CNS office Which of the four of us needs the counseling more

Posted July 23, 2019, 6:16 a.m. by Lieutenant Commander Maxwell Wynter (Chief Engineer / 2nd Officer) (David Shotton)

Posted by Lieutenant Jasmine Wynter (Chief Medical Officer) 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

Posted by Lieutenant Jasmine Wynter (Chief Medical Officer) 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

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Maxwell Wynter (Chief Engineer / 2nd Officer) in CNS office Which of the four of us needs the counseling more

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Maxwell Wynter (Chief Engineer / 2nd Officer) 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

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

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 Commander Maxwell Wynter (Chief Engineer / 2nd Officer) in CNS office Which of the four of us needs the counseling more

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“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 was about to open his mouth to speak, but his words froze as he glanced at Jasmine.

“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. Chirp 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. Chirp 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. Chirp bump bump smack.

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

Lt Jasmine Wynter CMO

“Well you know there was a bit of brown there,” Max sided with Bob. “I mean sure your best friend is the guys girlfriend, but doesn’t that mean you are supposed to give him stick? That all points to a bad case of brown nose, your the doctor though, sweetie, what do I know, I’m just your Husband and a wrench jockey.”

At that moment two security officers walked past Olivia and straight into her office.

“Do you think maybe the new CNS is making an early exit?” Max asked Jaz and Bob. “What’s the bet? Maybe she’s smuggling rare artifacts from the Delta quadrant back to Alpha and she’s been holed up in a siege for this long?”

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

Max leaned over to Bob and whispered as he caught the final throw of the ball. “Isn’t the CNS supposed to know what set him off? You think maybe she’s one of those jekyll and hyde types that switch from good counselor to bad counselor? What if she does crazy hypnotherapy and she’s secretly turning all of us on the ship into spies?”

“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

“Who wants coffee? Jaz I know you want coffee. Bob.. never mind, how about you go fetch the coffee, please?” He leaned into Jasmine and placed his arm over her shoulders. It was a cute and affectionate move but also one with a slight protectiveness to it.

Lt Cmdr Wynter, CE

“Go fetch the coffee. Go fetch the coffee,” Bob rolled his eyes and walked to the replicator still speaking just under his breath but loud enough to be heard. “Why would I not want coffee,” Bob said looking almost hurt. “I mean just because I am a computer-generated, three-dimensional, photonically-based projection of light, energy, and force fields displayed through a holographic projection system that does not mean I don’t like coffee.”

“Maybe you should have offered to get the coffee,” Jasmine leaned towards her husband’s ear. “You know he has those butthurt programs. Remember the last time it kicked in. I was braiding hair and handing Kleenex to him for an hour.” She settled back into the comfy nook of Max’s arm ready for a long session with either Grace or Bob. Two counselors in one room were bound to make this interesting.

“I’m…I’m sorry butthurt program. Are you saying my feelings are not important in this threesome,” Bob stopped in mid-stride and turned around placing a hand to his ear and looking at Jasmine. She opened her mouth to speak with was bingo on what to say. Instead, she elbowed Max to help her out. His choice of wording had taken her by surprise. This was a total conversation that Max should address instead of her. Mainly because she didn’t know what to say and secondly if Max put up a fuss she would point out that he was the head of the house. This was a complete cop-out but right now Jasmine would find any excuse to get out of this conversation.

“Isabella and Genoveva were right. The second you guys were on your own you were going to forget those polite Mintaran manners,” he mumbled. “You know it is custom to not only offer once or twice something but a third time just to make sure your guests don’t want something.”

“Oh God. Max…Max is that my…mother,” Jasmine’s eyes got wide. Bob was the last thing they needed during this first year of marriage but if he could sound and act like their mother’s the old saying ‘things can always get worse’ would prove accurate.

“And when they say no you as the host don’t partake in the offered food or beverage because that could make someone feel uncomfortable,” Bob’s voice now changed into a crystal clear version of Genoveva. Thank God Bob’s back was to them when he spoke or Jasmine would be seeking professional counseling if she had the visual of her mom talking out of Bob’s mouth.

Lt. Jasmine Wynter CMO

Bump

Olivia couldn’t for the life of her figure out what bob was doing or even why he was following the chief engineer and the CMO around. When she noticed Jasmine’s expression she bit the inside of her lip to calm her self before speaking “Enough! Bob you will remove your self from my office immediately!!! There is only enough room for one counsellor in this office and it isn’t you!”

Grace, CNS

“Sadly that is not possible. See I am attached to them. I am the EMH,” he hooked a thumb at Max and Jasmine on the couch. “Mintaran custom for the first year of marriage. Max can explain,” Bob reclined back in his chair. “Besides I am not here to critique your performance only theirs so just pretend I am not here,” he said.

EMH Bob Footinadoor

“Bob, is the traditional Mintaran ‘Emergency Marriage Hologram‘ gifted to us as a wedding present,” he explained, “by our mothers. You see he is a contracted system contained here,” he lifted his hand and around his wrist, matching one on Jasmines was a beautiful, decorative bracelet. “They are hologram emitters and data storage systems, when Bob emerges he uses a part of one of our bracelets as a mobile emitter.”

“Emerges, I like that,” Bob said and gave Max a playful punch on the upper arm and Jasmine a wink. “It makes me sound like a beautiful butterfly and my appearance something majestic and meaningful, which it is of course, despite the colorful language Max always uses when he’s in the shower and I decide to say ‘Helllloooooo’.”

“According to Mintaran law, he is programmed to assist with any and all marriage issues and concerns listed in the Ministry of Harmonies 1500 Steps to a Perfect Marriage guide and any and all discrepancies that may arise in the Marriage Profiling Compatibility Questionnaire of 1218 points of compatibility, plus subsections. Personally, I think he’s just designed so that we spend most of our time angry at him and working together to make sure his reports to our mothers and perfect rather than argue with each other.”

Suddenly, Bob changed appearance into someone much older, with a flowing white moustache reaching past his chin, a monocle, clipboard and plaid suit. It was still unmistakably Bob, but his voice was now tinged with a strong germanic taint. “Hmmmm, und how is zat vorking vor yoo, hummm? I zink ze lad might shust be un to zomefing.”

Lt Cmdr Wynter, CE


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