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Harriets Odd Encounter Sr Aristotle 240920
In the midst of Haven's recovery wing, Harriet Fairfax, a dedicated Warden, encounters a distressing situation. A man named David, visibly agitated and convinced of having proof of werewolves among them, causes a stir within the clinic's walls. Harriet, ever the professional, steps in to handle the delicate matter with a mixture of empathy and strategy. She carefully convinces David to follow her, promising to help him with his mission to expose the supernatural beings he believes are a threat. In a secluded room equipped with The Crown, a device meant for altering memories, Harriet prepares to navigate this sensitive situation, ensuring the man's silence and the continued secrecy surrounding Haven's supernatural residents.
Throughout this operation, Harriet maintains a calm demeanor, employing her skills to alter David's traumatic memories of werewolves into a benign, false narrative involving an intense migraine mistaken for a brain cancer scare. This meticulous reprogramming process effectively neutralizes the immediate threat David posed by his awareness of the supernatural. By the story's conclusion, David is convinced his sighting was nothing more than a hallucination caused by migraines, leaving Harriet to handle the aftermath and potential future implications should the hypnotism wear off. With David's crisis averted, Harriet ensures his proper care under a knowledgeable doctor and finally, can return to her original plans for rest, marking another day's challenge adeptly navigated in the hidden complexities of Haven.
(Harriet's odd encounter(SRAristotle):SRAristotle)
[Thu Sep 19 2024]
In the recovery wing
This portion of the Union building seems to be newly renovated and benefit from increased revenue from operating as Haven's primary care facility. The walls and floors have been painted with some kind of white enamel.
It is dusk, about 80F(26C) degrees,
(Someone in Haven has found out about the supernatural and is freaking out about it. They're at risk of exposing the secret, hurting themselves, or hurting others. Your target and their allies are tasked with containing the situation.
)
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Striding down the clinic hallway, Harriet's high heels click and clack as she moves, echoing crisply against the sterile floor beneath them. Having just come from the morgue, she's heading towards the reception area on campus, with the ultimate goal of getting to her vehicle, but there is no haste involved, nor any discomfort as she heads out of the medical part of the facility with the antiseptic scents in the air growing fainter.
The clinic, as it typically is in Haven, is busy. It would be easy to assume this is typical given the most recent full-moon that patrons seem to be recovering from, what with the ever-growing wolf population. It's a bustling that Harriet wouldn't be any stranger to, especially given the nature of the town. As she walks, with heels clicking off of the floors, there is a screaming that can be heard. Again, attached to the clinic it is not unheard of, but this one is shrill - it's a pitched scream that forms words, but whatever is said is muddied by the echoing of the walls and the distance that it makes it hard for now for Harriet to make out. A safe guess would have one believe it's some sort of emphatic protest from a lone individual, though. It seems to be coming from the reception.
Harriet was fairly relaxed, initially. Her day had been fairly quiet, and now she was going to head home, but how can the Warden ignore a scream? Certainly, it is not an odd sound to hear in the halls of this clinic, with all of the arrests that have been occurring as of late, but this shrill cry shouted out catches her attention. Halting immediately, she stops right before the reception, trying to go unnoticed to take a peek and see what is going on.
Even if Harriet were noticed, no one would give her a second-thought, as the person screaming at reception has of course drawn in a crowd. The culprit is a man - his clothing is ragged. No, torn, and on each arm is a clinic orderling that he's trying to resist. "I'M TELLING YOU!" He screams, eyes wide and pleading to anyone he can make eye-contact with. "The wolves here aren't -normal-!" He continues screaming out. "They're FUCKING PEOPLE! I'm NOT crazy! I have proof!" He says, exclaiming that at the top of his lungs. Where his proof is isn't able to be seen, because it doesn't seem like he has pockets. But, he's imploring anyone to listen as the staff tries to quiet him and shoo him away further into the dark recesses of the clinic.
This is not the first, nor likely the hundredth time, Harriet has seen such a scenario, although it does not always happen within the confines of the institute. A sigh, soft and sounding a little tired, escapes the tall brunette's soft lips before she mentally gathers herself and prepares for the confrontation. Her high heels announce her arrival, and the Warden is pulling out her clinic credentials, holding up a badge that proves she's contracted to work within the clinic. "Hello," she greets the ranting man calmly. "My name is Harriet Fairfax, and I believe you," is said gently in her British accent that is flaunting clipped tones. "I can help you if you can trust me and come with me down the hall," gets stated with a gesture towards the northwest. "I cannot imagine the things you've seen." Yes, yes she can... "You've uncovered something incredible, but you're putting yourself in danger here. They don't know... Please, there are some people who will not hesitate to silence you forever, but I can help you. You've been hurt, you need answers, and people deserve the truth." Then she says, "What I need right now, is for you to survive this, so please, come with me."
With Harriet showcasing her credentials, the staff that were ready to cart this man off into the darkness of the clinic where he likely would never leave as he entered, seem relieved to pawn this off on the Warden. They shove this man towards Harriet, but don't depart just yet in case they're needed to forcefully deal with him again. The crowd continues to look on, some looking entertained and others with pity as Harriet claims to believe this man who clearly has lost his mind. Her words though, spark some solace in this man. As he's shoved towards her, he looks relieved - finally having someone to listen to him. "...You believe me?" He asks, as if her words are too good to be true for him. He doesn't wait for an answer, prattling off, "We have to warn people. They're lovers are wolves - and--and and their family members or friends. They fucking turn into monsters on the full moon and go ballistic. I've seen it with my own eyes and - and I have a recording of it, too!" He says. No caution at all to be had as he admits this. "People need to know their not safe, you have to help me." He implores Harriet. He doesn't seem to dismiss her request for him to follow, as he starts to fall in line with her with a side-eye given to the staff that tried to commit him.
Harriet offers a nod to the orderlies, assuring them she will have this handled after the stranger is relieved to find that the Warden believes him. Calm and composed, she allows her hazel gaze to fall upon the man's face, and she gives him a warm, reassuring smile, albeit a brief one before her facial features return to their usual stoic positioning. "I know it must feel overwhelming, and you've been through something extraordinary, but you survived... What is your name?" gets wondered as she begins to lead him down the halls, straight to a reprogramming room with that special device known as The Crown waiting for them. "We can talk more privately in here. No one will overhear or bother us," she explains while flicking the switch to alert outsiders the room is occupied. "I will guide you through a process to make sense of everything, and we can figure out how to explain your experience to the world."
As this man follows after Harriet, there are several points in her words that would prompt him to argue his urgency back to her, but as she claims a way to figure out how to explain what he's experienced to the world, he relaxes again. In the room, he looks about the machinery, all of it unfamiliar to him, but that goes set aside as he turns his attention to Harriet. "...David." He says, offering his name to her. "And... I couldn't fucking believe what I saw... surreal, and I know it wasn't a dream because I haven't gone to sleep yet. But I have it recorded." He says. "My friend just... turned into a monster. We need to give it to the press, or... the fucking president or... I don't fucking know, but this is dangerous. Everything we know about the world is completely wrong... and, if wolves exist, then... that's gotta mean Vampires and witches and... fucking boogymen!"
"David," Harriet replies in a soothing tone, looking professional all the while. "I'll need you to lie back on that metal table, because I need to ensure that you are not in danger of becoming one of those wolves yourself," she says - which is partly in truth. Cauterizing would be necessary if she happens to find any bites. "You are correct -- it was not a dream, but very much real. Before we do anything else, though, we need to ensure your safety. So, please..." A nod is given to the metal table with its devices to strap a patient down. "It is true, David, the supernatural world is alive and well, and there are all kinds of creatures, and now you are aware of the truth, just as I am. It is my job to help in these situations, but as I said before, we first need to ensure your safety."
David stills himself when Harriet instructs him onto the table. It's not the strange machinery that gives him pause, but the fear that he might be one of them. "...It's... contagious?" He asks, voice quiet with dread. "She didn't bite me... wait, is it... saliva?" He looks down at himself, and soon scrambles himself onto the table as instructed. He's silent as Harriet confirms the supernatural is real, and he exhales something heavy at that fact. "It's your job? Who... who are you?" Even though her name was stated to him in the beginning, the weight of his question is more than just name alone.
It is with cool precision that Harriet works so as to not alarm David any more than he already is, not wanting to panic him any further. "It is contagious, yes," she replies as she gently begins to strap his ankles and wrists in place. "It is important to stay still so that I do not miss anything." If he is still, she executes the inspection with the detached grace of a seasoned professional once he is secured. Her appraisal is thorough, but quite clinical, without a single ounce of ogling or unnecessary evaluations. "It is my job, I work here at the clinic to ensure people like you are protected and get the help they need."
With David being so mentally distracted, he doesn't register the bindings until it's too late. And even then, it's justified with, "Is this... is this in case I am infected and I might change?" He asks. Eyes glancing down at the bindings. He registers her explanation of who she is, and nervously nods, but doesn't otherwise resist. He seems afraid - not so much about Harriet, but moreso the prospect of his status as human changing.
Satisfied that David is unbitten, Harriet moves to retrieve a helmet-like device and then she fits it snugle over the man's head, explaining, "This might sting a little," in a gentle warning -- and sting it does, but only for a moment as it connects to his neural pathways. She puts a hand on his shoulder for assurance. The display screen next to the examination table flickers to life and reveals the man's thoughts, but the Warden isn't too interested in them. "I'll need you to breathe," is said softly. "Inhale through your nose for four seconds, hold your breath for seven counts, and then exhale for eight," the tall brunette instructs the man. "Repeat this process, letting it relax you, all right? And I will inform you when it is time to stop." She explains, "I need to check one more thing to ensure you are healthy and not at risk," as she moves to the controls.
One by one, the images of the transformation, of claws and fangs, snarls and werewolves disappear from the man's memory and are replaced by a false narrative. Rather than the terror of the attack, David's mind gets filled with vague symptoms -- headaches, dizziness, and confusion. Harriet makes him remember going to the clinic in fear that he might have brain cancer. The state-of-the-art scan now happening is merely to ensure he is all right, David falsely recalls. "There, you are doing so well, David. Your scan is clear -- you do not have cancer, you can have peace of mind about your health, and I'll make sure your doctor gets you a migraine prescription you can take to the pharmacist." With that complete, unless something has gone terrible awry, she removes the crown and unstraps his limbs from the table.
The stinging from the machine, even if it was prior warned, has David wincing in pain. It subsides as quickly as it comes, but still leaves him rattled. "What - what is this?" he asks. Even with that question, though, the memories start to fade. His breathing evens out though, as more and more of what is real is replaced by fabrication. Did he actually see a friend transform? Or, was that an hallucination from the cancer. Doubt prevails, though, and by the end, he's beaming a relieved smile at her words. "Cancer... cancer free? I'm fine?" He asks, huffing out a little relieved laugh. "Fuckin' migraines, doc. I swear they had me hallucinating."
"Yes, I suffer from migraines myself," Harriet confesses to David quite honestly. Her empathy seems strong in this matter, even if David does not actually experiece migraines. "You are indeed fine. I suggest getting some blood tests run, though, and I will inform your doctor that I believe you should get some testing just to ensure everything else is all right, but as for brain cancer, you have nothing to worry about, I can assure you," she stresses to the man. Retrieving her cell phone, she's tapping and swiping out a message to the local Orderites, warning them about what has just occured, and to have someone keep an eye on David for if or when the hypnotism wears off, so that they can be prepared to ease him into the supernatural world in a better way when he is not screaming and freaking out, or to simply dose him up with a syringe to extend his blissfull unawareness.
A gentle hand and empathy proved the way to go as it stalled David's intentions on exposing the supernatural. Harriet succeeded in fabricating his memories, leaving him less of a danger to himself and others with the information he once held.
Harriet does all that she assured David she would, seeing him off to a doctor who knows how to care for him and ease whatever other fears he may have. She heads back home after, now getting to relax as she had originally intended.
Throughout this operation, Harriet maintains a calm demeanor, employing her skills to alter David's traumatic memories of werewolves into a benign, false narrative involving an intense migraine mistaken for a brain cancer scare. This meticulous reprogramming process effectively neutralizes the immediate threat David posed by his awareness of the supernatural. By the story's conclusion, David is convinced his sighting was nothing more than a hallucination caused by migraines, leaving Harriet to handle the aftermath and potential future implications should the hypnotism wear off. With David's crisis averted, Harriet ensures his proper care under a knowledgeable doctor and finally, can return to her original plans for rest, marking another day's challenge adeptly navigated in the hidden complexities of Haven.
(Harriet's odd encounter(SRAristotle):SRAristotle)
[Thu Sep 19 2024]
In the recovery wing
This portion of the Union building seems to be newly renovated and benefit from increased revenue from operating as Haven's primary care facility. The walls and floors have been painted with some kind of white enamel.
It is dusk, about 80F(26C) degrees,
(Someone in Haven has found out about the supernatural and is freaking out about it. They're at risk of exposing the secret, hurting themselves, or hurting others. Your target and their allies are tasked with containing the situation.
)
OOC: Hello! Thank you for accepting. Go ahead and emote what you were doing and we'll get started!
Striding down the clinic hallway, Harriet's high heels click and clack as she moves, echoing crisply against the sterile floor beneath them. Having just come from the morgue, she's heading towards the reception area on campus, with the ultimate goal of getting to her vehicle, but there is no haste involved, nor any discomfort as she heads out of the medical part of the facility with the antiseptic scents in the air growing fainter.
The clinic, as it typically is in Haven, is busy. It would be easy to assume this is typical given the most recent full-moon that patrons seem to be recovering from, what with the ever-growing wolf population. It's a bustling that Harriet wouldn't be any stranger to, especially given the nature of the town. As she walks, with heels clicking off of the floors, there is a screaming that can be heard. Again, attached to the clinic it is not unheard of, but this one is shrill - it's a pitched scream that forms words, but whatever is said is muddied by the echoing of the walls and the distance that it makes it hard for now for Harriet to make out. A safe guess would have one believe it's some sort of emphatic protest from a lone individual, though. It seems to be coming from the reception.
Harriet was fairly relaxed, initially. Her day had been fairly quiet, and now she was going to head home, but how can the Warden ignore a scream? Certainly, it is not an odd sound to hear in the halls of this clinic, with all of the arrests that have been occurring as of late, but this shrill cry shouted out catches her attention. Halting immediately, she stops right before the reception, trying to go unnoticed to take a peek and see what is going on.
Even if Harriet were noticed, no one would give her a second-thought, as the person screaming at reception has of course drawn in a crowd. The culprit is a man - his clothing is ragged. No, torn, and on each arm is a clinic orderling that he's trying to resist. "I'M TELLING YOU!" He screams, eyes wide and pleading to anyone he can make eye-contact with. "The wolves here aren't -normal-!" He continues screaming out. "They're FUCKING PEOPLE! I'm NOT crazy! I have proof!" He says, exclaiming that at the top of his lungs. Where his proof is isn't able to be seen, because it doesn't seem like he has pockets. But, he's imploring anyone to listen as the staff tries to quiet him and shoo him away further into the dark recesses of the clinic.
This is not the first, nor likely the hundredth time, Harriet has seen such a scenario, although it does not always happen within the confines of the institute. A sigh, soft and sounding a little tired, escapes the tall brunette's soft lips before she mentally gathers herself and prepares for the confrontation. Her high heels announce her arrival, and the Warden is pulling out her clinic credentials, holding up a badge that proves she's contracted to work within the clinic. "Hello," she greets the ranting man calmly. "My name is Harriet Fairfax, and I believe you," is said gently in her British accent that is flaunting clipped tones. "I can help you if you can trust me and come with me down the hall," gets stated with a gesture towards the northwest. "I cannot imagine the things you've seen." Yes, yes she can... "You've uncovered something incredible, but you're putting yourself in danger here. They don't know... Please, there are some people who will not hesitate to silence you forever, but I can help you. You've been hurt, you need answers, and people deserve the truth." Then she says, "What I need right now, is for you to survive this, so please, come with me."
With Harriet showcasing her credentials, the staff that were ready to cart this man off into the darkness of the clinic where he likely would never leave as he entered, seem relieved to pawn this off on the Warden. They shove this man towards Harriet, but don't depart just yet in case they're needed to forcefully deal with him again. The crowd continues to look on, some looking entertained and others with pity as Harriet claims to believe this man who clearly has lost his mind. Her words though, spark some solace in this man. As he's shoved towards her, he looks relieved - finally having someone to listen to him. "...You believe me?" He asks, as if her words are too good to be true for him. He doesn't wait for an answer, prattling off, "We have to warn people. They're lovers are wolves - and--and and their family members or friends. They fucking turn into monsters on the full moon and go ballistic. I've seen it with my own eyes and - and I have a recording of it, too!" He says. No caution at all to be had as he admits this. "People need to know their not safe, you have to help me." He implores Harriet. He doesn't seem to dismiss her request for him to follow, as he starts to fall in line with her with a side-eye given to the staff that tried to commit him.
Harriet offers a nod to the orderlies, assuring them she will have this handled after the stranger is relieved to find that the Warden believes him. Calm and composed, she allows her hazel gaze to fall upon the man's face, and she gives him a warm, reassuring smile, albeit a brief one before her facial features return to their usual stoic positioning. "I know it must feel overwhelming, and you've been through something extraordinary, but you survived... What is your name?" gets wondered as she begins to lead him down the halls, straight to a reprogramming room with that special device known as The Crown waiting for them. "We can talk more privately in here. No one will overhear or bother us," she explains while flicking the switch to alert outsiders the room is occupied. "I will guide you through a process to make sense of everything, and we can figure out how to explain your experience to the world."
As this man follows after Harriet, there are several points in her words that would prompt him to argue his urgency back to her, but as she claims a way to figure out how to explain what he's experienced to the world, he relaxes again. In the room, he looks about the machinery, all of it unfamiliar to him, but that goes set aside as he turns his attention to Harriet. "...David." He says, offering his name to her. "And... I couldn't fucking believe what I saw... surreal, and I know it wasn't a dream because I haven't gone to sleep yet. But I have it recorded." He says. "My friend just... turned into a monster. We need to give it to the press, or... the fucking president or... I don't fucking know, but this is dangerous. Everything we know about the world is completely wrong... and, if wolves exist, then... that's gotta mean Vampires and witches and... fucking boogymen!"
"David," Harriet replies in a soothing tone, looking professional all the while. "I'll need you to lie back on that metal table, because I need to ensure that you are not in danger of becoming one of those wolves yourself," she says - which is partly in truth. Cauterizing would be necessary if she happens to find any bites. "You are correct -- it was not a dream, but very much real. Before we do anything else, though, we need to ensure your safety. So, please..." A nod is given to the metal table with its devices to strap a patient down. "It is true, David, the supernatural world is alive and well, and there are all kinds of creatures, and now you are aware of the truth, just as I am. It is my job to help in these situations, but as I said before, we first need to ensure your safety."
David stills himself when Harriet instructs him onto the table. It's not the strange machinery that gives him pause, but the fear that he might be one of them. "...It's... contagious?" He asks, voice quiet with dread. "She didn't bite me... wait, is it... saliva?" He looks down at himself, and soon scrambles himself onto the table as instructed. He's silent as Harriet confirms the supernatural is real, and he exhales something heavy at that fact. "It's your job? Who... who are you?" Even though her name was stated to him in the beginning, the weight of his question is more than just name alone.
It is with cool precision that Harriet works so as to not alarm David any more than he already is, not wanting to panic him any further. "It is contagious, yes," she replies as she gently begins to strap his ankles and wrists in place. "It is important to stay still so that I do not miss anything." If he is still, she executes the inspection with the detached grace of a seasoned professional once he is secured. Her appraisal is thorough, but quite clinical, without a single ounce of ogling or unnecessary evaluations. "It is my job, I work here at the clinic to ensure people like you are protected and get the help they need."
With David being so mentally distracted, he doesn't register the bindings until it's too late. And even then, it's justified with, "Is this... is this in case I am infected and I might change?" He asks. Eyes glancing down at the bindings. He registers her explanation of who she is, and nervously nods, but doesn't otherwise resist. He seems afraid - not so much about Harriet, but moreso the prospect of his status as human changing.
Satisfied that David is unbitten, Harriet moves to retrieve a helmet-like device and then she fits it snugle over the man's head, explaining, "This might sting a little," in a gentle warning -- and sting it does, but only for a moment as it connects to his neural pathways. She puts a hand on his shoulder for assurance. The display screen next to the examination table flickers to life and reveals the man's thoughts, but the Warden isn't too interested in them. "I'll need you to breathe," is said softly. "Inhale through your nose for four seconds, hold your breath for seven counts, and then exhale for eight," the tall brunette instructs the man. "Repeat this process, letting it relax you, all right? And I will inform you when it is time to stop." She explains, "I need to check one more thing to ensure you are healthy and not at risk," as she moves to the controls.
One by one, the images of the transformation, of claws and fangs, snarls and werewolves disappear from the man's memory and are replaced by a false narrative. Rather than the terror of the attack, David's mind gets filled with vague symptoms -- headaches, dizziness, and confusion. Harriet makes him remember going to the clinic in fear that he might have brain cancer. The state-of-the-art scan now happening is merely to ensure he is all right, David falsely recalls. "There, you are doing so well, David. Your scan is clear -- you do not have cancer, you can have peace of mind about your health, and I'll make sure your doctor gets you a migraine prescription you can take to the pharmacist." With that complete, unless something has gone terrible awry, she removes the crown and unstraps his limbs from the table.
The stinging from the machine, even if it was prior warned, has David wincing in pain. It subsides as quickly as it comes, but still leaves him rattled. "What - what is this?" he asks. Even with that question, though, the memories start to fade. His breathing evens out though, as more and more of what is real is replaced by fabrication. Did he actually see a friend transform? Or, was that an hallucination from the cancer. Doubt prevails, though, and by the end, he's beaming a relieved smile at her words. "Cancer... cancer free? I'm fine?" He asks, huffing out a little relieved laugh. "Fuckin' migraines, doc. I swear they had me hallucinating."
"Yes, I suffer from migraines myself," Harriet confesses to David quite honestly. Her empathy seems strong in this matter, even if David does not actually experiece migraines. "You are indeed fine. I suggest getting some blood tests run, though, and I will inform your doctor that I believe you should get some testing just to ensure everything else is all right, but as for brain cancer, you have nothing to worry about, I can assure you," she stresses to the man. Retrieving her cell phone, she's tapping and swiping out a message to the local Orderites, warning them about what has just occured, and to have someone keep an eye on David for if or when the hypnotism wears off, so that they can be prepared to ease him into the supernatural world in a better way when he is not screaming and freaking out, or to simply dose him up with a syringe to extend his blissfull unawareness.
A gentle hand and empathy proved the way to go as it stalled David's intentions on exposing the supernatural. Harriet succeeded in fabricating his memories, leaving him less of a danger to himself and others with the information he once held.
Harriet does all that she assured David she would, seeing him off to a doctor who knows how to care for him and ease whatever other fears he may have. She heads back home after, now getting to relax as she had originally intended.