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Musical: Rehab

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Posted 04 April 2012 - 08:13 PM

"Well," Daerra said to the three obligators seated in front of her, "What do you want with me?"

The three men exchanged a glance, before the one on the right took the lead. That would be the leader then. Daerra recognized him, Prelan Dunsinane. She'd considered bribing him once, but after some investigation she had decided against it. The look on his face was so determined it made Daerra want to roll her eyes. He was a man so dedicated to his duty the mists would come out in the day before he abandoned it. Which made him useless to her.

"Your father has brought some concerns about your mental well being to the attention of the ministry," he said in a precise manner. "We have come to investigate his concerns, and if necessary, escort you to a ministry treatment center for your condition."

Daerra sat back, keeping her thought to herself. So, her father wanted to ship her off, did he? She was used to him threatening as much, but he had never involved the ministry before. Settling the score would have to wait however. First she had to find a way to extricate herself from her current predicament.

The second obligator was taking her silence as an opportunity to interject. "Apparently you had to much to drink at the Casuana ball. Over-indulging in wine once and a while isn't a problem in and of itself. But when it is used to mask feelings of inadequacy or depression, it can quickly become addictive. As such behavior is uncharacteristic for a competent woman such as yourself, I think your father's concerns might be founded." From the compassion in his voice and the concern practically blazing from his eyes, it was clear he truly believed he was acting in her best interest. Reason and logic would not be likely to sway him, but shows of emotion might.

Still Daerra chose to keep her silence, biding her time. She wanted to know what kinds of pieces she was playing with before she made her first move.

The third obligatory piped in. "If you are judged... incapable, the standard period of treatment is seventy days, upon which, if you pass a follow-up review, you will be released. Your stay will of course be paid for at your house's expense." His voice was emotionless, but Daerra caught the glint of greed in his eyes, especially when he mentioned the 'expense' of her so called treatment.

So I have one obligator blinded by dedication to his cause, one steeped in emotional idealism, and one corrupted by greed. The first would need to see taking her as a waste of time and resources for the organization he loved. The second could be swayed by candid shows of confession, while a bribe should suffice for the third.

Dunsinane was speaking again. "Lady Daerra, please. Our time is valuable. If you do not try to defend your choice, we shall have no choice but to take you to our facility at Austrex."

All at once, the thought of being taken away from Luthadel, the center of all her plots and schemes, seemed to make time slow down.

"Luth-aaaaa-del. Luth-aaaa-del. Luth-aaaaa-aaaaa-del." It was the city of her birth, the place she was destined to rise to her fullest potential. If she allowed her father to ship her off, she would never achieve her goals and make her dreams of power and dominance come true. She would always be the girl who, despite having wealth, and power, and potential, failed to make her mark on the world. She would never get to prove herself, to the world, or to the man who had never thought she was worth anything more than a convenient way to secure a marriage alliance.

Physically, Daerra remained calm and contained, but in her mind she leapt up in anger. Though her thoughts normally came to her in an orderly manner, for some reason they seemed to arrange themselves in song.

"They tried to make me go to rehab but I said 'No, no, no'
Yes I've been bad but when I come back you'll know know know."

She fixated on the portrait of her family hung across from her on the wall. From it, her father seemed to be staring directly at her, taunting her with his arrogance.

"I ain't got the time, and if my Daddy thinks I'm fine.
He's tried to make me go to Rehab but I won't go go go."

As she began speaking to the obligators, the melody in her head seemed to shape her words into notes, and her arguments into lines of a song. As she sang, she glanced at each of the obligators in turn as she brought up points she thought would resonate with each one. She began with the emotional one.
"I'd rather be at home with friends."

Then she gave a suggestive look to the greedy one as she sang,
"I ain't got seventy days."

Then to Prelan Dunsinane, who would likely be the most difficult to convince.
"Cuz there's nothing,
There's nothing you can teach me,
That I can't learn going my own way."

"You know I have a lot of class,
And it don't come from in a wine glass."

Though she kept her song controlled and rational, inside it was becoming a full production, as imaginary servants entered to act as background dancers and a chorus.

"They tried to make me go to rehab but I said 'No, no, no'
Yes I've been bad but when I come back you'll know know know.

Outloud she sang, "I ain't got the time, and if my Daddy thinks I'm fine."

"He's tried to make me go to Rehab but I won't go go go."

As she laid out the scenario in her mind, the obligatory chimed in, filling in her song with their arguments.

"The man says "Why do you think you're here?"

"I say," "I got no idea."
I'm gonna, I'm gonna lose all my plans.
"It's not like I keep a bottle near."

"He says" "I just think you're depressed," sang the emotional one.
"This me?" she sang aloud, "Yeah Baby, and all the rest."

"They tried to make me go to rehab but I said 'No, no, no'
Yes I've been bad but when I come back you'll know know know."

Now it was time for Daerra to make her point, and drive home her arguments.

"I don't never want to drink again," she sang to Prelan Dunsinane.
"I just oooooh I just a need a friend." This line she directed to the middle obligator, hoping to solicit his sympathy. The next lines she sang suggestively to the third obligator, hoping to indicate she would be willing to buy him off.
"I'm not gonna spend ten weeks,"
"Have everyone think I'm on the mend."

Sensing his dissatisfaction with her answers, she turned back to Dunsinane.
"It's not just my pride."

Then she turned again to the middle obligator, petitioning him for kindness with her eyes.
"It's just till these tears have dried."

The obligators looked at eachother, nodded, and began to move their way out, but as the moved to open the door it crashed open. In moments the room was filled with Elariel servants and nobles in Daerra's faction, and she couldn't help but smile as she finished the last chorus of her song out loud.

"They tried to make me go to rehab but I said 'No, no, no'
Yes I've been bad but when I come back you'll know know know.
I ain't got the time, and if my Daddy thinks I'm fine,
They tried to make me go to rehab, but I won't go go go!"

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