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Side sim - Tom Little check-in, Chapter Counselor(s)

Posted Sept. 28, 2022, 9:20 p.m. by Ensign Tom Little (Engineer) (Tom L)

Posted by Lieutenant Laural Corynn Witley, Ph.D., M.D. (Counselor) in Side sim - Tom Little check-in, Chapter Counselor(s)

Posted by Ensign Tom Little (Engineer) in Side sim - Tom Little check-in, Chapter Counselor(s)

Posted by Lieutenant Laural Corynn Witley, Ph.D., M.D. (Counselor) in Side sim - Tom Little check-in, Chapter Counselor(s)
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The last portion of the check-in was the mental health stuff. The previous ship took Tom a little more than expected to find its location. The turbo free-fall to the lower deck of this ship, deck 33, where things were unusual to him, again.

“So there’re 2 places here, the office and a center?” He questioned his ‘sensors’ between his ‘intakes’. Since this was his first day here, he went to the latter. Perhaps he thought about taking an appointment first. After all, as long as he could walk and talk, there was nothing particularly to worry about. The counselor he had on the Academy ship was a competent one who was impressive. Her office was not only lovely decorated but also the questions she asked were straight-arrowed to his origin of continuing the service, which made him wonder what kind of stuff he would be facing here.

So far, he was ‘impressed, by the security level of the ship in general. And the extended muscles that were potentially amphibious capable. It was a while since the last time he saw them. Some of the plebes were ‘lucky’ to be instructed from them during the field training, which made him miss the Australia time a little bit.

He walked to the center’s door and pushed a circle-shaped object.

Ens Little, Eng

The Center, as expected, had a couple of seats for the waiting crews. Here was structured simply like any place on the ship. An NJO at the counter spotted the Ensign and said, “Hi, can I help you?”

“Yes, I want to make an appointment. It’s onboard counseling check.”

“Your rank, name, and department?”

“Ensign Tom Little, Engineering.”

“Hold on… I’m afraid right now we don’t have a spot available. Perhaps you can wait and sit over there?”

“I’m afraid I can’t. I need to settle down my quarters and prepare for tomorrow’s schedule. But why, is the Counselor not available?”

“Well, Ensign. It’s 1,000 vs. one. We are always understaffed. But If you don’t mind, you can use the hologram.”

“Hologram?” Tom was puzzled by what he just heard.

“Here.” The NJO handed him a chip, “This doesn’t count as an official check. But it’s better than nothing right? If a spot becomes available, I’ll let you know. What do you say?”

“Can I save the progress?”

“Oh, hold on…” The NJO took back the chip and replicated another one. “Here, take it. But return it here when you’re done. There’s a holo deck on the upper.” The NJO pointed to the ceiling, “Before you go, remember the Rules of Time Travel?”

“I see… well, or I’ll ROTTen.” He smirked and thanked the NJO. He used the nearest turbo and went to Holosuite 7. He then opened the hatch and chipped it into the port. He had no idea what was up there waiting for him. “Voice recognition check, emergency exit check, loading, begin program Lima Hotel Quebec Delta 215446.”

Ens Little, Eng

Laural cleared her throat loudly as she entered the waiting area, her expression polite, but one eye somehow laser focused on the NJO while the other was now focused on Tom Little. “Hello, Ensign Little. I’m afraid my colleague has mistaken my trip to the restroom as me absconding for the day. I am indeed available and would be happy to see you. We’ll straighten out the misunderstanding later,” she added, her tone making it clear the NJO was not going to like that conversation.

~Dr. Laural Witley, Chief Counselor

The scene suddenly turned to the face of the Ensign in the waiting area. An imaginary babble erupted as he slowly opened his eyes. He checked a clock. He was in “sleep mode” for 0130 hours. The dream he had was quite realistic. Then he found an officer staring at him. He stood and said, “You must be the Counselor.”

Ens Little, Eng

“I am,” Witley replied with a smile, “although most people just call me Laural or Doctor Witley. If you’d care to follow me, we can have your required on boarding chat.” She turned her grav chair to face the hallway that led back to her office, but made a point of waiting until he could follow up beside her, the hum of the chair barely perceptible to her, but ever present for those who weren’t used to being around her.

~Doctor Laural Witley, Chief Counselor

“With pleasure, Doctor. Ensign Tom Little here, nice meeting you.” He said while following her into the room. He switched his bag to a different shoulder to ease the temporary dizziness.

Ens Little, Eng

“Nice meeting you as well,” Laural replied, gesturing for him to take a seat anywhere he would like. Remembering how she had found him, she asked, ” did I wake you earlier? I couldn’t tell if I caught you deep in thought or something else. No judgment either way, just curious.”

~Dr. Laural Witley, Counselor

“Yes, thanks, Counselor.” Tom seated and put down his bag. “Excuse me. I probably looked horrible right now.” He groomed his hair and eyebrows. Then he tucked the uniform and said, “The chair in the waiting area was quite more comfortable than I thought. Or is this part of the session? You know, a sleeping therapy?”

Ens Little, Eng


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