Who: Harper Kelly & Jo King What: Harper's next psych evaluation comes with a bit of a surprise Where: Resistance HQ in Los Angeles, CA (the real one) When: Backdated to Thursday evening, September 10th, 2020 Warnings: Every warning?
Harper tried to socialize as little as possible, as a rule. For someone who made it her life's work to study the ins and outs of a person's mind, she wasn't the biggest people person. People weren't typically the biggest fan of her either, if you wanted to get technical, but Harper never spent a whole lot of time caring about what anyone else thought. So she wasn't a people person, so what! Even if that did make it pretty hard when her main task in the Resistance currently involved talking to nearly every single member ad nauseam at least once during the course of her day. Once to establish a baseline, before moving forward to determine if further evaluations are even necessary.
In most cases, they weren't. Any other organization would likely have a completely different set of criteria for current and prospective members, but in here? The crazier, the better! The more red marks that Harper made in her notes, the more ideal that candidate seemed to become to the Resistance. In the field of psychiatry, that alone would be grounds for Harper's disapproval of their methods, but what exactly did she know about being sane these days? Not a damn thing, sugar.
A tense smile stretched across Harper's mouth accompanied by a knee-jerk twitch at the now all too familiar sound of her counterpart's voice inside her head, the only thing to break the silence in the space she'd been holed up in for hours. The Resistance had been kind enough to give her an office to conduct her work, though it was hardly a luxurious one. Harper didn't know what this building had been used as before, but the interior layout of it reminded her too much of the seediest frat houses she'd been in during her college years. Not exactly what she'd had in mind, but she made do. A couch, a desk, and a few plants scattered around the place was already enough to make her feel a little more at ease.
Almost. As if on cue, Bruce raised his head from his giant paws and looked up at Harper where he was laying stretched out at her feet to one side of her desk. "Almost done for today, Brucey, I promise" the blonde cooed in a voice that no one who wasn't the four-legged creature beside her had ever heard coming out of her mouth. "Just one more patient to see, and then we can go home to watch Love Island!"
What? Just because she was an intellectual didn't mean she couldn't enjoy a little trash TV now and again.
The hyena tilted his head quizzically at his mom before returning its large head to the floor with a low groan and Harper went back to her writing, still making some hasty, last minute notes from her last session before the next person walked in. Note to self: Don't forget to check on tall, dark and broody after this. As if her already full-time job didn't take up most of her valuable time, she also had to worry about babysitting a six-foot-something-tall manbat (not that manbat, the other one), because she wasn't already busy enough! Harper heaved a sigh even as she thought it, pushing her glasses farther up on her nose and pulling her red coat more tightly around her. She always felt cold in this place.
When she heard what sounded like a noise from outside the door, Harper didn't wait for someone to knock before she shouted at whoever it was. "What are you waiting for, an engraved invitation!"