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Side Sim - Stretching My Legs (Open to all)

Posted June 14, 2021, 3:45 p.m. by Lieutenant Commander Isyme zh'Siaqir (Assistant Chief Medical Officer) (Trin S)

Posted by Ensign Dr. Mariah Lee Grayson (Psychiatrist) in Side Sim - Stretching My Legs (Open to all)
Doctor Mariah Grayson smiled at two passing crewman in engineering gold as they passed her in the corridor on her daily walk. Selfishly, Grayson made time for a daily walk about just to give her time and space away from her office. Such a change of scenery gave her an opportunity to clear her head and even gain clarity when thinking about the needs of the crew or a particular session she had just conducted.

Of course, such sojourns could also be beneficial professionally, as a lot could be deduced about the state of an entire crew just by making her way around while trying to be present but not overly intrusive.

Unlike a lot of medical professionals who could count on being sought out fairly regularly if for nothing more than because they could provide relief for pain that could be physically ignored for very long, therapists like herself needed to be seen to be perceived as accessible and not just someone to see as punishment or as an inevitability.

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~Doctor Mariah Grayson, Psychiatrist

OOC Lori: I thought I’d get a simple thread going just to interact with anyone who wishes while I wait for my other thread partners to reply. Anyone game? My goal is to make Mariah less of a wallflower. :-)

OOC: Lovely idea! I’m sure Zahir wouldn’t mind chatting with her. Haha!
IC:

Isyme rounded the corner, her son strolling at her side with a smile broader than the Tarantula Nebula. His voice rang out like animated chatter, cerulean limbs thrown every way to bring sense to his words. Though she strived to keep pace with his tongue, Isyme grasped only tangled blips and a remarkable spirit. But she didn’t mind. She cherished her son’s enthusiasm, not with words, but rhythmic bobs of her head and an infallible smirk-like grin.

That was until something — or someone — distracted Zahir from his babble.

Before she could comprehend the change, Zahir tugged away to seek a fellow stroller before she passed. He approached with a pep in his step and his aura saturated with friendliness and youthful positivity. Isyme hadn’t the chance to interrupt as a greeting fell from his lips. “Hiya!” She heard him say from her mere distance. “How are you?”

— Isyme and Zahir Siaqir


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