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Office: Counselor - Cadet Whitfield, checking in

Posted March 26, 2021, 11:38 a.m. by Lieutenant Commander Vanessa Lofton (Counselor) (Nathan Miller)

Posted by Cadet Olive Elijah Whitfield (Engineer) in Office: Counselor - Cadet Whitfield, checking in

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Vanessa Lofton (Counselor) in Office: Counselor - Cadet Whitfield, checking in

Posted by Cadet Olive Elijah Whitfield (Engineer) in Office: Counselor - Cadet Whitfield, checking in
Whitfield moved towards the Counselor’s Office quietly, her hands by her sides as she stuck near the walls, out of the way. She wasn’t quite sure what to feel about her last check-in but it definitely wasn’t going to be something that she’d let distract her. At the moment, all she wanted to do was to get to work. And maybe take a quick break from all the running around she’d been doing today.

She felt that maybe she should’ve been worried or even afraid to visit the Counselor, but at this point, she was close enough to working to not worry about it. Besides, the last two check-ins hadn’t gone so bad, which definitely contributed to some of what little confidence Whitfield had left in reserves. She approached the office and buzzed the door, simply waiting by the door and waiting for approval before entering.

-Cadet Olive Whitfield, Engineer

“Come in!” sounded through the door panel, and the door slid apart. Vanessa was walking around the small desk on the right side of the room and approached Olive, hand extended. She was human, with pale skin and dark hair piled into a bun at the back of her head, and currently wore a large smile.

“You must be Olive,” she said as they shook hands. “I’m Lieutenant Commander Lofton, the ship’s counselor. But please, in here, call me Vanessa.” She gestured Olive toward the sitting area, filled with a large L-shaped sofa, upholstered in blue and set against a darker blue wall. Hung above the sofa was a painting, giving the room a splash of color - a human couple dancing on a wet beach, he in a tuxedo and she barefoot in a red evening gown, as a butler and maid stood nearby clutching umbrellas against an invisible wind. A matching red vase, filled with white daisies, sat on a side table at one end of the couch.

“Would you like something to drink?” she offered.

OOC: Hi Charles! In the counselor thread we’ll try to find out more about your character, help deal with motivations and desires, and maybe some things to add to the great bio you’ve got started. I can’t wait to write with!

Lt. Cmdr. Lofton - CNS

OOC: Hi! I hope I can do this well enough to keep up. I’m not entirely certain in terms of what I’m doing with my character, but I’m also looking forward to writing here nonetheless!

IC: It was almost strange to Whitfield, hearing herself called by her first name. Of course, she had some friends from the Academy, but she always seemed to be too absorbed in her work to really do much and before she knew it, she was here, on the Challenger. Though surprised, her expression of nerves turned to a more cheerful one, nodding quickly in agreement. She couldn’t really explain it, but it was nice to hear.

“No, thank you,” she said as she seated herself, slightly enamoured by the room surrounding. The counselor’s office was definitely nicer than she was expecting - though, of course, she’d never had an eye for decoration. Her eyes drifted slowly across each part, first examining the walls, then the painting and then finally, the vase of flowers. There was a certain coherency to it that piqued her interest. It was pleasant.

“Actually… if it’s okay, could I have some tea?” She spoke with her smile once again drifting to what seemed to be a resting nervousness, something which she hoped she’d either get used to or grow out of soon. Unfortunately, neither seemed very likely at the moment. Instead, she’d hoped that maybe having something to occupy her hands might distract her a little, just as doing work usually does for her.

She sat quietly, unsure of exactly how this meeting would go. There was little else to feel besides nerves, but the nice features of the room and the initial kindness of the counselor definitely helped calm her, if only slightly.

-Cadet Olive Whitfield, Engineer

The counselor nodded and turned to the food slot. “One tea, and one hot chocolate.” She returned to the couch once the whine of the machine had ended, handing the cup and saucer to Olive and sat, sipping her cocoa.

“This is a very informal session,” she began. “It’s mostly for me to get to know you, and how we can help you become the best Starfleet officer you can be. So we’ll start easy - what do you like to do for fun?”

Lt. Cmdr. Lofton - CNS


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