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Psch check-in

Posted Aug. 4, 2020, 9:46 p.m. by Lieutenant Revna Edman (Counselor) (Jennifer Ward)

Posted by Lieutenant Revna Edman (Counselor) in Psch check-in

Posted by Commander D’Vash Odinson (Chief Intelligence Officer) in Psch check-in

Posted by Lieutenant Revna Edman (Counselor) in Psch check-in
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Having completed the rest of his check-ins, D’vash made his way to the counselors office. Lt. Edman was another recent addition to the Atlantis’ crew and he looked forward to meeting her. He had gone over her personnel file (as an intel officer should) and had discovered they had something in common: their Nordic heritage, though D’vash’s was a bit diluted with Orion blood.

The CIO had no problem finding the counseling suites located on the port side of Deck 11. His previous ship had been the USS Olympic, also a Mythology class.

He stepped into the main reception area and checked with receptionist. The ensign behind the desk looked up and smiled. “Good afternoon, Commander. How can I help you?”

“I’m here for my check -in with Lt. Edman. 1400 hours. Cmdr. Odinson.”

“Thank you, sir. You’re all checked in. I’ll let the lieutenant know you’re here.” She commed the counselor’s office and informed her of the new arrival. “She’ll be with you in just a moment, Commander.”

“Thank you,” D’vash replied. He stepped away from the desk and waited patiently, admiring the artwork displayed on the walls. . . .

Odinson (CIO)

Revna answered the comm and then got to her feet. She’d reviewed D’vash Odinson’s file and was unsurprised to find he had Nordic heratige. She walked over to door. “Cmdr. Odinson, it’s a pleasure to meet you. Come in.” Revna walked back into her office. 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.

“Please have a seat Cmdr. I’m Lt. Revna Edman. Would you like a drink?”

Lt. Edman, Counselor

D’vash followed her into the office and replied to her inquiry. “Yes, I would, as a matter of fact. Grape Kool-aid, please. It’s already been programmed into the ship’s replicators.”

Revna nodded and requested 2 glasses. She walked back over and handed him a glass. “I haven’t had this since I was a kid. I hope you don’t mind if I join you.” She raised her glass slightly in salute, “Skol, brother.” A Nordic greeting for good health, and she took a sip of her drink. Revna choose her favorite chair and sat down.

“Skol,” he said in return. “You’re a true Norwegian, aren’t you? I don’t think I’ve heard that phrase since. . . . . I don’t know when.”

Revna nodded, “I was born and raised on Bømlo.” She smiled, “Well you should hear it more often now. My sister and I are both on board and we are very,” she grinned, “loud about our heritage.”

In a gentlemanly manner, he waited until she returned with the drink and waited until Revna took a seat. His eyes, gazing around the room were taking in every detail. “The paintings? Are they yours?” His gaze returned to her face as she answered.

Odinson (CIO)

Revna shook her head without turning to look at them. “No, I sketch some, but I have no talent for it. Certainly not painting. I just really liked them.” She took another sip of her drink. “Do you paint or just enjoy looking?”

Lt. Edman

He chuckled at her question. “Strictly an observer. My artistic abilities go about as far as stick men and lollipop trees.” He spotted one particular painting of an area of mountains and moved in too get a closer look. Pulling away, he moved over and took a seat on one of the couches.

“That painting there, the one I was just looking at, looks very familiar. You wouldn’t happen to know if that’s Varingskollen Resort, would you?”

OOC: Just making an edit.

Odinson (CIO)

“Yes actually it is Varingskollen. I purchased the painting when I visited there with my family when I was…oh about 14. The mountain is…well there is nothing quite like it. It can make you believe in the Ice Giants that Thor and Odin fought off,” Revna chuckles.

“This is quite the coincidence. What do you think the odds are that we met at that time? That chalet,” he said pointing at the picture, “is owned by my grandparents and I grew up there. If you were 14, that had to put me at about. . . 7 or 8? Don’t worry, I’ll keep your age a secret. Us intel people are good with secrets.”

Revna laughed, “Us counselors are too.” She looked at D’Vash intently, her mind working. She got up and walked over to the shelving unit and opened a compartment at the bottom pulling out a PaDD designed for photos. She swiped across the screen several times. Her facial expression reflecting the memories the photos invoked. She walked back over and handed it to D’Vash after landing on a particular set of photos. On the first picture were two girls, identical, copper eyes and blonde hair, wearing the white and green trimmed dresses typical of the May Day rites, large bonfires were lit up in the background. Next to them was a young boy, with dark brown hair and blue eyes. Swiping through there would be around 20 pictures showing the same three children.

“It’s you isn’t it?”

D’vash scrutinized each picture carefully. When he looked up at Revna, he was slack-jawed. “This is. . . there is no way. . . I remember this. That’s you and your twin sister. I followed you two around like a puppy dog the whole time you were there. I remember doing everything I could to get your attention. You two were sooo pretty.” He shook his head in disbelief.

The pictures of course would show he had gotten their attention. The three had been inseparable that whole trip. Revna smirked a little. She wouldn’t say it out loud but she remember that little boy, and him telling her and Runa how pretty they were, over and over. “We were always supposed to go back, but it never happened.” Two years later the Breen had attacked Earth and going on vacation hadn’t meant anything to Revna anymore. “And now to really surprise you, Runa is here too. She came on board as a civilian teacher.”

A part of Revna felt bad because when she’d read the name it hadn’t sparked a memory, but it hadn’t for D’vash either. Time dulls the memories some times. “And now what are the chances we are together again, on a ship named for a legendary city of the northern oceans?”

He got comfortable on the couch. “What questions can I answer for you?”

“I’ve worked with Intel officers before, and the range of experiences and perceptions. And they were all at the end of their time with Intel. Tell me, how do you feel about it? Do you enjoy it, are you ready to be done with it? Is it something you wanted, or was it thrust upon you?” Those questions could be applied, really, to anyone in any department. Revna had worked with several disenchanted Intel officers over the years, and had even been given security clearance to be able to work with some of them. Out of all the specialized departments in Star Fleet, Intelligence had her most respect and made her give the most side eyes.

“Actually, I am looking forward to getting back into the field. I didn’t mind being the XO of the Olympic, but I was getting restless. Her decommissioning came at the right time. I could’ve returned, taken an XO position on another ship, or taken this position. When command told me the Atlantis was looking for a chief of intel, I said sign me up.”

“You really like working for intelligence? I can’t say that I’m surprised.” The boy she’d known had never missed a thing, he’d loved puzzles and had come up with some of the craziest plans that were sure to have gotten them in trouble, if they had been caught.

“Tell me Cmdr. you’ve only recently arrived on board just shortly before me. Any advice for another new officer?”
Lt. Edman, Counselor
OOC: Look what you made me do. I had to edit a mistake, too. Inconceivable!

OOC: I do no’ think it means what you think it means!!
OOC: Never go against a Sicilian when death is on the line!

D’vash rubbed the ever-present stubble on his chin and considered her question.

“As the ship’s counselor, people will come to you and tell you that they are broken. Let them know that nothing is completely broken. For example, even a broken clock is right twice a day.”

Odinson (CIO)

That wasn’t exactly what Revna meant, she was actually speaking in general the ship as a community, but she liked his answer. Revna’s gaze seemed far away, his words reflecting her feelings about her work in trauma counseling. “No one is broken, just lost. I’ll make sure they find their way back.” Her gaze refocuses and she sips the grape kool-aid. “What about your position, here on Atlantis, bothers you the most?”
Lt. Edman, Counselor

“I haven’t been here long enough for anything about the Atlantis to bother me, yet.I’m sure there will be something sooner or later, there always is. . . about the only thing that really bothers me is the same thing that has always bothered me about Intelligence.”

He took a drink of his Kool-aid and smiled as he set the glass back down. “Ahh. That hits the spot.”

“Many people have pre-conceived notion about intelligence operatives. They see us as the bad guys and we’re on a ship to bring someone down. That we’re out to expose someone. That’s not intel, that’s internal affairs. Many think the two are one in the same . . and we’re not”

Odinson (CIO)

“I’ve worked with both and I’ll take intel over IA any day. But I don’t envy IA the job they have to do. Everyone is suspect, especially those that are supposed to be your support and crew. Of course I’ve heard more horrifying stories from Intel officers. But it’s not a contest.” She sipped at her drink. “But yes many people make that mistake. I think the worst thing I’ve ever seen is that those who are not aware of what Intel does expecting the officers to just drop the knowledge, habits, and skills that made them so successful during their work. Like it is something you can just walk away from with a clean slate.” Revna shakes her head, “So that leads to the question of, what will you do when you are done?”

Lt. Edman, Counselor

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