<div class="floatleft">(http://th04.deviantart.net/fs71/200H/f/2010/306/a/e/dr_facilier_by_chibicyndaquil-d321xsj.png)</div><strong>Name/True Identity:</strong>Doctor Facilier/Doctor Facilier<br/><strong>Location:</strong>His Office<br/><strong>Doing:</strong>Greeting Alice Lutwidge at the door<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open; Alice Lutwidge<br/><hr/>Doctor Facilier opened the door of his office and saw Miss Lutwidge standing before him.  With a sly smile that would appear welcoming to some, frightening to others, and downright creepy to the rest, he opened his door all the way, beckoning her in with the words, "Welcome, my dear Lutwidge.  I do not believe we have an appointment at this hour of the day."  That much was perfectly true, as he had spoken with her near the beginning of the year and scheduled biweekly, hour-long sessions concerning her daydreams, drug usage, and experiences in the "bad Crowd."  In fact, though he didn't require payments anymore, her parents gave him a fair amount of money to help her.<br/><br/>The Doctor ushered Alice into his office, the walls covered with many artifacts that, without a doubt, made the place appear to be a New Orleans Voodoo Shop.  He led her to his desk and asked her to sit on one of the rather soft seats before sitting down himself.  He leaned forward, his long, slender torso hovering above his arms, his hands pressed against the top of the desk, his fingers splayed out like spiders, "So, tell me, what brings you to my office this day?"<br/><hr/><hr/><hr/><strong>Name/True Identity:</strong>Doctor Facilier/Doctor Facilier<br/><strong>Location:</strong>His Office<br/><strong>Doing:</strong>Greeting Amelia Stephens at the door<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open;  Amelia Stephens<br/><hr/>Not long after he had finished speaking to Alice, did the Doctor hear another knock at his door.  This was quite odd as few people willingly came to his office, appointment or no.  The doctor walked to the door, opening it and allowing the scent of freshly lit incense to flow out of the door.  Doctor Facilicer frowned slightly, not in disapproval or anger, but rather in thought.  He didn't recognize the girl in front of him, but that might well have been because he was still browsing through the student profiles.  There was nearly too many to keep up with.<br/><br/>"Hello, may I ask what you've come here for?  Are you perhaps lost?  Or maybe you have things to talk about in private?  Nonetheless, please, come in.  I may be able to help you, one way or another."