Posted Sept. 25, 2019, 5:55 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
Snip“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.
“Was it really that urgent?” Max asked her, glancing back at the real counselor.
“What? He said bonus points,” she turned her head towards Max with a feigned look of shock.
“What are you doing Jaz? When do bonus points matter?” Max asked, just raising an eyebrow.
“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.
“With two people playing patty cake? Out of a pair of Angry Bird blobs? Really?”
“Yes, but the real question is why your mother’s Bob asked.
“Max baby…you can answer that one,” Jasmine settled back on his arm.
Lt. Jasmine Wynter CMO
“Because our Mothers are everywhere, they are like super spies with bugs and informers and an entire network of people on their payroll. I swear the moment that Jasmine and I get ‘comfy’ each night the Console beeps and it’s one of them asking what our plans are for the next 47 minutes while they scrutinize if Jaz has any alcohol in view. That’s why everything is about our Mothers.” Max grinned, but everything he said was right.
---------11 minutes later --------------------------
The door closed behind Max and Jasmine as they exited the Counselors Office, Bob having magically ‘vanished’ like a genie back into the wrist bracelets they wore. “Well that was fun,” Max said dryly.
“Baby, next time we do this you can amputate my arm and sew on a hook for all I care, or you can inject us both with Klingon Herpes and we can take a week in isolation. In fact, isolation sounds pretty good right about now.” Winking at her, he playfully pinched her behind as he took her hand to walk back to their quarters. “Do you think we can make it count before he wakes up?” Max held up his wrist, showing the bracelet.
Lt Cmdr Wynter, CE
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