Who: Até and Dr. Norah Skinner What: Potential Therapy When: Wednesday Afternoon Where: Dr. Skinner's Office Warnings: Naw.
Até frowned a bit as she looked at the door in front of her, the one that matched the address she'd been given for the psychiatrist. She had almost decided to blow off the appointment she'd made - who met a potential shrink over a computer, and why was she even considering this in the first place? But her sense of responsibility was too strong to just not go, and she couldn't think of a good reason to cancel the thing ahead of time. At least, that's what she told herself. If she allowed herself to think about it too long, she knew she really needed something to get beyond the emotional block or whatever the hell it was that was causing her to get all panicky... and this at least seemed mostly painless. Glancing at her pocket watch, she realized she'd been standing outside too long, and she was now a few minutes late. Annoyed at herself, she knocked against the door, and took a deep breath. She could do this.
[OOC: I'm posting this early, as my family will be descending upon me Wednesday, and I will either be no where near the interwebs, or hiding in a closet with my laptop. Sadly, I suspect the former.]