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.
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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