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PreSIM: Psych Check-In

Posted March 18, 2021, 2:27 p.m. by Lieutenant Junior Grade Namid Argimeau (Scientific Intelligence Officer) (Trin S)

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Zef Rollo (Counselor) in PreSIM: Psych Check-In

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Namid Argimeau (Scientific Intelligence Officer) in PreSIM: Psych Check-In
Cleared with a bill of good health, Namid crossed another check-in off their mental list of ‘things to do.’ Pausing just beyond Sickbay’s doors, they considered which option to take next. Naim’s office was closer to them, but they didn’t want to hop from medical to introduction to medical again. All the sudden changes would make for an even longer day. Shaking their head, they tugged at their uniform and found their way back to the turbolift.

If nothing else, they were starting to get used to Manhattan.

Minutes later, Namid roamed up to the Counselor’s office and palmed the chime. They stepped back should another patient came strolling out and released their shoulders into a somewhat relaxed position. Argimeau wasn’t overly concerned with the psychological element of the boarding process. They were eccentric with a whim for the hasty, but they weren’t exactly a compelling case. For once, that seemed to work in their favour. A quaint little grin plastered onto their lips, Namid waited for the Counsellor’s response.

– Namid Argimeau, Scientific Intelligence

Zef was returning from a quick meal break. As she approached the outer door to her office, she saw a woman just palming the chime. The doors opened to allow the visitor in before the counselor reached them, but she followed through to hear Yeoman Brooks explaining she was out of the office but would return shortly. “It’s alright Dave, I’m here.”

Walking around the reception desk to see the visitor face to face, Zef was a little surprised by the asexual appearance of the person. As a student of all things psychological, she usually had a knack for determining the gender of those she ran across. The human in front of her wasn’t so easily read. “I’m Counselor Rollo. I don’t believe I’ve seen you before. Do you have an appointment?”

—Rollo, CNS

“Hello, Counselor.” Namid held out their hand in greeting. They were neutral in appearance, embracing thick, waist-length braids tinged by a coarse toffee brown reminiscent of their family line. They didn’t fit classic ‘muscular or ‘thin’ statures, instead favouring a somewhat slim appearance. They bore dark, heavy green eyes carved by thick eyebrows and narrow cheeks; a broad, aquiline nose; and a square jaw that afforded them a perpetually pensive look. When they smiled, there was a slight mischief ever-present in its echo.

“Namid Argimeau,” they hummed. “I don’t have an appointment.” They waved a hand and smiled at Dave, “as I was just about to ask Dave, I’m hoping to schedule an onboarding evaluation.”

– Namid Argimeau, Scientific Intel


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