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"Thank you." He did his best to ignore the fact that everything he did was going to be watched closely, and interpreted. It was the guy's job after all. Everyone does it to some extent, usually less than a therapist though. At least a therapist wouldn't be fuming mad if you had a different opinion, or tell everyone else about it since they had to keep their patient's sessions confidential. He stepped in and looked around the place.
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The room they were standing in now was a spacious but simple parlor. The walls were a passive light blue with darker blue curtains pulled back and letting in ample sunlight through the tall windows. There was cling-film on each of the windows at the street-view level that allowed people within to look out, but tinted the windows from the outside so it was much harder to see within -- offering privacy for his clients.

There was a couch and two over-stuffed navy chairs with yellow accent pillows off to their right, with a coffee table in the middle that had neatly arranged magazines in the center for people to browse while they waited for their loved one during their session.

"The room's back this way," Ellis said, gesturing towards the doorway directly across from the door to the outside. "Feel free to leave your shoes on or take them off, however you're most comfortable."

He himself was wearing a pair of gray slippers.




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Vincent nodded, and kept his shoes on. He took note of the organization in the room before walking into the room Ellis had gestured towards. "How has your day been?"
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Oliver Windermere (Part 1/2)
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When Oliver reached the table in the corner, his friends were laughing uproariously at some joke. Unnoticed for a moment, he narrowed his eyes and smirked. Then he flourished a hand and used the other to slide the taco-loaded tray across the table. The tray spun and stopped perfectly at the middle of the table.

"Your orders, my dear comrades," he said, giving an extravagant bow.

Jay--the friend who'd ordered #8--whistled. "You're the best, Ow!"

Oliver slid onto the bench, basking in the attention of his friends. "I know, I know. Let's eat!"

He dug into his cheese taco, appreciating the warm, melted cheese that filled the oily taco crust. Probably a bit unhealthy (and basic, as Maho had said), but still delicious. Speaking of Maho and her recommendations, Oliver did in fact end up stealing a bite of the #8 from Jay. The meat had a faintly smoky, savory taste that blended with the fresh veggies and salsa, and it was all rounded out by the beans and taco shell. Mmm. Maho knew what she was talking about.

In between bites, Oliver regaled the table with a funny story from his classes that day, and he soaked in their laughter like the earth soaked up the sun's rays. They must have stayed there for an hour, laughing and chatting. But eventually, his friends left in groups and pairs, and Oliver was the last one left. He usually was. He never liked to miss out on any interaction that might take place without him.

Oliver drummed his fingers on the table. He was about to get up and head back to his dorm (might as well at least attempt some reading for homework) when he caught sight of someone with gold-highlighted brown hair staring at him from another table. It was a little odd that he was staring at Oliver when he hadn't made any conscious attempt to stand out. Oliver also could've sworn the man said "That's the one." to the woman across from him. But in any case, Oliver did enjoy attention, so he grinned and waved at the stranger.

The stranger was not enthused that he got noticed, and quickly looked down at his churros.

Shy, perhaps? But then what was he doing watching someone, as if asking to be noticed? Interesting. Oliver grinned even wider. He made a snap decision and strolled over to the strangers, casually pulling out a chair and taking a seat. "Hello there. Those churros look delicious, by the way."

The man froze. Oliver also could've sworn that the stranger mumbled "This wasn't part of the plan." Regardless, he responded. "Thank you. My delcious are churros."

Oliver laughed lightly. "May I ask why you were staring at me? I know I'm not bad-looking, but I'm no Mona Lisa."

The man blushed. Like, tomato red. "I was not staring! I was politely watching!"

"Mhm. Absolutely. My question still stands, though-- why?" Oliver's tone was lighthearted, but he watched the two people carefully. It could be something casual (maybe he had food stuck in his hair or something), but analyzing people for ulterior motives was a hard habit to break, especially when the guy had mentioned a plan.

"I... uhh... Hey! Look! Your friends are leaving!"

Clearly an attempt to distract him. It was slightly amusing, but it also raised Oliver's suspicions. "I'm aware of that, yes." Oliver turned his attention to the lady across from the man. Messy ponytail, tacky glasses frame. Hm. What could these two people have in common?

The man then immediately made a beeline for the bathrooms. Avoiding conversation? Also rather suspicious. It could be extreme shyness, but something about this made Oliver think something more was going on.

"I didn't know I was that much of a pain to talk to," Oliver joked to the woman. "Do you perhaps have an explanation? Or, and please be honest, am I that bad of a conversationalist?"

"Honestly? Would not be surprised if he got struck with the urge to poop. That IBS runs deep." She cracked a playful grin. "Who are you, anyhow? I'm Sadie." She offered an awkward little wave.

Oliver laughed. "I'm Oliver. Nice to meet you. Now, I wasn't eavesdropping intentionally, I swear, but that guy said something about me being the one, and a plan? I highly doubt I'm the Chosen One of a fantasy novel, but I'd love to be in on whatever plan this is."

There was a slight blush tinting Sadie's cheeks. "Oh, uh, heh... is that right? You a go-with-the-flow kinda fella huh?"

Oliver thought for a moment. "You could say that. Especially when the flow takes me to interesting things like possible conspiracies. Or involves meeting unlikely duos like the two of you."

"What makes us so unlikely?" She smirked a little. "Birds of a feather and all that. Massive nerds tend to flock with one another."

"Oh? What kind of nerds?" Oliver filed the information away in his head. Could be useful to know people in different industries.

"Computer science on my end," Sadie answered.

Suddenly, the man in the suit ran out the bathroom and sat right back in front of his churros. "Sadie! There was a spider! On the sink! Smack dab in the middle! On the faucet!"

Sadie shot him a look that said she was done with his nonsense. She then sent a meaningful glance towards Oliver, and back at Elias.

"Oh. The man is still here."

"Yes. I'm Oliver, by the way." He smiled. These two were pretty funny, despite their dodging of the question about the plan. He had a feeling he now knew how Maho felt earlier.

"Nice to meet you... Olive. I am Elias, or Eli. Both work."

"Olive. No. Help. I've gotten one more bad nickname today and I don't need another," Oliver declared. "Nice to meet you though, Eli."

Elias then awkwardly grabbed a churro and ate it while making direct eye contact with Oliver. Oliver raised an eyebrow and continued the staring contest with a half-smile.

"Ooh wait, time-out, pause, what are the others?" Sadie perked up with a mischievious spark in her eyes.

"Absolutely not. I'm not doing this again." Oliver broke eye contact with Elias to cross his arms in mock annoyance. Then suddenly a glint entered his eyes, and he leaned forward. "Actually, I'm down for a trade. I reveal the great mystery and fascinating lore of my horrible nicknames, and you two tell me about your plan."

"Sadie, you're 100% sure you background checked this guy?" Elias dipped his churro in the chocolate sauce and took another awkward bite.

"What background check?" Oliver was used to people knowing about him through the fame of his parents, but still, 'fessing up to a background check was bold.

Sadie pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration.

"... Okay, to be fair, you said that I could say virtually anything out loud."

"Just because you can say anything doesn't mean you should. But in this case, tell me everything." Oliver looked between Sadie and Elias with interest.

"I'm actually pretty sure I told you to say virtually nothing."

"First amendment rights! And, no, you said I could run my mouth off!"

"Please, just tell me, you two." Oliver interrupted them before it could devolve into a prolonged argument.

Sadie sighed, looking at Oliver for a long moment. "How... do you feel about..." She sighed again. "This isn't how it was supposed to go."

Elias tried to sneakily exit the restaurant, and take his churros.

Oliver stole the churros and placed them firmly on the table in front of him. "You're not going anywhere. I'm going to keep these churros hostage until you guys spill everything. I'm intrigued now, and I want answers."

"My churros!" Elias pouted a little and crawles back into his seat.

"The aristocracy," Sadie said. "You were born into it. Are you intending to stay, or do you want something bigger in your life?"

Oliver raised an eyebrow. "Depends on what you mean by bigger."

"Better," Sadie said, not actually clarifying anything. "Some--"

"How vague. Lovely." Oliver leaned back in his seat. "Pardon the interruption."

"A movement that lifts everyone up, not just a handful of the disgustingly rich... no offense... unless you deserve it."

"I am rich, but hopefully not disgustingly so." Oliver considered that for a moment. "Actually, no, my family is filthy rich."

"The riches aren't synonomous with the filth, but they tend to go hand in hand," Sadie said. "Just curious where you sit."

"I'd say I sit pretty deep in the mud, but I have a way of slipping out of messy situations." Oliver smiled tightly. "But really, how realistic is your movement's chance of success?"

"It'd be more realistic if our fearless leader didn't spill his guts." Sadie sent another annoyed glance towards Elias."
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Oliver Windermere (Part 2/2)
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"Your leader?" Oliver asked.

"Hi, yes... thats me!" Elias waved meekly.

"Kind of. Work in progress." Sadie crossed her arms and looked at Oliver coollly, clearly trying to regain control of the conversation.

"Mhm." Oliver didn't bother to hide his flicker of skepticism.

"I do have a whole whiteboard with plans."

"Wow. A whole whiteboard."

"It's a big whiteboard!"

"It's a good plan," Sadie interrupted. "But that's all it is at the present: a plan. And plans don't execute themselves. We need people to gather info, people to make connections -- this isn't something we're going to go charging into half-cocked. It's also not something we're going tell you all about until we know where your alliances lie."

"Understandable." Oliver tapped the table thoughtfully, passing the churros back to Eli as he did so. He wasn't convinced that they had any real chance of making an impact, but the idea was certainly intriguing.

Sadie nodded. "Anyway, part of the info gathering is on people. We weren't planning to engage with anyone tonight, and I apologize for disrupting your evening with this frankly appalling approach. You threw a kink in the people-watching we had planned."

"Plus, I know you like pasta. We can go to an Italian restaurant!"

"Bribing me with pasta, eh? I might consider it if they have alfredo." Oliver smiled, then turned serious again. "Well, thank you for answering my questions, but I'm afraid I won't get involved just yet. It seems too new right now-- fragile, like a baby bird that might not survive the night."

"...Are you kidding me? Why, I oughta..." Elias stood up, holding a churro menacingly.

"Eli, shut up," Sadie snapped, glaring at him for a moment.

Oliver held up a finger. "But. I wasn't done. Ask me again once you've gathered more members and more power."

"You know, I had an Olive Garden giftcard... but..."

Sadie rolled her eyes at Elias, but looked at Oliver seriously. "We could... or, you could help us pick those people. This isn't going to be a widely broadcast thing. We need a team we can trust. Would you really rather I be responsible for that, without you getting a say on who is or isn't invited into the inner folds?"

Oh, that was some clever phrasing right there. Offering him a chance to be a part of the founding members and the inner circle. That was likely something that would be more difficult to achieve if he joined the organization after they'd matured a bit. But then again, they might fail early on and everything would be moot anyways.

"And! Sadie says she needs more help 'keeping me composed' or whatnot." Elias said this in a serious manner, which was odd considering his earlier mannerisms.

"Oh, and does she think someone who makes you run away after five seconds of convo can keep you composed?" Oliver chuckled, but the drastic change in Elias's manner was interesting. Maybe he had more facets than it seemed. The question was, did those facets include the ability to lead effectively?

"I think you'd be a valuable asset to our movement," Sadie said. "Not one I'm going to beg for, mind you, but one of the top people on my radar thus far... Alfred."

Oliver stilled for a moment, then smiled. "So your background check was that thorough, huh?"

Sadie smirked a little. "Background check sounds a bit more sterile than I conducted. But you've been well-researched, yes.Again, not going off the cuff with our selections."

"I see. Well, I'm still not entirely convinced, but I'm intrigued enough to be open to another meeting, and perhaps to keep an eye out for other recruits."

"I'll have my people call your people," Sadie said jokingly. "Just kidding, I have no people. Want my cell number? Text or call is fine once you've figured out a schedule."

"Oh yes, I'll give you the number of my secretary." Oliver's eyes twinkled. "Just kidding." He held his phone out to Sadie.

Sadie cocked an eyebrow and took the phone immediately.

Suddenly, Oliver grabbed it back. "That was probably not the wisest move, huh? With you being a computer science nerd and background checker and all. I'll write down my number for you."

Sadie laughed at that, seeming not at all surprised or offended that he'd realized his mistake. "I mean, I wasn't going to argue. But no, not the smartest move. Here, I'll just text you. What's your number?"

Oliver scribbled it on a napkin and slid it over.

Sadie rolled her eyes. "Okay Boomer, thank you." She took the napkin and punched it into her contacts.

"Alright, Zoomer."

Sadie smirked and stood up, finally offering her hand for a shake. "Nice to meet you, Olive-- wait a second! You didn't hold up your end of the deal, Mr. Olive."

"Darn, you caught me." Oliver rolled his eyes dramatically. "Okay, here's the lore. My last initial is W, so one of my friends started calling me Ow and he's never stopped. And then today, I met this person who called me Ollie. And then you guys come along and call me a fruit. I've always been fine with the name Oliver, but apparently it's too easy to make embarrassing nicknames out of."

"Ollie-ver Ow," Sadie snickered, and opened his contact again to change the name.

"No. No you don't." Oliver tried to snatch at Sadie's phone, but she moved it away, cackling maniacally.

"It's perfect. Code name."

"It's horrible. It's the worst name in the history of all names."

"Is that a challenge?" she raised an eyebrow.

"You know what? What if I save you as 'Sadie-stic'? Or, no, as 'Sad'?" Oliver opened his contacts app.

"I mean, what's stopping you? Here, give me your phone. I'll save it myself. And totally nothing else."

"Nuh-uh, not making that mistake again." Oliver twirled to keep his phone out of reach. "Hang on, what about 'Shady Sadie'?"

"I mean, I usually opt for Shad for demented nicknames. One of the worst fish, but a fish all the same and those are dope. Sad Shad wouldn't be too far off. That season of depression yo." She shoved her phone back in her pocket and flashed a double peace sign.

Oliver nodded. "Understandable. Sad Shad is a great name, though." He edited his contacts.

At this point, Elias was sleeping with his hands over his face, and a churro in his mouth.

"So, want me to wake that guy up, or will you give him my number?"

"No and probably," Sadie answered his questions. "In that order."

"Got it. In that case, any last matters to take care of?"

Sadie shook her head.

Elias then abruptly awoke. "Huh...? Where am I...?"

"In a taco restaurant on the planet Earth. You're welcome," Oliver said.

"Oh... Must've dozed off."

"By the way, I've sort of joined your clandestine club."

"Do you still want the gift card?"

"He doesn't understand rich people," Sadie said with a smirk.

"My parents are rich!"

"Nah I'll take the gift card. I never turn down free money."

Elias handed Oliver a 25 dollar Olive Garden giftcard.

"It's not free," Sadie reminded. "It's incentive."

"Ah yes, how could I forget? I'll take the non-free gift card. Thank you." Oliver stood up and pushed in his chair.

Elias stared at Oliver. "I like you. You're like a.... 7/10."

"Hey. A 7/10? That's like... a 3-star Yelp review."

"Middle of the road. But... you're kinda like my older brother."

"So your older brother is a 7/10. Good to know."

"No! He's a 10/10."

"Solid 6," Sadie interjected.

"Oliver or my brother?"

"It better not be me. I like to think I'm at least an 8," Oliver joked. "But also, if it's Elias's brother, well, that insult would probably not go well for you, Sadie."

"Hm. You are a 7 at best."

"Brutal. Is there a chance at raising my rating, or do I just accept my fate as being a lucky number?" Oliver inquired.

"If I grow fond of you. Maybe. Just maybe."

"I hear joining the Resistance is pretty sexy."

"Sadie! That was uncalled for!" Elias blushed and hid his face in his hands.

Oliver laughed. "Also good to know. And you're calling yourselves the Resistance?"

Sadie had been laughing too, but suddenly sobered and shook her head. "No. I just mean, like... in general." But she was blushing furiously. "Obviously."

"Mhm. Well, I'm pleased to meet you two members of the Resistance." Oliver flashed them a grin. "You have my number, and I'm sure you'll find me at this taco place again. Apparently there's a certain taco I need to order. But for now, unfortunately, I must be off to classes." He strolled out the door, turning at the last moment to wave goodbye flamboyantly.
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"It's going pretty well!" Ellis said with a smile, following close behind. He gestured towards the right. "It'll be right in here."

The room was fairly spacious, especially for a therapy room. The walls were painted a light blue color that was fairly neutral and the sofa along the back wall was black with yellow accent pillows and a fuzzy white blanket draped over the back. There were two overstuffed black chairs across from the sofa, each with a yellow accent pillow on them as well.

Ellis generally preferred his client took the sofa and he took one of the chairs, but he let them pick where they were most comfortable.




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"That's good." Vincent smiled even though it probably wasn't visible as Ellis was behind him, and followed Ellis' directions. He took one of the chairs as he preferred to not sit by himself on an entire sofa.
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Ellis smoothly swept up a notebook on the table next to one of the seats and settled down on the couch. "And how about you? How are you doing today?"




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"Pretty good! I went to a party and talked to some people." He hummed, sitting back in his chair and shifting a little bit to get more comfortable.
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