Posted Nov. 26, 2021, 11:26 a.m. by Civilian Sair Songz (Counselor) (Lindsay B)
Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Namid Argimeau (Scientific Intelligence Officer) in Songz’s Office - The Psychology of a Wandering Mind
Posted by Civilian Sair Songz (Counselor) in Songz’s Office - The Psychology of a Wandering Mind
Posted by Civilian Sair Songz (Counselor) in Songz’s Office - The Psychology of a Wandering Mind
Posted by… suppressed (2) by the Post Ghost! 👻(snip)
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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OOC: Thanks!
IC: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.”
Sair didn’t get the locale reference, but she could gauge its meaning through the small bit of context Namid gave.
“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
It was at this sort of juncture that a therapist revealed the kind of worker they were, and what their beliefs were. Do you allow your own personal experiences to add to the discussion? Do you maintain a (sometimes necessary) facade so that you don’t impact how the session flows? Sair was the kind of person who believed in connection, so for her it was easy to reply, “Yeah, I do. I used to work emergency medicine back home. A lot of the people who came in were end of life and moved to palliative care. But the moment they arrived at the hospital, they needed reassurance and compassion. But giving that out dozens of times a week in that way, knowing that that patient was never leaving the hospital, well, you have to protect yourself from it. So I know that kind of shell well. My question to you then would be, what do you think you are protecting yourself from by creating and maintaining that shell?” she asked, bracing her arm on the arm of the chair and leaning towards that side, relaxing.
~Sair Songz, CNS
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