Counselor's Office - Cadet Fitzgerald's Check-In

Posted March 27, 2020, 8:33 p.m. by Lieutenant Commander Janusz Korczak (Counselor) (James Sinclair)

Posted by Cadet Miles Fitzgerald (Engineer) in Counselor’s Office - Cadet Fitzgerald’s Check-In

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Janusz Korczak (Counselor) in Counselor’s Office - Cadet Fitzgerald’s Check-In

Posted by Cadet Miles Fitzgerald (Engineer) in Counselor’s Office - Cadet Fitzgerald’s Check-In

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Janusz Korczak (Counselor) in Counselor’s Office - Cadet Fitzgerald’s Check-In

Posted by Cadet Miles Fitzgerald (Engineer) in Counselor’s Office - Cadet Fitzgerald’s Check-In
The young cadet stepped off the turbolift, running his hand through his hair. He didn’t care for all of the formality that came with being in starfleet. He’d rather just do his work and speak as little as possible, but it was a small price to pay to make his life easier. He’d seen cadets who neglected to play the game and they didn’t make it very far. A lot of them never made it through the academy.

Cadet Fitzgerald entered the counselor’s office to receive the final stamp of approval to begin really serving star fleet. He took a deep breath, hoping it would go well. He had been called neurotic in the past and he didn’t want it to be impact the staff’s perception of him. He straightened his back and addressed the counselor in the way he had been accustomed to in the past. “Cadet Fitzgerald reporting in.”

As soon as he was given the option, he took a seat across from the officer and answered each of their questions, patiently waiting for the process to be over so he could go back to working on the ship.

Cadet Miles Fitzgerald (Engineering)

OOC: Hello and welcome! Happy to have you with us. Wanted to take a second and give you a few pointers so that your posting goes smoothly. First, try not to rush past what the other people in the thread might do. Ot takes some practice, so dont sweat it here. For example: Instead of having your character walk right in, sit, and start answering questions; give the other thread participants the chance to help set the scene. This is especially important when going into a Department Head’s or Command Staff office. I’d suggest just ringing the chime and giving them the chance to describe where you are when the doors open. Second, when your character speaks its always important to give others the chance to have their character speak in return. ESPECIALLY true when talking with GM’s. Just something to keep in mind.

I’m going to copy your post and insert some responses in it below. That may give you an example of the give and take nature of the vast majority of our posts. Let me know what you think!

James

IC:
The young cadet stepped off the turbolift, running his hand through his hair. He didn’t care for all of the formality that came with being in starfleet. He’d rather just do his work and speak as little as possible, but it was a small price to pay to make his life easier. He’d seen cadets who neglected to play the game and they didn’t make it very far. A lot of them never made it through the academy.

As the chime at the door rang, the doors to the office slid open silently. 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

Cadet Fitzgerald entered the counselor’s office to receive the final stamp of approval to begin really serving star fleet. He took a deep breath, hoping it would go well. He had been called neurotic in the past and he didn’t want it to be impact the staff’s perception of him. He straightened his back and addressed the counselor in the way he had been accustomed to in the past. “Cadet Fitzgerald reporting in.”

As soon as he was given the option, he took a seat across from the officer and answered each of their questions, patiently waiting for the process to be over so he could go back to working on the ship.

Cadet Miles Fitzgerald (Engineering)

Korczak listened to rushed introduction and short, curt answers to the standard briefing questions. Finally, he paused and said “I get the sense you dont really want to be here, Cadet. Why is that?”

Korczak, CNS

OOC: Thanks a lot for the tips, I’m definitely going to be incorporating them into my posts!

IC:
The cadet sat uncomfortably across from the counselor. He inspected the man, particularly his glasses as they were far and in between in the ranks of Star fleet. The next he noticed was the accent. It was strange and new to the cadet despite the fact that he had become accustomed with many different accents during his training.

The cadet tried to answer the questions politely and efficiently but it had seemed that he was not as good at concealing his distaste in the process as he had thought. The counselor asked him the reason for this and Miles Fitzgerald froze. He couldn’t think of a safe answer besides blatant lying. “I apologize sir. Permission to speak freely?”

Cadet Miles Fitzgerald (Engineering)

Korczak smiled slightly and said “In this office, Cadet, you don’t have to ask that question. I would not want to speak in any other way.”

Korczak, CNS

Fitzgerald nodded his head slightly. “Thank you sir.” The cadet took in a deep breath, drawing the courage to say what he wanted to.

“By the time I was 12 I knew how to take a car apart and put it back together again but at almost twice that age I’m nervous to communicate with other people. And I have to try and pretend that I’m not and that everything between “hello” and “goodbye” come easy to me when they don’t. And on top of all that Starfleet has to add all these extra mandatory layers to every interaction.” He looked nervously at the counselor.
“Don’t get me wrong, I respect the system and I would never be insubordinate, but in a perfect world I would do my work and just send written status reports to whom they concern. But I also know that if I go around like that I’ll never be recognized, never be promoted. So as much as I hate it, I play the game, because I want to make a real difference.”
Fitzgerald took and exasperated breath as he finished, realizing that he had been forgetting to breath as he had spoken.

Cadet Miles Fitzgerald (Engineering)

Korczak let the Cadet speak and didn’t move or make any indication of judgement or dismissal. When Miles finished, Korczak remained silent for a few moments to make sure he was done and then took a breath. “I appreciate your candor, Cadet. I know very well that discussing such matters is difficult. If you will indulge me a moment, I think I may be able to help.” and he stood up and went to the low shelves behind his desk. Opening a sliding panel, he pulled out a PaDD, an older model, but well-maintained. He returned and activated the device and a small smile crossed his face as the first image appeared. He then handed the PaDD to Miles.

The device contained hundreds of images. Many seemed to feature buildings most often associated with institutes of higher learning, and the vast majority had a younger Korczak in them.

“I graduated from my preliminary schooling at the age of twelve. University at seventeen. I was awarded a Rhodes Scholarship and went to Oxford. By the time I was done with university learning, I was twenty four with a Masters degree, an MD in neurology and a PhD in psychology and xeno-psychology. So you see, I too know what it is like to look at my peers and think ‘Oh why can’t I just do my work and let them do theirs?’ And I know what it is like to know that I could do more if I was only allowed to do my own thing.” and he chuckled. “It wasn’t until I joined Star Fleet that I realized something important.” and he leaned forward. “No matter how much I wanted to be on my own… we could not have accomplished any of this if we all just worked on our own. It is only by being a part of a team that the truly great things happen. And you, Cadet, are so very fortunate to be a part of the greatest team ever put together.” and he leaned back and smiled. “You are not required to make friends. You are not required to make small talk. But not doing those things will lessen what you can accomplish in the long run.” and he paused a moment.

“You call it a ‘game’. That may be true. But as in any game, unless you commit yourself to it fully, you lessen your odds of winning. And I think that losing is not something you look forward to.”

Korczak, CNS


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