Posted by Civilian Rollin (Lounge Host) in Psychiatry Suite - Psych Eval - Wouldn’t You Want to Peer Into This?
The corridor outside the psychiatry suite was unusually quiet—thick with that sort of anticipatory hush one usually reserved for confessions or curtain calls.

Rollin stood before the entrance to the suite of offices, each housing, he assumed, a stunning vision of a psychiatrist.

His robes today were less sweeping, but no less elegant—ivory with pale gold trim, and a sash that suggested both leisure and intention. His head was bowed slightly, as if listening to something only he could hear. The hush of his own thoughts, perhaps. Or the whispers of past mischief left unresolved.

He drew in a breath and let it bloom into something brighter.

“There we go,” he murmured to no one. “Composed. Disarming. Devastating.”

Then, with a practiced gesture as graceful as a toast or a blessing, he extended one long arm, hand out, ringed finger leading the way…

…and entered the reception area with a magnificent twirl, his robes, dancing and spinning about his ankles.

“At last, I’ve arrived, Darlings!” he exclaimed to the whole room or to no one. To Rollin, there was no difference.

“Point me to the lucky one who gets to peer inside this beautiful, bald head!”

-Rollin
Just Rollin. That’s quite enough, Darling.

At the desk sat a blond ensign with the telltale mark on her forehead indicating she was Risian. She grinned at his entrance and chuckled a little. “Well, it depends on who you are and what you need exactly, I suppose, but I can take it you don’t have an appointment?”

~Cherry, Receptionist Extraordinaire