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The Domino Effect

Wendel Korlev

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Almania, Capital City of Stonia
Constance Neighborhood, 1378 Gristol Avenue

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Dr. Wendel Korlev, M.D. | Office of
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With a slight twist, the man's torso rotated in time with his extended arms, a subtle clack issuing from the contact between the club and ball. A moment later a satisfying rattle as the ball spun into the white cup turned sideways where it rest on the semi-plush carpet of his office. *A gentleman's sport indeed* thought the man as he moved to retrieve the ball again.

The day had been slow for Dr. Korlev. The galaxy was in an uproar, former First Order worlds were in turmoil, the market even had failed to truly stabalize - but for some reason, today was wide open. People didn't want to talk about their problems quite as much now that the initial shock had died down - it was becoming a dwindling prospect, being a psychiatrist on Almania these days. Oh sure, there was the one off walk-ins but most of those consisted of little more than filling out the initial paperwork and scheduling a session. "Boring day. Most boring." he muttered, standing with ball in hand. A gaze out the window of the small rental property on Gristol Avenue revealed a slow trickle of foot traffic up and down the street. Most people didn't even bother to take in the etched signage of the glass. *Perhaps better advertising might do the trick?* he wondered silently.

With a resigned sigh, he turned towards his reception desk, the desk at which he couldn't afford to hire an actual receptionist and instead spent most of his time. Settling the ball and cup on its top, he wandered across the space to the modest little seating area and began to brew a new pot of coffee. If the day continued so, he would need it.

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There was something humorous to realizing how time changes a person, makes them strange, makes them foreign where they should be at home. Stonia was exactly like that. In Lady Shepard’s absence the city had remained the same besides a few Sith Empire flags that hung from municipal centers. Traffic was the same, the smell in the air was the same, even the ever rigid adherence to politeness that dominated local life on the street was just the same. It instantly sent Sybil along a distressing spell of nostalgia so deep she failed to notice the people who might have recognized her from these familiar streets she used to haunt.

Eventually her mental torpor led her down the byway known as Gristol Avenue. Something on the street caught her attention: a shop that was not present five years ago. Normally that wouldn’t be anything too suspicious in and of itself, except Sybil could swear the rest of the street had kept all the same businesses since her last adventure on her homeworld. This curiosity led her to peer more closely, revealing the establishment to be psychiatric office, the kind you find in an antique two story brick building that one has to climb a set of stairs to reach.

“Oh, what the Nether.” Shepard pinged to herself.

She cast a paranoid glance up and down the street and saw that nobody appeared to be starting as her stained gloved hand grasped the knob.

A moment later, the Almanian noblewoman in clothes too burnt to be considered appropriate for daily use a sloppy mess of shaggy auburn hair thumped into Dr. Korlev’s office. Coffee caught her nostrils, the scent of which she sniffed at in two snorts that was quite dog like in inclination.

A moment passed as she caught the gaze of a man standing at a coffee pot. It took her a few seconds before she realized she was supposed to bow -as was the custom on the small world. Sybil obliged to decorum and bowed while crossing her right hand across her chest.

“Good day unto you.”

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Wendel Korlev

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It had only taken a few minutes for the coffee to come sputtering out in all its obsidian glory, a hastily placed pot catching all but the very first few drops of liquid gold. He'd nearly filled his mug to the brim before he noted the sound of footsteps along the worn oaken floors. Turning around and facing the door he set his eyes on the new arrival. It took the woman a moment to realize he was standing there, her attention obviously consumed by the aroma now filling the office. For a few awkward seconds the pair seemed to look at each other, a raised eyebrow jarring them before the woman politely bowed in a customary greeting. Wendel returned the same, careful not to spill his coffee.

"And to you, Ms...?" an unphrased question. "Coffee?" he offered, motioning towards the near-ancient machine and a few well used ceramic mugs beside it.


Softly stepping along the floor back towards the reception desk, he introduced himself. "Welcome to the Office of Dr. Korlev." he said, eyes appraising the woman. "What can I do for you?"

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