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CNS Office - Cadet Douglas Checking in for Psych Evaluation

Posted March 24, 2020, 11:23 p.m. by Lieutenant Commander Janusz Korczak (Counselor) (James Sinclair)

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Posted by Lieutenant Commander Janusz Korczak (Counselor) in CNS Office - Cadet Douglas Checking in for Psych Evaluation

Posted by Cadet James Hilton Douglas (Scientist) in CNS Office - Cadet Douglas Checking in for Psych Evaluation
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James was hesitant at first to go to the Counselor’s after remembering his academy years. He knew that his file would be checked and it could be all over if he says the wrong thing. He paced back and forth in front of the office and every time someone walked by he would just act casual, this continued for roughly 3 minutes before he got the the courage and chimed the door. He was thinking of running before the door opened, but he just wanted to get through this.

Once he chimed the door he stood composed with his hands behind his back trying to look calm although he was not the person in his file.

(Cadet. Douglas. Science)

A bubbly blonde cadet in the teal of medical perked up as the cadet entered the counselor’s office. “Hi there! Commander Korczak is with another patient right now, but feel free to make yourself comfortable as you wait. I’m Cadet Bubbles, welcome to the Challenger!”

Cadet Bubbles

Douglas slightly relieved walked in and sat in the nearest chair, and looked around for a replicator.

(Cadet. Douglas. Science)

Bubbles grinned as Douglas made himself comfortable. “Can I get you something to drink while you wait?” she asked.

Cadet Bubbles

Douglas spoke calmly “Yes please, Irn Bru 10 degrees Celsius, 1901 variant.”

(Cadet. Douglas. Science)

At that time, the doors slid open and an unremarkable man stepped through. Dressed in the teal uniform of the Science and Medical sections, he had Lieutenant Commander pips on his collar. Motioning wordlessly, he indicated the cadet should follow him in and he stepped back through the door.

Douglas stood and followed the Lieutenant Commander through.

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. “If you would like a drink before we start, you are welcome to the replicator as well.”

Korczak, CNS

Douglas, famished at this point stepped towards the replicator. “Thanks,” pressed the replicator facing it. “Irn Bru, 1901 original, 250 millilitres.”

Douglas looking so nervous his fake smile was drowned out by the lack of colour in his face as he hesitantly sat the bright orange drink on the table. Douglas took several seconds to register what is going on and after 30 seconds or so he sat in the chair pressing his lips so hard they were about to bleed. “My file my be… not up to par.”

(Cadet. Douglas. Science)

Korczak looked at the Cadet and cocked his head slightly to the side. “Really? What would lead you to say that, Cadet?” he asked in a friendly manner before taking a seat. Unlike other Counselors, he had no note taking materials or recording devices. He simply sat and listened.

Korczak, CNS

“I,” Douglas took his drink and took a small sip. “I wasn’t exactly the best behaved student at the academy, I was recommended for psychiatric observation… twice” Douglas sighed in defeat. “That was years ago.” Douglas placed his head between his left thumb and index finger. “I’m not sure if I can handle working with people, I’m bad with manners and formality. I like being efficient and I’ve angered every teacher I had even my cello tutor, I don’t know how I did that.” He raised his head. “I’m just not sure.”

(Cadet. Douglas. Science)

Korczak asked, in a tone that conveyed no sense of judgement or condemnation, “What is it about working with others that you find the most difficult, Cadet?”

Korczak, CNS

Douglas squinted his eyes trying to think of what to say, not because he is lacking in the reasons, to many to state. “I don’t refrain to tell people to shut it when I… well when I think I have to.

(Cadet. Douglas. Science)

Korczak chuckled slightly. “I can see why you would think you have difficulties then.” he replied in a warm and friendly fashion. “So let me ask you this, Cadet. When you find it necessary to tell people to… well… shut it… how do you do so? Politely? Confrontational? Are you trying to impart information… or are you trying to show them how smart you are?” There was no judgement in his voice, no criticism. Just questions from a plain man.

Korczak, CNS


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