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Post by Deleted on Sept 30, 2012 3:41:45 GMT -5
Though the meeting isn't scheduled to start for a few minutes, Iris heads into the staff lounge. It's always her habit to stay slightly ahead of schedule whenever possible - that way if she's slightly delayed she ends up arriving to places exactly on time, and that cuts out a major source of stress from her life. Not many of the staff share her philosophy, so she expects that most will be arriving closer to the actual time that the meeting is supposed to start, but she notes a few staff members are already present.
She finds a seat near the middle of the room - she wasn't very well informed of exactly what this meeting about, so she doesn't know if it's one that will bore her and make her want to sit in the back where she'll be ignored, or one that she'll actually care at all about and make her want to sit in front where she can comment easily. The middle is a good compromise.
The room is normally used as a break room, so the furniture is round tables with chairs scattered around them. It's not the most comfortable room for a meeting, but it is large enough and central enough for the entire mental heath staff of the facility to gather in with relative ease. Once she's settled herself, she idly watches as the others file in as she 'accidentally' eavesdrops on the people who happen to be talking near her. It seems like the favorite topic of discussion in this crowd is various gripes about how unnecessary this meeting is and what a big inconvenience it is. Iris certainly doesn't think so, but then again she's not nearly as prone to griping in general as the average person.
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Post by hatter on Sept 30, 2012 5:26:21 GMT -5
An emperor's cloth is only the burden of the poor man once vice, greed, and the feelings of being greater than the ones beneath the emperor are gone, after all an emperor's job is only to serve as the figurehead for subordinates that truly rule. Every member in a well working structure must be replaceable in time, or the structure is a dependent mechanism.
This was the last bit of Professor Hugo Strange's wandering thoughts as he entered the room he had to get to, making his way after a line of people, and then his thoughts turned to focusing on the matters at hand. This room he was now in was where an important conference was set, and he was glad to be on time seeing the meeting hadn't even started yet.
Looking around, Hugo noted that there were circular tables arrayed about, with quite a few chairs for each of them, enough for a sizable group or perhaps all of Arkham's various medical staff members to be present should that many attend. Hugo didn't really know if this was mandatory or not and as such wasn't sure if almost everyone would be here or just several people who had gone out of their way to be.
One of the people he noticed was Iris Ledford, a psychologist who had taken a seat in the middle. She was a wise and respectable enough woman whose valuable opinions seemed to be sometimes overlooked as far as Strange could tell. But he didn't catch sight of Jeremiah Arkham, administrator of Arkham Asylum himself, who would of course probably be their guide today on important matters.
Strange took a seat towards the front of the room so as to maintain his presence should he need to make his voice heard on the topic of this meeting, and sat there assessing the situation, not that it seemed to be a very important one to some of the other people in here, judging from what he heard in the bits of their conversation. Oddly enough Strange hadn't the slightest idea what this meeting was about, which was an odd event for him as he usually kept track of the various happenings in Arkham, but he assumed it was of some significance or it wouldn't have been set to transpire in the first place.
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Post by Joan Leland on Oct 18, 2012 14:48:55 GMT -5
Proper planning ensures Joan isn't late for the meeting but almost exactly on time, she would have preferred to be early but there were things that had to be done before she became distracted by whatever topic had been chosen to be discussed today. She didn't know any better than the rest of them the nature of the meeting but anything that stopped the normal running of the Asylum would probably at least be somewhat important. She certainly hopes so anyway, she had work to do.
With a couple of files still under arm she calmly arrives behind a small group that was hurrying not to be late and trying to claim the best seats. A quick scan over the room and she noted faces as she chose a spot near the middle and a couple of seats from Iris, it really was one of the best spots to hear everyone from.
She doesn't greet Iris right away, she's making a conscious attempt not to seem like she's keeping an eye on everything the woman does. Her attempts to resist the urge to actually keep an eye on everything Iris has been doing around the asylum are less successful but with all the insanity Arkham breeds that could be sensible caution with a newer member of staff.
Hugo is noted among the other members of staff, a man she knows more from his reputation than a personal connection but they've both worked in Gotham for a long time, long enough to at least be on a first name basis but perhaps little more than colleagues.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 30, 2012 12:01:12 GMT -5
As she watches the other members of the staff coming in, Iris can't help but internally cringe. These are the sorts of people that she works with? When did that happen? Of course, seeing them all gathering here lends a broader perspective on that subject than seeing them individually as they each go about their business. Since when is she a part of an establishment like this?
Since she decided to become a psychologist and learned that she had to jump through certain hoops before anyone would take her ideas seriously, that's when. Is it any wonder that the entire mental health profession is in such a quagmire when you have to essentially prove that you're happy with the status quo before your opinion matters? Well, not her - she can be a good little conformist psychologist until she gets her license and can then do as she pleases without having someone looking over her shoulder. So long as it doesn't kill her first, anyway.
She notes 'Professor' Hugo Strange among the attendees as a perfect example of the types of people she would rather not be working with. An old man with old ideas, bent on spreading those old ideas around as much as possible. Granted, he's one of the most respected members of the staff, but that's probably just because he's better at manipulating people's opinions of him than he is at his actual job. He probably even has himself convinced that he's good at it too. No surprise that he's taken a seat near the front where he can hopefully make people listen to him talk.
And then there's Dr. Leland, her by-the-book supervisor. Who, not surprisingly, takes a seat a few away from her. Naturally the woman wouldn't choose to sit any further away because then she couldn't spy on Iris very easily, and sitting right next to her would be a bit too blatantly obvious. To say that she's looking forward to the day when she can do her job without asking for the woman's opinion and approval would be putting it mildly.
Of course, she's not going to inform either of them about her opinion of them. Strange gets a slight smile when she notices him look in her direction before her eyes drift elsewhere - they recognize each other as colleagues, but she's never had a more extended conversation with him so that's all that's required to be polite. Mostly because she wouldn't care to, though she'd be happy to fake that if he ever decided he wanted to talk to her. Dr. Leland gets a bigger smile and a nod of recognition, but she makes no attempt to talk to her. She's guessing that the woman is aware of her opinion of her by now, though not the degree of it - she probably thinks that Iris merely doesn't enjoy having her work scrutinized.
Mostly to avoid making it easier for her supervisor to initiate a conversation, she turns her attention towards the front of the room. It's just about time for the meeting to begin, though of course if Dr. Arkham wants to show up five minutes late and claim to be on time it's unlikely that anyone would argue with that to his face. Never mind the fact that whatever this mandatory meeting is about is probably already a waste of everyone's time even without that.
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Post by hatter on Nov 9, 2012 2:58:13 GMT -5
Hugo continued sitting there. Not much had happened yet, Arkham was still not here in session, so he looked at the watch on his wrist, checking the time. Another person he vaguely remembered seeing around here, Joan Leland or something like that if he recalled correctly, had come into the room and sat down somewhere back behind him. There are certain things that he wondered, such as what this meeting would entail, and how it would influence staff conduct or bring up anything the staff had to understand in order to maintain a well working facility. Enough people were here though, that if Arkham came in, they could start shortly with what they were going to discuss.
Strange shifted slightly, and just sat there, hands clasped together. He didn't really have much to do, and he hadn't brought any files of interest with him. He was positive that he'd gain something from attending, however, so he sat there. It would be good to figure out just what the meeting was for, however, and he wasn't exactly sure of it yet.
He briefly ruminated on the fact that if he had sat closer by Ledford, he could've made some long and boring conversation with her about something interesting, such as the fact that she needed her opinions to be heard more often. He didn't know much about them though, or even what she thought of the current meaning, but they probably were very interesting. He then went off of this thought after a minute, still wondering about Jeremiah and whether or not he'd be here in a minute or so. He'd have to be here soon, probably. It just was in his character to not be late.
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Post by Jeremiah Arkham - Black Mask on Nov 11, 2012 7:27:00 GMT -5
In an ideal world or on an ideal day, Jeremiah would have been in the appointed room for the staff meeting, if not as the first one, certainly not the last and certainly early enough to maintain that he didn't and wasn't abusing his status as owner and director (forget if he was truly was or not and that opinion was different depending on who you asked). He may have had qualms about a vast majority of doctors and their almost blatant disregard of protocol, but if The Elizabeth Arkham Asylum was to proceed, they had to work together and when the situation called for it, Dr. Arkham could be anything if not personable. Arkham was still the most prestigious mental hospital and prison within the Gotham City limits and despite the occurrence of breakouts, security was top notch--they just had criminal minds that arose and were fed upon such challenges. That was the purpose for which he'd called the meeting: a discussion of how they had been doing for the year, a preparation for any changes, and an open floor to voice problems and concerns. Cooperation was key and he figured with all the bright minds that kept the cogs of the asylum turning working together, the institution could only improve vastly. The brightest in criminal depravity may have been housed there, but so did the brightest in criminal psychopathology, treatment methods, and security work there. It was time that the staff was reminded of their abilities and their purpose.
Speaking of Arkham staff, he'd been waiting for its newest member to show, which was precisely the reason he'd not gone into meeting room just yet, why he wasn't there now.
Jeremiah Arkham had been waiting on the appearance of his son so that he could introduce him as a new employee to the entire staff as a whole, but as he stared at his wrist watch, he frowned. It was almost time for the meeting to start and still Nathaniel had not shown up. He gave a sigh, brushed his sleeve back over his wrist and let it fall. He turned on his feet and began making his way towards the meeting. He was only hallways away from the break room that had been chosen for the gathering--repairs were still underway on the usual room from the damage done while the FBI had graced Gotham. He was both disappointed and worried about his son's continued absence and just where the younger man could be. He was concerned about how this would affect his staffs' views on him if his son was late, but on the other hand if there was a genuine problem or something had happened, he'd be even more ashamed for caring about his pride. All these thoughts were ousted, however, in light of thinking nothing short of plastering a friendly, professional face when the room was before him.
He entered into the room just as the digital clock on the opposite wall within switched to the numbers that signaled the beginning of the meeting. His eyes quickly took note on the staff gathered and he gave them a pleasant smile.
"I see it's time to begin. Forgive my...almost tardy arrival; I want not to waste your time." He spoke as he navigated from doorway to the front of the room where he held the floor much more stably. "First off, thank you all for coming. I'm pleased you decided that this meeting was worth your attention and I promise not to be too much of a disappointment." He glanced at the crowd gathered and then raised his hands as he decided to just begin, pleasantries now aside.
"Today marks the twentieth anniversary of my reopening of this asylum to the provision and help of Gotham's citizens. We have come a long way since then in psychological theory, therapy methods, and treatments. Yet for every advance there is a price. Despite better methods, drugs, and procedure we are still looked upon with ambivalence because of our doctor turnover rate or worse still, the institutionalization rate of these same doctors. Escapes are also an issue despite the most advanced security that the Wayne Corporation put in place for us and whose updates have been steady and prompt. For all your hard work, I thank you, but there are still issues that need addressing and I decided that we should all speak on them together. We are all concerned on these topics and thus why should we not brain storm together on their solutions?"
He gave the room an encouraging smile as he let his hands which he'd been using to gesture with throughout the beginning of what he knew would not be his last lengthy diatribe fall back to his sides casually.
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Post by Joan Leland on Nov 15, 2012 19:27:37 GMT -5
Joan has years of experience working out what's going on in the minds of others and lets not forget that she was once a young psychologist just starting out. She knows perfectly well what Iris probably thinks of her but until the supervision period is over the young doctor just has to put up with listening to the experience of her elders. As much as Dr Leland would like Iris to learn the importance of the rules and why they're there experience also tells her someone like Iris will have to make her own mistake first, Joan just has to watch carefully to make sure it isn't a horribly big mistake that'll be dangerous for her and tidy it up quickly. As far as Joan is concerned though keeping an eye on everyone is just part of the job.
Arkham's arrival catches Joan's attention with the rest of the staff, at last the meeting could begin. It was hard to believe the place was only twenty years old, for some reason it always felt older. The asylum always did have an atmosphere about it though, as if it could suck in even time and lock it away forever.
The subject of the brain storming was a familiar one, an ever lasting issue that had remained unsolved. No matter what they did the patients always seemed to find a way around it "Further training of the guards could be advantageous to ensure no corners are being cut. All the technology is wonderful but we still require people to use it properly. Of course it will only help if there is some way to reduce the turn over of staff within that area as well" The amount of new faces was certainly one major issue, whether they're killed, injured, quit or go insane the situation with the guards was unlikely to be much better than the doctors, the only advantage being they required less time to train for the position. Without experience it's difficult to learn from past mistakes. Quite how one would go about solving the problem is another matter, had Joan a solution she would have spoken up with it far sooner over the past few years.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 27, 2012 2:57:43 GMT -5
“I could agree with two of those statements.”
The voice was one that would probably be unfamiliar to the mass of Arkham Asylum’s staff, but not its owner himself. There, having just entered the doorway was a young man, who cradled a sleek, black motorcycle helmet under his right arm. Nathaniel Arkham, who despite knowing he was late, though a glance at the clock in the far side of the room told him not terrible, less than five minutes, did not seem perturbed by this nor that his person was probably unknown. He just smiled at any who had turned to regard who had just spoken and stepped further into the room.
“I agree that both security staff would do well with extensive and specialized training to recognize the sorts of tricks the wilier of the patients/inmates are capable of as well as discovering a way to reduce the turnover. Incentives, lines of communication, psychiatric support perhaps?” He spoke as he continued to enter the room and make his way through the rows of seats. He wanted to be an nice observer to the meetings that as a child he’d sneak into and observe from the corners or backs of rooms, but now he’d be able to watch as much as he’d liked and the perfect spot for that was in the center of the room where the ambience was the best and he’d hear everyone as they spoke. “But I don’t think technology is the issue. Faculity have the tools to use it, but we also house the most intelligent criminals here. They know the technology too and better yet. They know how to exploit and sneak in contraband. We’re not dealing with the average prison population. It’s patients that are not only highly intelligent, but impulsive and ruthless.” It was only after this that finally managed to make into the center of the room where a seat was free near Iris. He smiled at her politely.
“May I sit here?” He asked.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 28, 2012 15:39:01 GMT -5
Ah, so finally their esteemed director decides to arrive. On time to the very second - how cute. And as the man begins to talk, Iris carefully shifts her gaze forward and shifts her face into one of quiet attention. Which takes a bit of concentration, as there are several parts of the man's ramblings that make her want to burst out laughing. The asylum has come a long way? From what, the dark ages? And asking the rest of the staff for their thoughts is pointless - he'll only listen to people who parrot back things he wants to hear. And for the most part, they will. Now she wishes that she'd sat in the back - this meeting will be completely useless...
Case in point: the words of her supervisor. The asylum's psychiatrists and psychologists always blame the guards, orderlies, and other lower level workers. Who always claim that they're doing their best at what is definitely an unpleasant job. Well, she's definitely not going to be adding her own thoughts to this discussion. There wouldn't be much of a point to that. But keeping her mouth shut to avoid saying words that will only be ignored is practically a hobby of hers.
She's probably one of many who glance up when a new voice enters the discussion. She doesn't recognize the young man coming in, but that's not completely surprising by itself - she knows the vast majority of the staff members on sight by now, but there's always the few who are newer and lower on the proverbial totem pole (similar to herself, actually) who simply aren't as visible as many of the others. And what the man says is at least marginally more interesting - at least acknowledging where the real problem lies: it isn't the equipment and people keeping their patients in that are the real problem, but exactly who they are trying to keep in.
Seeing that he's headed for the empty seat next to her, Iris smiles and answers his question with, "Of course." Keeping her voice down so as not to disturb the rest of the meeting, she adds, "I don't believe we've met - I'm Dr. Iris Ledford." Then, deciding to feel him out if only because he's young and less likely to be as stagnantly embedded in the prevailing mindset, she asks, "Here to help us solve the problem of patient escapes once and for all?" How he responds to that could easily tell her an awful lot about him.
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Post by hatter on Jan 7, 2013 1:20:15 GMT -5
"We should not lose face in the public eye, so a possible step would be to gain support with new slogans and advertisements that call out how invested we are in the support of patients and by extension Gotham and its citizens. Though it is a much lesser goal than that of providing concrete support, it is one that may prove to be necessary."
Professor Strange had taken in the words of Arkham and then the others when theirs came, and then he'd thought on the subjects that the former had presented. Doctors had become patients, a very disturbing development to say the least, and patient escapes continued to provide a source of frustration. The reputation of the facility itself was at stake because of these concerns and they needed ways to deal with them before business here became messy. Strange didn't have much to add that Nathaniel hadn't, and he didn't know much about Nathaniel yet other than that he was Arkham's son. So he'd spoken of possible public advertising campaign focus that would perhaps benefit the image of the facility. Now he'd go onto the other issues.
Strange crossed a leg over the other and pressed his hands together by the tips of his fingers, calmly assessing the problems and their possible solutions. He decided he'd enter the discussion himself, with some of his own opinions and ideas about the subjects. They hadn't gone into detail on the matter of the doctors themselves getting locked up in here, and that was something he'd have to take care of.
"And yes, training is a given. But that doesn't help the doctors who lose their livelihoods as they are welcomed into the cells of this facility. I don't mean to say it's inevitable that they will, I am remarking that we need a means of keeping ourselves in check. Stress is an issue, and when we are stressed it becomes easier for the more intelligent patients to utilize their manipulative strategies and direct their energies into using us as the proxies for their disruptive behavior," Strange began speaking, as he put forward his own lengthy thoughts on the subject,"and we cannot blame the guards either, for they're only human. Some of our patients are theoretically super-human. I would put money into reworking cell design for some of these particular subjects so as to contain them better, and with say the backing of Wayne Enterprises or a similar high level company willing to provide charity that could be taken care of."
Strange looked at Arkham, who had come slightly late and had a pleasant manner about him. It seemed to be uneasy though in light of his words, but that wouldn't be hard to avoid. Working here was a difficult job for anyone, and being the administrator was another, much more difficult story.
"As I should, care for the well-being of staff here should be taken into close consideration. One more thing: what is the ratio of doctors that have been committed here or fired, as opposed to doctors that have stayed on and held successful careers having helped our patients to grow? Is the focus only on the bad because it is newsworthy, or are we properly weighing out our problems? "
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Post by Jeremiah Arkham - Black Mask on Feb 5, 2013 23:45:41 GMT -5
Jeremiah had all the intention to respond to Joan’s contributions, filing away what he thought would be important, but any thought of immediate response was ousted when Nathaniel walked in. He pursed his dry lips and crossed his arms. Only two words left his lips.
“You’re late,” he said tersely.
He walked up to the beginning of the sea of chairs and watched as his son made his way through them, though he listened to his voiced ideas as well, which expounded on Joan’s as well as criticized them. He shifted his gaze for only a moment next to listen to Hugo, but then his eyes were back on his son.
“Don’t sit,” he told him before he turned to Hugo. “Make that decision for yourself. The ratio of doctor’s going insane? One in six. Four in ten quit and one out of every twenty are fired. That would be doctors mind you and that’s not accounting for the number of guards, of which their ratios in favor of therapy, hospitalization, and rate of insanity is much higher. The number of them being fired? While lower than the other ratios it’s higher than that of doctors. While it is true that most doctor stay on, I would blanch to think their experiences here all rewarding. It is a highly stressful job and I would like to think I’m giving the problem only the due attention to it.” He gave a simple gesture and then pointed to Nathaniel. “I’ll continue responding shortly. First, however; speaking on employees, I’d like to introduce everyone to our newest. This is my son, Nathaniel. He’ll be joining amongst you as a licensed therapist for our less dangerous patients and out-patients. If you wish you can acquaint yourself with him after this meeting.”
Jeremiah stepped back to where he’d been standing and after a moment found where he’d left off. “While I do agree with Dr. Leland, since their last introduction, times have not only changed so too has our patient population. I believe the guards could benefit from retraining, but it is true that we house some of the most intelligent and cunning criminals. Some of our population are not eligible for Blackgate simply because their previous rate of escape was so high. I believe that the staff needs support as well as, yes, Hugo…I think redesigning cells would be a step in the right direction as is asking for financial backing from such companies as Wayne Enterprises.” Jeremiah smiled and nodded. “I want my uncle’s legacy to have a good name, not spoken of as horribly as it is.”
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Post by Joan Leland on Feb 8, 2013 14:30:47 GMT -5
Joan largely blames the turn over of staff really. By the time you might have someone with enough experience to compete with the worst patients they've usually either gone insane, died or sensible quit while they could.
The new arrival is a curiosity, especially as Jeremiah introduces the young man but Joan isn't too willing to veer off topic, there'll be time for that after the meeting perhaps and never has been one for treating some people more special than others. He gets a polite nod before she addresses his contribution to the discussion "Technology is certainly a tool here, I'm not making it out to be the answer to all our prays but my point is if we do not have the people who know how to use it to the best of it's ability or begin to take short cuts then that's one more advantage the patients looking for escape will have over us"
Her gaze shifts smoothly onto Hugo as she carries on "I also believe a more effective guards section would come under the issue of caring for the well-being of staff. I don't say the guards are to blame but instead the situation we are in, this sort of thing is practically expected and well within human nature due to the difficult nature of the job. More specialised containment for the more..." what was a nice way to put it "Unusual patients would certainly be worth investigating but in some cases we are still running on guesswork as to the limits of what they can do, a lot of refinement will be required as time goes on"
A short pause for thought again and she glances back to Jeremiah "Short of employing a trustworthy escape artist to find all the problems it seems as though we will forever be trying to plug up the holes these people are finding in the hope that eventually they will run out of things to try. It's important to remember everything they've already tried if we're going to make any changes to the system"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2013 22:18:17 GMT -5
Nathaniel didn’t respond to his father’s comment about his tardiness. He was aware he was late and any apology or save of face could be done afterwards. He was more focused on simply taking a seat and listening to the meeting, feeling out whether to respond next or not. He offered a cordial smile to Iris, as she gave him the permission to take a seat, but once it was decided he was to be standing longer, he offered no protest and nodded to the room. Then he took his seat.
“Looks like I need no further introduction,” he said to Iris, “but nice to meet you.” He smiled at her question, but it went unanswered when his father continued speaking and then Dr. Leland offered her responses. He leaned forward, though first he spoke softly to Iris with a smile, “Patient escape is impossible to fix, but lowering the numbers and making Arkham safer? I’ll certainly try…if they’ll listen instead of rebutting what I just said.”
He couldn’t help but be amused that she’d asked him that. Obviously she’d been around long enough to know how elitist these men and women could be. And what was more, she obviously also didn’t agree with them. Wasn’t that refreshing.
“I thought we had classes for that, interest meetings to inform staff and guards how to use the technology. Is turnover rate the reason so little are versed in its use?” Or did people not pay attention? He kept that comment to himself, however.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 26, 2013 1:16:47 GMT -5
Iris is only giving the meeting a part of her attention at the moment. She already knows that the results of all this talking will prove to be minimal, if anything happens at all. Nothing anyone's saying is really new - the list of problems faced by the facility since the themed costume set started appearing has probably remained largely unchanged, as has the methods that have been used to try to fix them. She believes it was Einstein who defined insanity as trying the same thing over and over again but expecting different results. Smart man, Einstein.
Of course, she has some ideas that would be truly different. But she's not going to offer them up here - to do so would be giving her pearls to swine. To put them into action they would have to change their perspective on the problem, and she doubts that they'd actually do so. She'd rather sit here and listen to them ramble on about guards and technology than to have her own ideas set aside as impractical.
She raises an eyebrow as the new guy is introduced as Dr. Arkham's son. Her eyes flicker between father and son - well, she supposes she can see the resemblance, but it's amazing how some of the same features can look so much different on someone else's face. Then again, perhaps it's simply because she's had more of an opportunity to observe Dr. Arkham and already has him pegged as being among the one in six - assuming any of those numbers are actually accurate. She has her doubts about her supervisor as well.
As for the young man now sitting next to her, however - too soon to tell. And she knows better to assume anything about him based on his father - some apples fall pretty far from the tree. And while there's genetic inheritance to consider, often in a family member those sorts of things manifest as the other side of the same coin. She gives him a somewhat sympathetic smile as she murmurs back, "Well, you're new, so the odds are against you, but you can hope." Then again, the old man seems to have already made it sound as if retraining the guards would be nice but inadequate.
Still not having anything to add to the meeting at large, her eyes grow slightly amused as Nate asks about classes and such on using the newer security technology. Keeping her voice down, she asks, "Oh, you mean paid nap time? Everyone loves paid nap time!" She then lets her eyes shift to look behind her to one of the back corners of the room. To their credit, she doesn't see anyone actually sleeping, but a few of the older staff members who obviously aren't that interested in the topic are looking decidedly 'droopy'.
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Post by Jeremiah Arkham - Black Mask on Mar 16, 2013 5:25:44 GMT -5
Jeremiah’s lips twitched into a grin as Joan reached the end of her next suggestions. Specialized containment cells, eh? Oh, the rest of her arguments in his mind had been common, always brought up. Training the guards, which was successful, but they always seemed to leave with the idea that they were fully prepared. Prepared to face a prisoner population whose tactics were always in flux. These weren’t your average rapists and convicts. This wasn’t death row.
This wasn’t Blackgate. This was Arkham Asylum, home to the best, the brightest, and to most the sickest that Gotham’s putrid air could churn out. Nothing would ever prepare the guards for the patients that could worm their ways into their minds. Perhaps he didn’t give them enough incentive. It was as if health and sanity weren’t big enough. Certainly it irritated him, but didn’t it also just make things easier for him? Hadn’t they made things easy for Crane? The blind eyes cast, the patients that went missing. Never so many as to arouse abject suspicion. It was Arkham. They had probably escaped or maybe they’d found Jonathan’s hidey hole. Thirteen patients missing, and not a shred of them evidenced. Many thought Jeremiah knew where they were. He didn’t and he didn’t expect Jonathan to ever tell him. It would do him no good to hide them anymore, but Jonathan always believed he knew everything.
Yet Jeremiah was getting sidetracked wasn’t he? He faced Leland and nodded. “Thank you, Joan. That is actually the next project underway: specialized containment for our patients who need it. Like Dr. Fries for example. His cell ‘works,’ but it is high time that he receives a place that will benefit him and his suit is not needed. We’re not here to cause undue stress on the patients after all, no matter who they are or what they have done. Financial funding is being spoken of between two sources: Gotham’s Wayne Industries and Metropolis’s LexCorps. Why Mr. Luthor has any interest in our place from his perch in our sister city, I have yet to probe, but the negotiations are underway, I assure you.”
Jeremiah cast an eye on Nathaniel and Iris who were speaking amongst themselves, but he offered no interruption to that. It wasn’t particularly loud in the room. Perhaps he gave him a suspicious, disdainful glance at such lack of attention, but he continued on. “And as for the escapes, I’m afraid they will indeed find a way to always undermine us. The focus will be to make it harder and not only must technology be utilized but our staff. That’s, however, a stipulation we’ve already spoken about. And as much as I wish merely teaching was the answer…it appears the incentives or application suffer. It may be time to do away with the education method and instead hire those already specialized in these systems as current security staff at the least far too often refuse to learn the new systems.”
Though who could doubt them. Arkham had to always be improving: it’s infrastructure changing at the investigation of every escape.
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