Posted July 19, 2022, 9:02 a.m. by Gamemaster Alias Smith N. Jones, Esq. (Gamemaster) (James Sinclair)
Posted by Lieutenant Patrick ‘Paddy’ McMillan (CNS) in This Should Be Fun.... (Tag Pikelsimer)
Posted by Civilian Micah Pikelsimer (Federation Security Agent) in This Should Be Fun.... (Tag Pikelsimer)
Posted by Lieutenant Patrick ‘Paddy’ McMillan (CNS) in This Should Be Fun.... (Tag Pikelsimer)
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Paddy was not looking forward to this counselling session… With the mission going the way it was, and the deflective nature Agent Pikelsimer had shown to the entire crew of the Asimov thus far meant that McMillan wasn’t completely sure of how successful this counselling session was going to be. Nonetheless, since he began his training at Starfleet Academy following his father’s assimilaton, he knew from experience that not every counselling job was so straight foward. All part of the service you provide Paddy m’boy, the young Irishman thought to himself with a sigh as he tapped his combadge, “=^= McMillan to Agent Pikelsimer, would you care to join me in my office? =^=”-Lieutenant Patrick McMillan: Counsellor-
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-Kieron-
It was less than two minutes later that the door opened and Pikelsimer stood in the doorway.
He was not happy.
“So tell me, Doc… what part ‘a head-shrinker school did they teach you to belittle and mock people for their concerns in front of their peers, huh? And after you answer me that, you can give me a reason not to punch you in your Blarney Stone kisser.” He leaned against the door frame, refusing to let it close, and crossed his arms across his chest.
Pikelsimer
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“I wasn’t aware that I was belittling or mocking you, but feel free to take a seat and we can discuss your issue with me further.” Paddy kept a cool head through much of his opening salvo, not wanting to give the Agent the satisfaction of losing his temper.
-Lieutenant Patrick McMillan: Counselor-
Pikelsimer didn’t budge and his glare hardened even more. “You really are fu<&ing oblivious, aren’t ya Doc?” and he stepped into the room and rhe door slid closed finally.
“I’m talking about Commander Calloway, you pig-brained moron!” Micah yelled. “She was standing there on the verge of a stroke but trying to remain stoic and still express her concerns, and you… YOU of all people on this tub decided to say ‘I get the feeling you are enjoying yourself’?!?!” Micah moved to the desk and slammed a flesh fist and a metal fist down onto the Counselor’s desk and leaned over it so their faces were close to one another. “So tell me, Doc…” Pikelsimer growled at the Lieutenant, “… are you dumb, unobservant, or just inept? Because I really need to know what kinda liability you’re gonna be in this whole thing.”
Pikelsimer, FedSec
Paddy’s fists clenched but he managed to slow his breathing and let his hands rest at his sides, ‘Not that it’s any of your business, but if I’m so ‘pig brained, then why the hell would I still be having regular meetings with Commander Calloway to ensure that she’s in the right state of mind for this mission, last time I checked, the counselling qualification was on the wall in my quarters, not yours.’
-Lieutenant Patrick McMillan: Counsellor-
Micah glared hard at the man and said through gritted teeth “The may I suggest that you start using that qualification, you bloated bag ‘a hot air, rather than worrying so much about how ‘cool’ you look to everyone and do. Your. Job.? Because the last time I checked, the responsibility for this mission was hanging around my neck, not fu<%ing yours.” and he stood up and crossed his arms on his chest. “And don’t test me, boy. I have zero reservations about chucking you out an airlock if you are gonna be this damn dense going forward. You got me?”
Pikelsimer, FedSec
Paddy had had to deal with confrontation like this before, “My job is always my first priorty, it strikes me that yours is pissing everyone off before you leave a ship, but I’m the dense one, perhaps you’d like to schedule further meetings with me so we can really hash out this problem together?”
-Lieutenant Patrick McMillan: Counselor-
“GET IT THROUGH YOUR THICK HEAD!” Micah yelled. “This isn’t a Star Fleet ship anymore, you daft bastard! Your role here isnt trying to make people happy! You need to be getting people to accept that the very core of their lives have changed… for real! We aren’t f!<×ing playing here! This crew is gonna do a whole lotta shit they will never be able to forget, and it ain’t gonna be stuff they will want to remember! So this ‘Why don’t we schedule an appointment to talk about the past bulls%!+ has gotta stop! You are supposed to be the one who knows how to help people accept things they don’t wanna. And here you have a shot at doing that in advance, and you are more concerned about talking about s#!t that has NOTHING to do with the here and now… or just pissing people off for no f÷<×ing reason! Pull your f-ing head out, McMillan… before you make yourself a bigger problem than I’ll accept. Got it?!”
Pikelsimer, FedSec
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