Doctor, Doctor, gimme the news~

[rungout]

WHO: Rung and whoever wants to stop in!
WHERE: The good doctor's office
WHEN: It's an all day affair at Rung's office~ A few days after he discovered his new abilities.
WHAT: Therapy sessions and go!
WARNINGS: Dark pasts, etc?


Yep, it was that time again.

Now that things were somewhat back to normal for the resident therapist, Rung had put out the word that he would be taking patients again. He had missed it, helping others, and it was time to get his mind off everything that had happened to him over the past few weeks.

His office had been cleaned up and rearranged a bit, the therapist just wanting to change the atmosphere a bit.

Make it more personable than it had been before.

Satisfied with what he'd done, the front door had been propped open and he was settled at his desk, going over some files as he absently toyed with a ball of light.

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[namesnotprowl]

Rung there is a sentient collection of knives outside the door watch ou-

Oh wait, that's just Barricade.

He pauses and gives a courtesy knock rather than barging straight in. It's kind of what he's ended up doing a lot lately. Fewer people he knew well so he isn't sure who might accidentally shoot him for walking in like he owns the place.

"Figured that thing out yet?" he inquires, flashing a toothy - or fangy - grin and flicking his wings.

[warborn]

It was probably a good thing that their last session had been so short and uneventful. With the way the previous ones had gone, another negative experience could have cemented Fortress Maximus' reluctance to have them at all. As it was, when it was time for his next meeting with Rung, he may not have been eager for it but he was at least there with only minimal self-convincing.

He knocks once before starting to open the door. Doesn't sound like anyone else is in there, so should be fine, right...?

was gonna wait until things got more sorted out, but, f-it. I wants Rung.

[gunfondlingbattlestat]

Perceptor isn't certain why he's here. He's... not really been one to talk since... well, then, and especially not about himself. There's a nagging need to ensure that Rung really is okay, though, and...

And Perceptor really is willing to do anything to make certain that he doesn't ruin things for Drift. Even talking to someone about his own paranoia and self-loathing. Rung is trustworthy and safe.

Maybe Rung can keep him from ruining everything again.

He knocks softly and peeks around the door.

[thxforthememories]

It's probably not appropriate for him to be here. He's already asked so much of this Autobot. Maybe too much. Dropping in again, after everything he's said and done, shouldn't be allowed. He knows he has to learn.

He has to deal with these things alone, somehow. Relying on others... it's only going to work for so long, isn't it? He has to --

Grow up, Shinewbie.

Flinch.

-- learn to depend on himself. For once. But, all the same, just poking his head in won't hurt anything, will it? He can say what he needs to say, and depart.

He knocks, as lightly and softly as he can, opting to remain restrained and unobtrusive. Something familiar.

[raceme]

"Hi Rung. I _like the new look." Blurr commented as he pulled his legs closer to his chest and rested his arms on top of them.

It's been weeks since Rung and him had a proper session and, while Blurr missed talking to him, he didn't feel like talking at all. Losing Magnus, First Aid and Saber in the same month didn't help his trust issues and now he was avoiding talking about the real issue. At least he was there.

[dinnerdate]

End of his shift at the bar, end of the day, Rung was bound to be finished with work soon. Or he hoped anyway. Until then keeping an optic on him was a good idea, considering where he... died. Sticking around the area whenever the therapist was around - and he wasn't busy at the bar.

What Dead End doesn't expect on his trip to Rung's office is the door to be open. When he used to see the therapist the door was never open like that, so something had to be wrong Why else would it have been open otherwise?

And he just got Rung back too.

Reminding himself that the universe hates him, he draws his swords, vents cycling heavily. Rung will be okay. He'll probably be okay. Everything is going to go wrong.

With that final thought he darts into the room, "Rung are you okay?!"

Please be okay. Please, please, please be okay.

Robot doctor good for human girls?

[heavymetalgenkigirl]

Miko had heard of the therapist in passing, doing her best not to be interested, but now that the chaos seemed settled and Bulkhead was improving, and moving on to other things, she felt the need to get something off her chest.

Rung was like a human head doctor, right, keep everything secret and all that. She could talk to him, without worrying, or at least she hoped too.

She gave a knock at the door to the office, wondering if she would be noticed down where she was.