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Holodeck- Cryptic Messages

Posted May 4, 2021, 1:23 p.m. by Ensign Viyara Nazeen (Scientist) (Silke Fahl)

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Janna Kingston (CNS) in Holodeck- Cryptic Messages

Posted by Ensign Viyara Nazeen (Scientist) in Holodeck- Cryptic Messages

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Janna Kingston (CNS) in Holodeck- Cryptic Messages
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“They don’t bother me,” Janna said with a smile. She pushed her chair back as she got up and gestured for Viyara to take the lead “After you.”

“Okay,” Viyara replied as she rose to her feet. Without bothering to put on shoes, she left her quarters and led the way towards the nearest holodeck.

Outside one the holodecks, Janna turned to Nazeen. “Okay, your choice of program, but it should be something we can sit and chat.” She had her reasons for that caveat, and other than that it was the other woman’s choice.

~Janna Kingston, CNS

“That’s no problem,” Viyara replied before addressing the computer. =/\=Computer, start Climbing Program Nazeen 3 =/\= With a glance towards Janna she added, “I promise we can sit. No climbing necessary.” Without another word she stepped forward and entered the holodeck.

The two women now found themselves on a rocky ledge looking down into a canyon with a river running through it. The sun was shining and a soft breeze was blowing, making the temperature and air very pleasant. They were the only people and there was ample space for both of them to sit as close to or as far from the edge as they wanted to. Taking several steps forward till she was at the very edge, Viyara spread her arms wide and just stood there for a moment and took several deep breaths.

As much as Janna was taking in the extraordinary scenery, she was more importantly watching how Nazeen interacted with the program she had chosen. There was a fearlessness present that made her smile and she knew if she could channel even just a small amount of it towards the difficult things Viyara had been avoiding (likely for a long time), then she felt confident they could accomplish something here that Viyara could feel proud.

When she finally turned around again, some of the tension seemed to have left her body and Viyara seemed slightly more at ease. As protected as she usually felt in her quarters, this was a place where she felt free and thus safe in a different sort of way.

OOC: Once again she is running her program of Trolltunga: https://trolltunga.com

~Ensign Nazeen, Scientist

Janna smiled at her. “Computer generate two soft flannel blankets.” A chirp and a shimmer and two folded blankets came to rest on the rock surface. Unfolding one with a snap of her wrists, Janna sat down cross-legged. “Tell me what you felt just then,” she said. “I can see it, but I want you to name it.”

~Janna Kingston, CNS

Viyara took her time to unfold the second blanket and to settle down on it at about the same distance they had been sitting away from each other in her quarters. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to answer Janna. She just needed time to find the right words. “I’m not very good at naming emotions,” she finally admitted. “But I … being here, standing on the edge of that cliff … it makes me feel free and … in control. I also feel happy and I think I feel safe,” she continued slowly and thoughtfully.

~Ensign Nazeen, Scientist

Patience was something Janna had in abundance, so as she had watched Viyara join her, her gaze held nothing but curiosity. “A lot of people aren’t great naming emotions. Or they keep them really general. It takes practice, but once you get used to it, then you can start to notice when they are helping or hindering. It’s not so much about the emotions themselves but about the actions we take when they arise.”

Viyara couldn’t help but laugh softly. “He used slightly different words, but he said pretty much the same thing the other day,” she explained and slightly shook her head.

Janna was glad she felt comfortable being in close proximity to her right now. While distance helped some therapists it wasn’t her style ad she didn’t think it would help with the situation at hand. “Viyara, I’m here to walk through this with you. And we can do all the prep work we want but at some point we’ll have to go there. You brought me to this beautiful place where you feel free and safe. I want you to take a couple deep breaths and then tell me what you told your friend.”

~Janna Kingston, CNS

Feeling a shiver run down her spine and goosebumps rise on her skin, Viyara nodded her head a tiny bit. “Okay,” she said, her voice barely audible.

As she took several deep breaths, her gaze was fixed on her forearms as she traced first the tattoo on her left arm and then on her right. It took her awhile, but eventually she started talking. “I told him that I ran away from home when I was sixteen. I haven’t had a happy childhood or a … a safe home. Some days were … were horrible. Others were not so bad.” Her voice faltered slightly and without noticing what she was doing, Viyara moved her hands and dug her nails deeply into her forearms as she continued talking. “Sometimes he’d just yell at me, call me names, or slap me. Sometimes he’d beat me up. And sometimes he touch me and … you know.” Viyara gave a small shrug. Her gaze had suddenly become distant and unfocused, at the same moment when her voice had started to sound rather detached.

OOC: Left forearm: https://tattoodo-mobile-app.imgix.net/images/posts/nodes_lqgfaebMcB.jpg?auto=format%2Ccompress & right forearm: https://thebodyisacanvas.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/10/Arm-Tattoo-27.jpg

~Ensign Nazeen, Scientist

Rule number one when a patient had experienced any sort of abuse was to avoid touch without permission. Even if she could see that Viyara was unaware that she was hurting herself. “Computer, generate two tension balls.”

In front of Kingston were two small balls just big enough to fit in the palm of a hand. She picked them, up and felt the weight of them as they made her hands have to work ever so slightly to hold them in her palms. One in each hand, she squeezed hard and they squished out the sides of her closed hands. Then she opened her hands and offered them to Viyara. “Here, instead of causing yourself pain, squeeze these. If at anytime you feel overwhelmed during our conversation, just squeeze on them. as hard as you like.”

~Janna Kingston, CNS

Blinking a few times, Viyara looked first at Janna, then the tension balls and then her own hands. Slowly and with some effort, she unclenched her hands and then reached for the two balls instead. Her nails hadn’t broken her skin, but the red crescents left behind were clearly visible. Weighing the two balls in her hands, she took a deep breath and then gave them a tentative squeeze. She understood why Janna wanted her to squeeze those instead of hurting herself and so she was willing to give it a try. Her face still rather expressionless, she said, “Thank you Counsellor.”

~Ensign Nazeen, Scientist


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