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SB 157: Ensign Tell's Psych. Evaluation - Counsellor's Temp. Office

Posted July 6, 2020, 9:46 a.m. by Ensign Ralin Tell (Security Officer) (Jamie Moore)

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Ever Zeanar (Chief of Psychiatry) in SB 157: Ensign Tell’s Psych. Evaluation - Counsellor’s Temp. Office

Posted by Ensign Ralin Tell (Security Officer) in SB 157: Ensign Tell’s Psych. Evaluation - Counsellor’s Temp. Office
Ralin Tell had whiled away more hours in the offices of counsellors and therapists than any other cadet in his academy class, at least it had felt that way to him. Rounding the starbase corridors as he made his way to yet another, however, he was anything but fed up. The guidance of these figures had been invaluable in the shaping not only of Ralin’s career but of his very being, a concept he was still far from fully coming to terms with.

The etchings marking out the room designations counted down until he reached his destination. After taking a few seconds to straighten up both himself and his uniform, he took a deep breath and sounded the door chime.

Ensign Ralin Tell - Security

“Enter!” a female voice answered firmly. 

Even before Tell had entered, he would have known the counsellor’s office was an old and unused guest quarters on the ageing space station. Piles of PaDDs stacked precariously on the edge of a desk on the far side of the room directly across from the entrance door. A  chair was pushed under the desk that didn’t look safe enough to support the weight of a small child.  Lights blinked randomly from the LCARS terminal suggested it might not have been functional. In the middle of the room was a brightly multicoloured couch and matching chair separated by a coffee table.  Two clear glasses and a blue beaker of water sat in the middle of the table, surrounded by more PaDDs. 

Sitting on the couch with her legs folded underneath , Ever’s standard uniformed black shoes sat in front of her. Goddess how she hated those ugly things. Bright blue of her uniform top complimented her dark hair that hung straight down across both shoulders to the middle of her back. Looking up to see who was entering her ‘office’, dark unmistakably Betazoid eyes focused in on her guest. Smiling warmly she waited for the young man to introduce himself. 

Lt Commander Ever Zeanar, CoP

After pausing to inspect the environment he was entering, Ralin took a few steps into the room. The wornness around him left him unphased; it was the sharpness and comfort of most Starfleet facilities that continued to amaze the Trill. The gaze of the man’s jade eyes met Ever’s as he announced himself firmly, almost as though he hadn’t yet been noticed. “Ralin Tell, Ensign.” He nodded militarily before immediately raising his eyebrows and raising an arm in a questioning gesture at one of the chairs. The two uses of physical communication were striking in the contrasting attitudes they conveyed.

Ensign Ralin Tell - Security


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