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Songz's Office - The Psychology of a Wandering Mind

Posted Nov. 23, 2021, 10:08 p.m. by Lieutenant Junior Grade Namid Argimeau (Scientific Intelligence Officer) (Trinity Fister)

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Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Namid Argimeau (Scientific Intelligence Officer) in Songz’s Office - The Psychology of a Wandering Mind
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Namid lifted their gaze to the lilac-haired woman and offered another of their grins. “No worries,” they shrugged somewhat dismissively. “How long have you been at it?” They went to take a seat before realising they hadn’t introduced themself. It was rude… even if there was a 99% chance she already knew. “I’m sorry,” they chuckled somewhat inwardly and approached to offer a calloused hand. “Namid Argimeau.”

— Namid Argimeau, Scientific Intel

Her reaction time was improving, but still there was a moment of hesitation as Sair reached out to shake Namid’s hand. “Sair Songz. It’s nice to meet you. As for the unpacking, a little over an hour, but that’s including a couple trips to and from my quarters as I decided which books I wanted here.”

Dread flickered through their features at Sair’s hesitation, but they masked it behind curiously furrowed eyebrows and a short, warm shake. “And you,” Namid hummed. “Which books made the cut?”

Sometimes physical books could make a wonderful connection point, so Sair never regretted having them present. “Some medical and psychological texts I’ve collected over the years, and a few books of verse from home. Things I like to read on my downtime. “

“Verse?” Namid echoed, curiosity piqued by the art. Medical and psychological texts were often the object of their intrigue, but verses were a special kind of vessel. They said a lot about a person and their culture. “Are they a common art in your culture?”

“So, Namid, what brings you here to my humble little office?” Sair said, her warm smile touching her pale brown eyes.

~Sair Songz, CNS

“Oh....” Namid pursed their lips, trying to conjure something more than ‘just a check-in’, but their mind was irritatingly blank. “I’ve been aboard Manhattan for a short time and it’s been a fairly slow but even adjustment,” they explained as the words came, “so I suppose I’m here for a bit of a check-in and a bit of support.”

— Namid Argimeau, Scientific Intel

Sair moved over to her little sitting area, inviting Namid to join her. “Well, I can imagine we can accomplish both. Tell me about your adjustment period to the ship and what brought you here,” she said, settling into one of the armchairs.

~Sair Songz, CNS

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Namid stewed on her question as they sank into an opposite chair. “Before the Manhattan, I worked with a biomedical team out on Outpost 56…” they huffed, “…it was the equivalent of Podunk, USA in space. Don’t get me wrong, I adored our work on synthetic macrophages; but as a good friend once told me, I don’t do well in stuffy labs.” Namid released a soft chuckle, thoughtfully twiddling with their fingers. “Makes me wonder why I started in grounded research.”

“Anyway,” they steered themself back on course. “I transferred about six months ago. I thought it would be a nice change of pace and scenery. And it has… just not in the way I imagined.”

“I’m a social person by nature, but I guess I built a kind of shell on ‘56.” Namid made a facetiously exasperated gesture. “And it’s been an absolute nightmare to break.” Happening upon the realisation they might’ve said too much in too little time, they halted and offered a bashful, “You know?”

— Namid Argimeau


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