Posted by Ensign Viyara Nazeen (Scientist) in Counsellor’s Office - Thus things continue to unfold
It had been a rough night for Viyara and she could feel the lack of sleep in her body. Along with tension that had build up in her muscles. But she didn’t mind the physical pain. It made her feel alive. With a dark purple version of the tension ball Janna had given her yesterday in her pocket and a thick, leather bound journal in the other, she arrived at exactly 1300 hours in front of the counselling suite. Taking a deep breath she stepped through the door and walked straight to the reception desk. With her most charming smile playing across her face, she said, “Hi, I’m Viyara Nazeen. I have an appointment with the Counsellor right now.”
~Ensign Nazeen, Scientist
Cherry, the Risian receptionist looked up and smiled at Nazeen. “Hello! Let me just check.... ah, yes, here you are. You’re with Doctor Kingston, fourth door,” she said gesturing to the curved span of doors. “You can go right on it.”
Inside, Janna’s office hadn’t changed since she had last seen it. She also hadn’t changed offices since her promotion since the six rooms were all the same. In the modest space, the petite woman seemed to fit the cozy setting. She didn’t go to great lengths to decorate, but it was definitely more than the standard grey furniture and carpet. On the wall above the couch was an image of an ocean scene that could be almost anywhere and the standard grey slim arm chairs had been replaced with softer larger armchairs in a dark blue that looked inviting to curl up into. On top of the standard carpet, the sitting area was covered in a plush rug in different shades of blues that matched the ocean in the photo. On the other side of the room where she mostly worked, there was a tall leafy plant near her desk and a single silver photo frame on the corner of the desk where she could easily see it when she worked at the computer terminal. Overall, the place was warm but practical and uncluttered- much like Janna.
Janna was sitting in one of the arm chairs, with the lights at half strength and some sort of soft meditational music background. It wasn’t sleep but it was unobtrusive. A mug of coffee in hand, she looked up and smiled at Viyara. “Good afternoon. Grab something to eat or drink if you like and come makes yourself comfortable.”
~Janna Kingston, CNS
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