[ The manor is huge and intimidating. A sprawling estate, fallen into disrepair over the years, each room is worse than the last. James had gotten the place for a cheap enough price — of course, what really devalued the old home was the fact multiple deaths occurred on this property, and the listing outright mentioned "haunted".
And that's why he's here. The psychiatrist has recently had a shift in occupation, now acting as an "afterlife therapist" — and it's in his new home that he's been seeing and treating his spectral patients. Things are going... all right. James has found himself the victim of poltergeist activity more often than not, the ghosts in these walls often lashing out at him in various ways. He's been physically harmed, possessed, and intentionally frightened out of his wits since he moved in here. Yet he refuses to give up, and he has made some progress with a few of them. It's just going a bit slow...
When a friend he's lost contact with reached out to him, James was eager to get back in touch. He's fallen severely out of the world of the living, having been so focused on the dead, that he can't remember the last time he truly had human company. He arranged to have Rowena come stay with him for a week at the old manor, warning her that "the place is a little spooky" but not going into any more detail there. In truth, he's hoping to hide the fact that the place is severely haunted, as he's also been hiding the nature of what he does for a living. The last time he had a visitor over (a maintenance man who was way over his head by the state the manor was in), the ghosts stayed quiet, seeming not to want anyone to take notice of them. James is hoping they'll do the same for Rowena now.
After welcoming the woman in and helping take her bags up to her room, James has been giving Rowena a tour. Through the gardens, kitchen, dining hall, ballroom, and now into the large sitting room where boxes still need to be unpacked and the furniture could use a good dusting. He shuffles in with some fresh tea, setting it down on the coffee table with a soft clink and brushing his hands together as he moves to sit down with her. Despite his anxieties, James can't stop smiling, happy to have a friendly face around. Things have been... lonely. Really, really lonely. ]
So! Tell me how things have been your way. Tell me everything. I have dearly missed the sound of your voice. [ He gives a grin, dorky as ever. ]
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And that's why he's here. The psychiatrist has recently had a shift in occupation, now acting as an "afterlife therapist" — and it's in his new home that he's been seeing and treating his spectral patients. Things are going... all right. James has found himself the victim of poltergeist activity more often than not, the ghosts in these walls often lashing out at him in various ways. He's been physically harmed, possessed, and intentionally frightened out of his wits since he moved in here. Yet he refuses to give up, and he has made some progress with a few of them. It's just going a bit slow...
When a friend he's lost contact with reached out to him, James was eager to get back in touch. He's fallen severely out of the world of the living, having been so focused on the dead, that he can't remember the last time he truly had human company. He arranged to have Rowena come stay with him for a week at the old manor, warning her that "the place is a little spooky" but not going into any more detail there. In truth, he's hoping to hide the fact that the place is severely haunted, as he's also been hiding the nature of what he does for a living. The last time he had a visitor over (a maintenance man who was way over his head by the state the manor was in), the ghosts stayed quiet, seeming not to want anyone to take notice of them. James is hoping they'll do the same for Rowena now.
After welcoming the woman in and helping take her bags up to her room, James has been giving Rowena a tour. Through the gardens, kitchen, dining hall, ballroom, and now into the large sitting room where boxes still need to be unpacked and the furniture could use a good dusting. He shuffles in with some fresh tea, setting it down on the coffee table with a soft clink and brushing his hands together as he moves to sit down with her. Despite his anxieties, James can't stop smiling, happy to have a friendly face around. Things have been... lonely. Really, really lonely. ]
So! Tell me how things have been your way. Tell me everything. I have dearly missed the sound of your voice. [ He gives a grin, dorky as ever. ]