Rollo's Office

Posted May 2, 2021, 1:51 p.m. by Lieutenant Faye Calloway (Mission Specialist) (Lindsay Bayes)

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Zef Rollo (Counselor) in Rollo’s Office

Posted by Lieutenant Faye Calloway (Mission Specialist) in Rollo’s Office
Of all the languages in her head and at her disposal, of all the words in the galaxy that she could borrow, Faye still felt at a loss for them. But she had known from their first session that her relationship with Zef Rollo would not be like other therapists before. Even with her most trusted ones she still felt like there was a small part of them that was only tolerating her. They were too professional to let it impact their work, and it was good that they had had a solid professional boundary with her.

But if there was ever something that more true now than it ever had been, it was that Faye Calloway needed friends.

That had not always been true, or so she told herself, and in the unfolding that had been going on these last few weeks, she realized she needed them more than ever. Figuring out how to connect with people was not something she had traditionally been very good at, but then again she had hidden so much of herself that it had made that crucial part of being a friend that much more difficult. But murky, messy attempts and all, Faye was trying.

It had taken some great thought on how to proceed with this. Maybe she’d fall flat on her face due to the need for professional boundary, because after all it was typically how it went. But still, Faye went ahead anyway.

Leaving a box with Rollo’s assistant, she asked them to put it on her desk for her. The box was a forty centimeter cube wrapped in a large soft shawl in gentle watercolor swirls of dark purples and pastel blues, the ends tied loosely at the top.

~Faye Calloway

Entering the outer office from lunch, Zef was still thinking about the chocolate Sundae she’d eaten for dessert, so it was a surprise to see Yeoman Brooks jump up from his desk excitedly when he spotted her. “Hells man, what’s gotten into you?”

The smile on his face stretched from ear to ear. “Someone came in while you were gone and they left something for you on your desk.”

Well, his actions ruled out that it was a file of some kind. She continued walking and entered her office with Dave on her heels. Zef saw the box sitting in the middle of her desk and her first thought was that it had been Alex. “Male or female?”

“Huh? Oh, one of your female clients.” He teased, purposely not mentioning a name.

“Hmmm…” Pale, manicured hands reached to untie the loose knot on top. Stretching out the material, the counselor wrapped it around her shoulder. “This is lovely!!!” She looked up at her assistant. “Alright, I believe you. Only women have taste this good.” She laughed and lay the shawl across the back of her desk chair to open the box.

“Oh my…” OOC: What does she see?

—Rollo, CNS

The shawl was wrapping a white box with a lid. Inside the box was a handwritten note with tidy slanted script that said:

Dear Zef,
There really aren’t words to express my gratitude for your help lately. Just know that while I understand I’ve been doing the work, I wouldn’t be where I am now without you.

Someone once accused me of being an optimist and I laughed at them. But I’ve come to realize that I garden and planting seeds and watching things grow might just be the most optimistic endeavour there is. And I want to share that with you. There’s a raised bed with your name on it in the Garden, if you wish to claim it. You can find which one is yours by checking the computer panel next to the greenhouse. I’ve set down roots here on the ship and I hope you can do so too.


Underneath the note and wrapped in plain tissue was a set of gardening gloves and a trowel, plus a packet of seeds with a description and instructions written on the plain front. They were called Zephara and were a low growing trailing plant with abundant star-shaped flowers whose buds were a vibrant red-violet that turned purple when they opened and shifted to a blue as they aged. When the plants were mature it would look like it had multicoloured flowers on it and they were perfect planted along the edge of a bed where they could spill over the sides in a cascade of beautiful colour.

~Faye Calloway

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