Therapy Session Take #1

[perfecttune]

WHO: Mari and you (OTA, characters are free to interact with others as well)
WHAT: Mari is hosting a therapy session! Come if you would like, or if you want to argue against it feel free to show up as well! This is more informal than it seems although she did invite some guest speakers.
WHERE: One of the large buildings that was most likely a common area for everyone, or just a super large bedroom.
WHEN: After First Crossing
WARNINGS Talk about death and violence, specific CWs will be in the text.

A message goes out on the server from Mari: Sorry for the delay everyone! I thought it best to wait a bit till after the meeting Kel thoughtfully put together for all of us! If you would like to come for the Therapy Session, please come to building X. If you would like to bring anyone or anything along please do! Special guest speakers/appearances include Makoto Naegi, Daniil Dankovsky, and Soo Won.

Mari put her tablet down and went back to straightening the chairs she was able to gather in a circle. Surely this would be welcoming? This way they could all see each other and seek comfort if needed... but just in case, she had set up private areas using curtains as a makeshift divider in case others felt the need for a one on one talk...

It still felt strange to her to not have refreshments so she had cups filled with water just in case, surely even if they didn't need to drink it still helped to make the session feel welcoming?

As people filtered in she would call out a greeting. "Welcome and thank you for coming! If you feel comfortable taking a seat please do so! There are also refreshments over there."

Comments

[solitarynote]

[Yashiro’s tap might have been gentle, but unfortunately, anytime someone Sunny didn’t know well touched him, it was like they have whacked him with a hammer. The teen nearly jumped out of his skin (did he have that anymore? Theoretically), clutching the notebook to his chest for a few moments as he tried to calm his heart.]

N-no…

[Except for the fact that, when Sunny relaxed enough and Yashiro could see the contents of the page, there was a list of names alongside some little doodles.]

[daikonheroine]

[When Sunny jumped, Yashiro startled as well. Maybe he had been really focused on what he was doing?]

A-ah I’m sorry! I should have made sure to say something beforehand!

[She glanced at the notebook when it was shown to her, and a smile crossed her face.]

Ah! Are you taking attendance? Like in school? The doodles are cute too! Do you like drawing?

[solitarynote]

[He couldn’t be mad at her - not when she was so earnest in her apology.]

Y-Yeah… [The tips of his ears flushed at her praise.] I… like drawing…

[daikonheroine]

Me too!

[Yashiro hadn't drawn anything for a while... unless you counted the doodles she did during class when bored or thinking about something specific...]

Do you have a favorite thing to draw?

[solitarynote]

Mmmmm.

[Sunny hummed in thought. Really, his drawings were all over the place. There was normally only one connecting dot…]

D-dreams…

[Most of the things he drew were from his dreams. Not here (not unless his death and everything following had been a dream), but… he couldn’t break the habit.]

[daikonheroine]

Oh yeah! Drawing things you think up or dream is the best!

[She had multiple journals back home of things she dreamed up or daydreamed of.]

Like back at home, I have these sketchbooks in my room! They each have a name and in them there are doodles of me and Minamoto-senpai-...

[Yashiro suddenly cuts off, her face going bright red as she realized what she was saying.]

A-ah! Wait! Never mind! don't pay attention to what I was saying!

[solitarynote]

[Her enthusiasm was, in a way, infectious. Sunny liked listening to her - the excitement in her voice, the way it could float high or plummet to earth in a breathy descent, a dancing set of notes. When she does just that, steeped in embarrassment, Sunny’s expression doesn’t change.

He simply tilts his head slightly, ever willing to listen.]

‘Minamoto-senpai’…? [The name wasn’t familiar to him, so probably not someone here.] A… friend…?

(Secretly, also, the idea that Yashiro also enjoyed dream diaries and drawings had him… almost Happy. Inwardly.)