Rollo's Quarters- Is it Therapy Time Yet?

Posted Jan. 16, 2021, 12:28 p.m. by Lieutenant Faye Calloway (Mission Specialist) (Lindsay Bayes)

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Zef Rollo (Counselor) in Rollo’s Quarters- Is it Therapy Time Yet?

Posted by Lieutenant Faye Calloway (Mission Specialist) in Rollo’s Quarters- Is it Therapy Time Yet?

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Zef Rollo (Counselor) in Rollo’s Quarters- Is it Therapy Time Yet?
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It was only one deck up to Zef’s quarters and Faye couldn’t even tell you how she got there. Did the ‘distance’ return? Or was her ability to remember things that badly impaired by all the whiskey? Ehh, oh well, it was what it was, wasn’t it. Faye chuckled to herself as that thought rolled through her mind.

She was supposed to do this anyway, so why not now? Faye reached out and pressed the chime, though her finger did rest on it a bit longer than was customary. she hadn’t checked the time, so she hadn’t known it was nearly 0400 hours.

If Faye had bothered to look at herself in the mirror, she might have ran a brush through her hair, or changed out of the black garment that Rollo herself had given her. Or maybe even put on some footwear.

But no. She smelled of whiskey and was rather dishevelled and… in bare feet.

Faye didn’t seem to notice.

~Faye Calloway

Sound asleep, Zef dreamed the ship was in trouble and a Red Alert klaxon was chirping. Chirping? No matter what the crew did, the alarm couldn’t be turned off.

She came awake with a start. “Wha..?” Was that the door chime? Believing it must be an emergency, she threw on a robe and ran to the door, one hand running back through loose hair. Her body activated the sensor and it opened to reveal…Faye? Zef stuck her head out in the corridor and looked both ways. Nothing. So, it really was just Faye?

Taking a deep breath while she tied the sash at her waist, Zef squinted at the disheveled woman. “Are you alright?”

—Rollo, CNS

Faye blinked. Such a simple question with such a complicated answer. No, actually, the answer was simple. It was the rest that went along with it that was the problem. Bracing her hand on the doorframe, Faye shook her head slowly. “Nooo, defini’ly not.” She was trying to be nonchalant but that was silly. It was Rollo after all.

Her expression shifted and fear settled into her once again stormy eyes. “I don’ like how I’m feelin’ or t’inkin, and it’s not just the whiskey talkin’.” She chuckled slightly at that, but there was no humour in her tone. “I’m scared,” she whispered.

~Faye Calloway

She stepped to the side, “Come in, come in.” It had been a late night of work for the Counselor and she’d only been asleep for a couple of hours. Stifling a yawn, she waived Faye inside and headed to the replicator for coffee. “Sit down, Faye, and tell me why you’re afraid. By the way, how much have you had to drink?”


Moving in with slow steps to make sure she was steady, Faye laughed. “A lot.” She managed to cross the quarters with steady steps, but when she went to sit on the sofa, she only the edge and slid to the floor. Fortunately for her, Zef’s quarters sported plenty of pillows and they provided a soft landing as she found herself on the floor. Well, she was sitting.

Her face screwed up as she tried to work through exactly how much she had had. “Soo.. I was down a third of de bottle by the time Wyatt arrived. Den I drank more with him and reached de one -quarter mark, so by my hazy reckoning, at least half a bottle of excellent Romulan whiskey.”

~Faye Calloway

A word unfamiliar to Faye came out of Rollo’s mouth as she swore in Bajeen. “Half a bottle? That’s too much, Faye.” It was what she was supposed to say, as a doctor, even though she’d had her own indulgent experiences with alcohol and other fermented beverages over the years.

“Prob’ly,” Calloway said with a laugh.

She placed a small tray next to the woman with a couple of items on it and then made herself comfortable on a few of the pillows that were leaned up against the front of a chair. Making sure her robe was closed, Zef tucked her feet up beneath her and looked at Faye. “That’s juice, nuts and dried fruit. It will help metabolize the alcohol in your system, so you won’t be in such a world of hurt the next time you wake up.” She took a long drink of coffee then. “Okay, now tell me why you’re afraid and why you and Wyatt drank so much.”


Faye was about to comment about her smart decision to drink water and nibble on food but it didn’t really matter. Picking up the juice, she took a sip before setting it back down and stretched out her legs a bit, and Zef might recognize the outfit she was wearing was the same one she herself had brought Faye in the brig. Except she had bare feet. “Well… I did what Alex told me to and to bed. He gave me a sleep aid from Sickbay, and it ‘elped. Bu’it wore off and den I had a nightmare. Just like in de brig. So I got up and was wiiiiiide awake at oh-two-hundred. So, I opened de whiskey. And den Luke came. Luke…” she shook her head, feeling a mixture of emotions. “I should hate ‘im, but I don’t. Even if he was willin’ to kill me to capture me,” she said with a bitter laugh.

Laying her head back, Faye gazed up at the ceiling. “I’m a goddamn pariah on this ship. Luke didn’t want me. Alex doesn’t want me, and even if he did, he handed me a phaser and I shot ‘im! So dat’s done. And de one person who might want me is in a different quadrant.” Faye couldn’t help but laugh bitterly. She closed her eyes. “In de brig I had dis weird t’ought when Alex came to see me. He was all playin’ de game for de brig cameras but it felt too real. Too much like he was really angry at me. And I couldn’t blame him. I brought a huge mess onto his ship. And I tried to apologize but he was still playin’ and couldn’t accept it and I knew dat but it still hurt. And I t’ought to myself dat it would be sooo much easier for everyone if de Tal Shiar had just killed me and be done with it.” She brought her head forward, but propped it up with her hand, elbow braced on the seat of the couch.

~Faye Calloway

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