Posted March 23, 2020, 12:56 p.m. by Lieutenant Commander Janusz Korczak (Counselor) (James Sinclair)
Posted by Cadet Albert Schweitzer (Doctor) in Counselor’s Office–Cadet Schweitzer reporting for Evaluation
Cadet Schweitzer approached the Counselor’s office cautiously. As much as he saw the medical necessity and desirability of the psychological evaluation process, he worried that he would over-share. Schweitzer tended to babble a bit when nervous, and he certainly was nervous. This posting was the next step on a lifetime journey for him, one that felt nearly predestined by his heritage and his famous ancestor and namesake. He did not want a stray nervous comment to impede his progress.Also, Commander Korczak’s reputation for thoroughness preceded him. He did previously work for Starfleet Security, after all.
Schweitzer took a deep breath and pushed the chime.
OOC: Hwllo and welcome aboard. Quick note for you. Dont forget to sign off on your posts. It helps others know when your done, and it breaks up the thread so you can differentiate the different speakers.
IC: The doors slid open and the office on the other side of the door was unlike any area in the rest of the ship. It was lit in a more subdued manner than the rest of the ship, with the light coming from wall lamps rather than the typical overhead lighting. Multiple bookcases with glass enclosed shelves lined one wall, filled with copies and originals of many texts on many different subjects, and a quick glance would show multiple languages as well. The desk was set at an angle against the opposite wall to the door in the corner, allowing for a large open space in the middle. Here there was a couch and a few chairs, one of which sat in front of and facing away from the desk. Pictures hung on the walls, some were even old photographs. Each depicted either places, individuals, or groups of people, and many were in black and white.
The Counselor was wholly plain looking; in fact so nondescript that he almost blended in with the office. His voice, on the other hand, was distinctive. “Please, Cadet. Do come in. I am Lieutenant Commander Korczak, the ship’s Counselor. Have a seat.” and he indicated the siting area before the desk. The man had a most unusual accent, as if two wholly unrelated accents were vying for control. Even with that, his speech was clear and articulate; with crisp pronunciation and diction. The only other noticeable fact of the man were the glasses perched on his nose… actual glasses.
Korczak took a seat in the seating area and pushed said glasses up his nose a bit higher. “To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit, Cadet?”
Korczak, CNS
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