Posted by Commander Ardashir “Jack” Creed (Executive Officer / CIO) in CNS office Which of the four of us needs the counseling more

Posted by Lieutenant Olivia Grace (Counselor) in CNS office Which of the four of us needs the counseling more

Posted by Lieutenant Jasmine Wynter (Chief Medical Officer) in CNS office Which of the four of us needs the counseling more
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“Aren’t you supposed to be an intelligent program?” Max asked Bob, “You could simply delete that information as being unhelpful, you know? Kind of like your morning wake up call of ‘Gooooood Mooorning Manhattannn!” At least, Max had to admit, that call was always accompanied by bacon, eggs and coffee.

“You didn’t like that,” Bob had almost a hurt expression on his face. Instantly materializing between Max and Jasmine was the Ministry of Harmony’s answers to Max’s test. “General Question 457, subquestion 125, section 82, Subsection 16, Area: waking up, point 86 How is the best way to wake you up?” Bob tapped a button and the following list floated between the couple.

1. Play loud angry screamo/metal music. …
2. Accidentally” spill water on them. …
3. Keep poking them in different places.
4. Turn the light on and/or open the curtains.
5. Call friends over and be obnoxiously loud. …
6. Pull their leg and drag them out of bed. …
7. Tickle them!

“I don’t know why people tend to avoid response seven. I find it starts the day off with a giggle,” Bob said letting out a laugh at this own joke.

“Or a black eye and missing teeth.” Max said under his breath, he wasn’t in the slightest the kind that enjoyed being tickled.

29. Draw on their face with markers and/or makeup.
56. Record a voice of their mother singing awake up a song from their childhood.
128. Aromatic scents of their favorite foods. Bob did a few blah blahs as he skipped over responses until he made a small aha type noise and enlarged the response he was searching for.

298. A gentle reminder of how great the day is going to be by someone with a positive attitude. “How was my greeting not within the guidelines of that response,” Bob looked at Max waiting for his answer. “I mean I even included a hint of response 128 which was listed as your tenth option as to how to wake you up.”

“Bob, you know that test is all about the interaction and connection with your significant other to be. Not the wedding gift. Now if Jaz woke me up with bacon, we’d be makin bacon within 30 seconds. You with bacon and that loud good morning, well lets just say Alpha Shift is going to have a bad morning.”

“Unless he and I are makin’ bacon at any time in the morning. Even after you,” she waggled her eyebrows. “Then Alpha Shift can blow up the warp core and the chief is still ‘aw shucks. Just pay more attention guys,” she said in a deeper tone at the end giving him a wink. While the compatibility test might have brought them together it was his mind and sense of humor that hooked her from the moment they met. Well, maybe not the first moment they met. The initial meeting was a bit tense with her showing up and Max giving her a room on the other side of the hall but it only took a few days for her to realize it was because Max did not want to screw it up. His test results said he went with his instincts and was a born mediator as the top qualities of his personality. Jasmine realized he was not avoiding her but trying to find out how to show her he was committed to her. “And to show me how much he needs me…”

“See this is why you need me,” Bob broke the second moment of intimacy between Max and Jasmine. “If I did not show you how to make up after a less than perfect moment you would have no idea how to handle the bumps of marriage. Can I get a thank you,” Bob leaned his head forward with a hand to his ear like he was listening intently for something.

“Hey chief,” Jasmine said giving him a quizzical look. “Are you sure it wouldn’t work for you to just cut a hole in the side of our wall and you and I wear those space suits cuffs up to the elbow so he can only materialize outside the ship. They say you can’t hear them scream in space. Come on. We can do it together. Wonder twin powers activate,” she said playfully putting her bracelet against Max’s.

“You are the ship’s surgeon, and I am the Chief Engineer,” Max said helpfully, holding their braceleted forearms up together. “If you amputate, then I can make matching cyborg arms and we can beam the off-cuts into space!” Max’s eyes lit up with the thought. “Our Mothers would never know, because we would have never removed the bracelets!”

“Funny enough if you were part of the Yugolian Directorship of Teorusyal V your parents would have created a hut when you reached puberty to,” Bob began to point out some bizarre anthropological customs of different races.

“On that note,” Jasmine hit the button for the counselor’s office. Let the counselor deal with Bob. That was what she was paid for right Jasmine thought.

“Here we go,” Max said, and slipped his arm around Jasmines waist and nuzzled her neck. “And just for the record, Jaz, I would have so been part of that ceremony on Teorusyal V.”

“That is doubtful,” Bob said, sliding his own arm around Max like he was Jasmines protective older brother. “From what I have observed, your tendencies lie very much in the…” he made an hourglass motion with his hands… “and it is well known that among males on Teorusyal…”

“Lalalalalala,” Jasmine said loudly not wanting to hear the rest of his story.

Max reached forward and hit the chime again… “Is this thing broken? Maybe I need to get a team up here to fix it. What a pity, how about we come back some other time, the Counselor seems busy today.”

“Well, your Mothers did in fact hire me to make sure your thing wasn’t in fact broken, Max my boy,” Bob slapped Max on the back hard as if he was one of Max’s buddies now, then walked around to Jasmines side.

“I mean seriously darling,” Bob suddenly lowered his voice and fell into a feminine, soft but obviously ‘well to do’ accent, “It is almost like someone or something is holding the two of you back from reaching your full potential, if you know what I mean. I feel like my work is, hindered darling, I spend my time painting the most breathtaking pictures in your minds of the karma sutra but that man is still like a blank canvas, and he has mwa right here to offer advice every step of the way.” Suddenly Bob was sporting large, multicolored glasses and a scarf that he casually slipped over his shoulder. “You know banning me from the bedroom was the worst idea ever, right. Eighteen months darling and still,” he patted her stomach gently, “not a bump. Have you scanned him again, just to be sure?”

“We are not going anywhere,” Jasmine said hitting the chime repeatedly. “God, what is she doing in there. I mean who is that mentally unstable that they need a two-hour session. I am the chief medical officer. I know the entire crew. I know who is crazy and no one is that crazy,” she let out a frustrated sigh as she paced the small hallway.

“Oh I dunno,” Max said to her, leaning back on the wall. “Remember that guy in Engineering? He swears that the ship’s spirit speaks to him via the EPS grid and that he can’t relax at night until he hums to the same atomic frequency of the subnecleonid particles in the gamma E-band.”

“God your right,” Jasmine got a knowing expression on her face. “Maybe I should call him in for another brain scan.”

” Personally I think he’s just hit his head against the warp core ladder a few too many times. If he wasn’t the best EPS Engineer I have ever seen and thought there might just be some truth to it, in the tiniest way, I would have him on a ship back to Earth at once for his own health.”

“Iz dat vat you really believe,” Bob said instantly turning into a carnation of a man wearing a tweed suit with matching vest. A white beard and horn-rimmed glasses adorned his face along with a long smoking cigar.

“Why can’t all parts of a hologram be real,” Jasmine sighed leaning against the wall and sliding down to the floor. They had been standing around for about 20 minutes by now. There was no way she and Max were going to come back. “If that thing,” she made a circling motion to the cigar with her finger, ” was actually real it would set off the fire suppression systems and we would be free.”

“It would take a fair bit more than that, love.” Max said, but at the same time he was picturing the effect the ships force field and fire suppression system would have in that localized space.

“Zo vat does da seegar mean to you Mrs. Vynter,” Bob asked taking a seat across from her so that his back was against the counselor’s door.

“Lung cancer,” she replied promptly.

“Ack,” Bob let out a laugh in a thick Austrian accent.

“Now Max,” Bob pointed the cigar at the chief. “The great question that has never been answered, and which I have not yet been able to answer, despite my thirty years of research into the feminine soul, is ‘What does a woman want?” Bob quoted the great psychoanalyst of the nineteenth and twentieth century.

Jasmine opened her mouth to point out Bob should just sit there and wait like them but the question did intrigue here. Besides the question was directed to Max and not her. His reply might be just interesting enough to occupy the time before they met with the counselor for real.

“Oh before you start,” Jasmine held up a finger. “Hit the door chime again.” Once Bob rang it Jasmine wiggled against the wall finding a comfortable spot and then looked at Max ready for him to reply to Bob’s question.

Lt. Jasmine Wynter CMO

Max opened his mouth to speak, then closed it and looked sideways and Jasmine, then glared at Bob. This was about the point that a call should come in from Engineering that their was a breach in the containment of the flux-capacitor, and that only Max’s heroic sacrifice would save the day. Alas, no call came and as Bob and Jasmine were both sitting there looking at him, they would notice him moving his hand to his comm-badge, then Jasmine would corner him later and Bob would use it as the basis for an entire 3 day counseling session.

“I have no idea what women want.” He answered, sliding down the wall opposite Bob and coming to rest as well, but sticking his feet out in the corridor and not caring if they were in the way. He pulled a small rubber ball out of a pocket and began to bounce it across the hallway, on the wall and back to him.

“The world stopped for Jasmine as she watched Max sink down the wall. It was not defeated he seems to be resonating but honesty. As if he was going to confess something more that would be life-altering. Shifting her body she leaned forward locking her eyes on Max. Max was the more serious one of the pair. It was not like he was a Vulcan but he tended to reign in her more ambitious ideas. Max was always the one with a solid plan. Typically it was always a version of what she said but that is marriage. Women always told their husbands what they wanted, their husbands blustered about it, but then came up with the same thing to which the wife smiles and agreed to. She was so interested because Max was taking the question seriously.

“I know what Jasmine wants,” he said, and gave her a cheeky smirk as he kept bouncing the ball with no apparent purpose. “Jasmine, my wife and the love of my life, wants coffee.”

Jasmine let out a long laugh and leaned back into a more comfortable position on the wall. This was not going to be profound as she first thought. It was going to be her husband, the man she loved, at the peak of his witty humor which she always thought was his best public asset. She raised her fingertips to her lips and blew him a kiss from across the hallway. The gesture was simple and childish but one she used often. As department heads, she and Max could not lip lock even in a proper church like fashion when in uniform. As department heads, it seemed like they were always in uniform. Blowing a kiss could be done on the sly and if caught a simple cough or sneeze could hide it to a discerning eye.

“Every morning when we wake up and every time we talk on the comm. Coffee. She wants coffee as we talk and I listen to her troubles and cares, coffee as I hug her and tell her everything is ok, and she wants coffee when she is angry at me for doing something totally ok, like leaving my tools on the dining room table or not being able to find my pants where she put them last week. She wants coffee when we just sit in silence and be with each other, those moments when we have no time but because we love each other, we make a moment because those moments are everything that we are. Sometimes our schedules mean we only get a moment, but that moment is the best moment of my entire day because I get to spend it with the one person in this universe that I have connected with and love, the one person that is worth every moment I ever have and the only person that I want to be the husband of. Jasmine is the one person in my heart that I want a family with, to have another little her running around that I can love and teach and every time I look at what we made when we are old, I see nothing but the love that I have for Jasmine from very first coffee we shared, the very first moment that we knew we loved each other.”

While he spoke he had been bouncing the ball, getting the angle and power right and by the end, every impact of the ball against the wall, bounced from floor to wall and back to Max, was hitting the chime in four second intervals.

Lt Cmdr Max Wynter, CE

“I hate your tools,” Jasmine said leaning forward until she was on her hand and needs and took one crawl towards him. “You would not lose your pants if you put them where they belong,” she closed the gap between them. On her hands and knees so that she was eye level with Max she said softly, “but I love how you know me.” Jasmine closed her eyes and leaned in to kiss him oblivious of their public surroundings. Inches from him she could feel her skin tingle in anticipation. Her mind went blank as it often did when they kissed. She let her lips part as she felt the first brush of Max’s lip to hers.

“And I would hurry that up there. I am so glad like really really glad you two want to parade around playing kitten and lion but,” Bob’s voice sliced through the moment like the sound effect of a scratching record ending a song prematurely, “your XO is one hall away and moving at what some might call walking with a purpose.”

Dropping her head to Max’s chest, Jasmine let out a deep moan. “I hate him, Max. I mean hate him,” Jasmine said into Max’s shirt before moving back to her spot against the opposite wall.

“No you can thank me,” Bob said morphing back into his Freud costume. “Ending up in the brig is not the way you should spend the night.”

Monthly duty roster reports were one of Jack’s least favorite activities. He had scheduled at this time a talk with the counselor for their monthly meetings. As he cornered the hallway he saw the most unusual sight as his CE and CMO stood in the center seeminly playing ball off the counselors door. Pausing Jack watched the pair, PaDD in hand as he looked the two of them over.

“What…” Jack began but didn’t finish, it was obvious what this looked like. From what he could tell the counselor was always flighty when you needed her and seemed to be on your ass when it wasn’t convienent. In her defense this was all counselors, so it wasn’t meant a slight to her. Still, Jack wasn’t one to look a gift horse in the mouth.

Coming to Max he handed him the PaDD he had, “If she asks, this counts as our monthly duty roster meeting. Tell her to give me her notes in this PaDD.” was all the words Jack said as he shook his head. He was not about to wait in line and he certainly wasn’t going to test fate like they were and page the door again. Turning he began to walk away before stopping as he turned back to the couple.

“Wait…” Jack said as he looked the two over. “We do have people covering Sickbay and Main Engineering right?” he asked, fully suspecting the two wouldn’t dare abandon their duties but felt the need as XO to ask.

“Yep, I showed Celina how to use the hypo and gave her a placebo for anyone coming in for the next hour. She said she always wanted to be a nurse,” Jasmine teased her XO.

“Good enough by me, good luck and if she asks I waited… forty, fifty minutes… you decide.” Jack said as he turned around once more heading back down the same hall he just came from.

Creed, XO

“I say an hour sir,” Jasmine yelled down the hall after Jack.

“You um have some brown,” Bob reached over and began to rub the tip of Jasmine’s nose with his hand.

“Stop…wait…don’t touch me,” Jasmine batted Bob’s hand away from her nose.

“Max, back me up here. Was she or was she not trying to get in good with the XO,” Bob looked at Max.

“Max back me up here,” Jasmine looked at him and opened her eyes wider as if to encourage him to speak. Chirp bump bump smack. Chirp bump bump smack. Chrip bump bump smack echoed in the hall as Max continued to toss the ball across the hall hitting the door chime. The two bounces back after the chirp of hitting its target followed by the smack of it returning to Max’s hand was creating a strange rhythm in the hall.

“And now it starts,” a random table materialized in the center of the hallway a few feet away from Bob, Max, and Jasmine with two holographic people sitting at it. The first voice was soft and low as if they were at a golf event dictating what they were seeing played out before them. Both of them were wearing tailored suits. Both of them were replica’s of Bob’s face with one being older with balding hair and they other a fatter version.

Chirp bump bump smack. Chirp bump bump smack. Chrip bump bump smack.

“Max is in a difficult place here, Tim,” the second voice replied. “He can side with his wife or not. Either way, the pause he is exhibiting is going to cause him issues.”

Chirp bump bump smack. Chirp bump bump smack. Chrip bump bump smack.

“I agree Pat,” the fake holographic nodded in agreement. “Time is of the essence. He needs to respond or this could escalate and I am not sure Max will see it coming later.”

Chirp bump bump smack. Chirp bump bump smack. Chrip bump bump smack.

Chirp bump bump smack. Chirp bump bump smack. Chrip bump bump smack.

Lt Jasmine Wynter CMO

At that moment two security officers walked past Olivia and straight into her office. A few moments later a young security officer is led out of her office. Olivia looked to the group “I’m still unsure what set him off” she took a deep “if you’ll me and please don’t mind the mess we’ll get started.”

Lt. Grace, CNS

OOC: I am removing the part that mentions me as I leave. I was gone as I said and Kate already wrote I was I away. I did not write that to be seen, as I said I was down the hallway and gone.

~Steven

“And here we go,” Jasmine said standing up and brushing the back of her pants off. She held her hand out for Max to take as the trio entered the office. “This should be interesting,” Jasmine whispered into Max’s ear.

“Hello Lt. Grace,” Bob said taking her hand and pumping it almost too enthusiastically. “It is a pleasure.”

“Its something,” Jasmine muttered under her breath taking a seat next to Max on the couch.

Lt. Jasmine Wynter CMO