would continue to be tolerant and not turn YC into a fluffy orange and white throw pillow.

In New York, she had time to shower and change clothes before presenting herself at Dr. Samson's office promptly at 3pm. Each time she had one of these appointments she hoped it would be the last. Each time he said he would see her again in three months. At least this time she would have something different to contribute to the conversation.

quitethecharmer:

Vincent takes a deep breath. Doctor Samson hadn't spoken yet, waiting for him to make himself comfortable. He lays down on the couch, then sits up, then lays back down again. He turns on his side, facing out the window. Samson's office had an excellent view. The place always smelled like crushed peppermint as well. He wondered if that was just for him, or for all his patients. It was probably just for him, or only a few others. Samson was meticulous like that.

Before it had been a full five minutes into the hour, he finally cleared his throat, speaking up.

"So.. It was my idea to seek some manner of professional help. Kristoff agreed it was in order and chose you."