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

“Lt. Grace you can cut in at any time,” Jasmine assure the counselor.

“Zov course she can,” Bob had a hurt look on his face. “Vhy vould you tink she couldn’t?” Bob instantly began to scratch something down on his paper with all the fervor of a teacher nearing retirement with a red pen on a student she hated.

“Why is he scaring me right now,” Jasmine whispered to Max softly. Her tone was light and joking. Bob might be a total pain in the rump but he was rather likable at times. Jasmine had heard there was a mostly balding EMH that went by the name Doctor as another variation of the program. At least their version tried to be funny.

“He’s doing the thing,” Max whispered back. “Is it another list? Another new rule?”

“Zo vat do you see,” Bob asked flipping the paper around. The Roschart test was classic in psychology. They showed you a black splotch with what liked to wings of a butterfly and the patient told them what they saw. Based on the patient’s response the therapist could discern their mental state better. Jasmine only saw one thing.

“Genoveva and Isabella strangling Max because I am not pregnant,” Jasmine said in a matter of fact tone as she turned her head slightly to the side as she examined the image. Her response came far faster than the look she had on her face. Her expression said she was contemplating a decision but her words had the tone of zero doubt.

Lt. Jasmine Wynter CMO

“Baby, that’s because it is literally three stick figures, two of them strangling a third stick figure and names written under them with lines to each one and under that, the words They Want Grandkids. Very smooth Bob, very smooth. I see you got the Picasso theme going there.”

Lt Cmdr Max Wynter, CE

“I see more of a Monet influence,” Bob replied wth a flourish but if you would like to see the next one?” Bob brandished a new image. The image was two blots with orange triangle looking things on top. “Okay, you crazy kiddos what do you see and the first one that yells out an answer gets bonus points.

Jasmine looked at the counselor who had gone rather quiet. She hoped Grace would step in soon; however, the hour was almost up. She and Max might have to come back but the check-in would be so much easier without Bob. Jasmine wondered what the counselor was writing on her PaDD about them. Crazy and needs medication was probably not far off the mark.

“My mom and his mom playing patty cake,” Jasmine belted out an answer even going as far as leaning off Max’s arm behind her back and closer to the image.

“What he said bonus points,” she turned her head towards Max with a feigned look of shock.

“Question 3189 subsection 12 paragraph 4. Would you beat your spouse out to answer a question,” she quoted the marriage test. “We both said yes so I…answered… first,” she shrugged almost sheepishly.

“Yes, but the real question is my your mother’s Bob asked.

“Max baby…you can answer that one,” Jasmine settled back on his arm.

Lt. Jasmine Wynter CMO