Second Session | Visual

[brightestspark]

[The scroll reveals a small orange mouse, climbing up onto a flat end of a large spool of red thread. He struggles but he makes it! He sits with his hands on his lap, looking at the scroll with a small smile, and a brief wave of his hand.]

Greetings-- everypony, was it? Greetings everypony, and every animal alike! My name is Rung. Most of you don't know of me but, I hope to change that by offering my services.

[Rung clears his throat, adjusting his glasses.]

Where I'm from, I come from a large ship full of many giant robots, and I am-- was one as well. What I'm getting at here is that I was the ship's therapist. I have been doing my job for millions of years, and I wish to help in any way I can here.

[And also he doesn't want to keep borrowing money from Arcee.]

So if anyone needs an open audia-- ear, I'll be more than happy to assist.

Thank you for listening.

Comments

[Visual]

[robotfightclub]

[Look at you, Rung, being all helpful.]

And where exactly do you plan to do this listening?

[brightestspark]

[Oh, woops. Right. Location.]

Ah, well, I could go to them.

Usually sessions would be held in my office but I don't have enough... bits, to purchase one quite yet. So this'll be a good start for now!

Plus I could get some food in the process as well.

[robotfightclub]

Please. You know I'd be okay if you used our room. Even if I wasn't, Optimus would have my head.

[Or give her a very calm talking to.]

[Visual]

[kingofthetvworld]

[A therapist? How fancy~ Teddie opens the scroll up to respond, but he's a lot less costumed from the last time he spoke with Rung.]

So does that make you ...Dr. Squeaker? With a little diploma made outta cheese?!

[brightestspark]

Just Rung is fine.

[He says, waving his hand dismissively.]

Sadly, my diploma is back home.

[kingofthetvworld]

That's okay, we'll just have to make a new one.

[They're just paper, right? Now that he thinks about it, maybe he should be a doctor, too...]

It'll be a piece of cake!

[Voice]

[pseudacteon_emigre]

[...a mouse therapist.

This was the universe's way of mocking him, wasn't it?]

Well, then. I do hope you adapt quickly to the difference in cultures from your home.

[Hopefully there wasn't any unintentional vitriol in his tone there.]

[brightestspark]

I'm more than willing to learn these different cultures. It'll be exciting.

[private text]

[tinkertytonk]

How would you say you fare at helping a fellow change the way he thinks about things when he's had a frightfully hard time managing it himself?

Re: [private text]

[brightestspark]

I'd be more than willing to help anyone, in any circumstance.

[private text]

[tinkertytonk]

Where I come from, there are certain ways you and everyone else with a touch of good manners is meant to act. The done thing, as it were. And there are certain things you're just not meant to do for one reason or another. They're just not on or there's a fellow you're meant to look up to telling you to lay off of it.

Some of all that matches up with the regular birds here, but there are some things where I'm coming off like an absolute ass. And, well, it's not like there was ever any hard feelings or trouble before. I was trying to be a proper gent and that's just how proper gents are meant to act, you know?

[Bertie doesn't consider that this might make very little sense without some context. Sorry, Rung.]

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[neighfeni]

[Tiny mouse therapist...well, he seems nice enough. The tall blue pony waves; he's probably seen her around the Commune.]

Oh hi, Sir Rung! Arcee mentioned ya moved in with her an' Sir Optimus an' Sir Marty, pleasure to finally meetcha. Ah'm Nephenee.

Millions of years..that's a long time to be doin' somethin'.

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[neighfeni]

[She changes the feed to private after that, however, looking a bit pensive.]

Therapists...help folks with problems, right? Ah...ain't been to one before, so Ah ain't sure what it all means.

Re: [Private Visual]

[brightestspark]

Yes, I help anyone who is suffering from psychological and emotional stress.

[Visual]

[poolicide]

Robots need therapists--sure, why not.

[STILL even if it's coming from a mouse...getting help might be nice.]

But...I dunno, maybe a "friend" might need help. Or something.

Re: [Visual]

[brightestspark]

Do you know the name of this "friend"? Perhaps I could contact him.

What does he suffer from?

[Visual]

[poolicide]

Uh...everything.

[Oops didn't give a name.]

He suffers from everything.

[text]

[soulofblue]

...you're a robot therapist?

[Well. That could prove interesting on a number of levels.]

Re: [text]

[brightestspark]

Yes, that's correct. Even though my form has changed, my profession is still the same.

[got_style]

I might just have to hit you up on this offer sometime... But I hope you know what you're getting into.

[brightestspark]

I'm more than willing to help where ever I can. It's no problem at all.

[Visual]

[thefreedomreign]

[Well, if we're talking about people that need therapy, Vergil's a pretty great candidate. Of course, he's not exactly ready to admit it. Still, it's good to know the option is there, should things ever get too overwhelming.]

It's good to know that there's a therapist around. I'm sure there are a lot of people that might have a rough time adjusting to a situation like this. Someone in your profession should be invaluable here.

Re: [Visual]

[brightestspark]

You... really think so?

[He has never heard that before.]

Invaluable...

[Visual]

[bluesuit_hoofy]

In exchange for what? You are really a mouse, aren't you? Right now I mean, obviously.

Re: [Visual]

[brightestspark]

Yes I am a mouse at the moment.

[His whiskers twitch as he thinks.]

A donation perhaps in return? Bits, or food, I suppose.