Posted July 20, 2020, 5:47 p.m. by Ensign Three of Five (William McRaven) (Engineering Officer) (Rusty Boshankles)
Posted by Lieutenant Revna Edman (Counselor) in Pre-Sim Psych check in (tag: Counselor)
Posted by Ensign Three of Five (William McRaven) (Engineering Officer) in Pre-Sim Psych check in (tag: Counselor)
The Ex-Borg, Three of Five was getting his room all set up. He had plush figures of all types all around the room. In his desk, he had yarn, and threading to make more. The figures almost seemed life like. There were some that looked like Vulcans, Klingons, and Andorians. Even the clothing on them resembled actual outfits/uniforms that they would wear. Some had starfleet uniforms and insignia on them. When Three of Five was done organizing, he left his quarters and headed to the Counselor’s office. He stood outside his door, waiting to be welcomed in.
Ensign Three of Five, engineerRevna was in her office waiting for her appointment with Three of Five. She suddenly wondered why Star Fleet medical didn’t have a psychiatric division specifically for helping former drones re-acclimate to life outside the hive. They had medical training for removing the implants and cybernetics, why not training for this? She pushed that aside for a thought for another day. At the chime she walked over to the door to open it. “Hello, Ensign. Welcome, please come in. I’m Lt. Revna Edman. It’s nice to meet you.” She offered her hand.
Upon entering the office it was very subdued. The harsh grays and blues that came standard were replaced by earth tones of browns, bronzes, greens, yellows, oranges, and deep reds. There were several areas to sit, couches, chairs, floor pillows. There didn’t appear to be a desk anywhere. The shelves were filled with pieces of art and memorabilia that honored her heritage. The pictures were a mix of landscapes and abstracts, carefully placed around the room so as not to clash with each other. The shelves also included an array of different objects, from singing bowls, to art supplies, to mandalas. There was also a computer interface to allow patients to choose the background noise of their choice.
She wasn’t sure if he still thought of nourishment as a requirement or as social. She’d read his record and given how long he had been separated from the collective, she adhered to the social custom. “Would you like anything to drink, En?”
Lt. Edman, Counselor
“Water will do fine, Ma’am.” he replied as he looked around her office. “I like this office.” He said.
Ensign Three of Five, engineer
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