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SB 157 The Last Post Lounge Meeting Dr. Grayson

Posted Aug. 29, 2020, 3:32 a.m. by Ensign Dr. Mariah Lee Grayson (Psychiatrist) (Lori Miller)

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Ever Zeanar (Chief of Psychiatry) in SB 157 The Last Post Lounge Meeting Dr. Grayson
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“Your age? I think we are about the same in years, but you look like you are in your mid twenties. What’s the secret?” Ever asked as she sat her cup down and added more sweetener. Stirring the dark liquid slowly, counter-clock wise, she tapped off the excess coffee before laying the spoon on the saucer. 

Sheezah appeared once again silently out of nowhere and everywhere at once. Ever wondered if the mysterious waiter (waitress) had a personal transporter or was some vaporous form. She looked up at the silver tray held by Sheezah’s two webbed dark hands and smiled deeply. To her delight the tray was layered with stacks of cookies, finger sized cakes and decorated with chocolate heart shaped pieces. Tarvokian powder cake, icoberry tartes and chocolate fudge were the only ones Ever immediately recognised. The others were arrays of colours, textures and shape of which no doubt held in equal measures a variety of flavours. Towards the front of the tray facing Grayson were two fortune cookies. 

“Well this is a treat. Might have to do some extra laps at the pool later. Thank you Sheezah.” Ever said as she selected a small piece of cake that appeared to be layered with orange and red berries and cream. Sheezah bowed deeply and left again in the blink of an eye. Turning her head slightly to the left, Ever did not even see a trace where the waiter had just been. “I think someone likes you.  This is at least my fifth time in here. Never seen anyone get cakes.” 

Zeanar, CoP

Hearing the compliment about her youthful appearance, Mariah practically blushed. She didn’t exactly consider herself to be particularly baby faced nor did she see herself as particularly ancient. In truth, she didn’t spend much time or energy considering her appearance at all, often focused on her work and her relationships with others outside of herself. “You are right. We are very similar in age with similar experience. I suppose I just feel more ‘ seasoned ‘ at times, especially when I meet people fresh out of the Academy,” she added with a chuckle.

“Seasoned. I like that word. Sounds so much better than mature, or the more dreaded old,” Ever said with a light laugh. She had caught the blush and slight embarrassment from Mariah, but said nothing. Her modesty was endearing and the total opposite of Ever’s vanity and self consciousness. How she admired the woman’s ability to live so easily within her own skin and not constantly finding fault in reflection passed and always observed with criticism. 

By now, Grayson had become somewhat accustomed to the sudden appearance of their unusual server. When the psychiatrist spotted the enticing offerings, she was almost overwhelmed by all of the choices. Naturally, she found herself drawn to the chocolate items on the tray and she served her self a piece of fudge and a piece of cake with delectable dark chocolate frosting. She smiled her thanks for for turning back to her companion. “Well,” she said half seriously, “I was going to tell you my youthful appearance could be attributed to healthy eating and exercise, but then the goodies appeared, and as you might guess, my face and my eyes tell a completely different story.” When they were once again alone, she added conspiratorially, “I think our server is just that good at recognizing my weaknesses, at least.”

“Sheezah is a unique individual. Always seems to be able to read my mind, yet a cannot read any emotions or thoughts from him. Or her. I suspect some sort of telepathic ability beyond my understanding,” Ever said as she cut into the cake and berries. As she raised the fork to her lips, she paused for a moment, “I know what you mean though. Extra laps at the pool for me later. So glad the station has an amazing spa and gym facilities. As for weakness, there are worse and more harmful. “

Before diving into her newly found treats, Grayson asked, “I was excited to meet you today. I wanted to get to know you better and also to find out how you might want to divide the workload? Are there any particular areas you believe I can be particularly helpful?”

~Dr. Mariah Grayson, Psychiatrist

Ever smiled warmly at Mariah. It was hard for either of them to switch off the counsellor part of their brain as she wondered who was interviewing who. Might as well tell the sun not to shine. “I am excited to meet you and get to know you as well. I think we are going to make an amazing team. There is a few things I am hoping you can help me with as I am in the middle of important research for the Starfleet Intelligence Department, I could really use your help with the case loads. As you know by now, we are going to be picking up a lot of new crew members who will need evaluations. So if you could grab the next few of those that would be great. Also, I bumped into a crewman....Ensign Iyun. A young Bajorian science officer. She is having a great deal of difficulty with anxiety and low self esteem. Start her as soon as possible on weekly sessions. And pass me notes once a month please for review. Poor woman is really struggling. Hopefully you can get her some much needed help.”

The fork finally found its way with the cake to Ever’s lips. As the sweetness of the cream and sharpness of the berries tantalised her palate. her eyes lingered over the two fortune cookies. Once, on a date at the Bukit Batok Town Park after a particularly long week at the Academy, Ever had eaten a similar cookie. Though it had tasted more of dough and flour and less sweet than a traditional cookie, it was the small slips of sugared paper like material inside that had fascinated her. Or rather the words written on it in form of a “fortune telling”.  Laying the fork down as she finished the bit of cake, she picked up the cookie closest to her. Placing it between both thumbs and index fingers, she bent and snapped the small brown parcel, catching the sugar paper. What good fortune laid ahead she wondered as she read the words smiling. As her eyes passed over and read the words “He is watching you”, Ever’s smile faded quickly. Quickly scanning the room, a frown etched across her forehead and to the corners of her mouth. Plucking the sugar paper into her mouth, she let the words dissolve. 

Zeanar, CoP

Grayson offered the occasional nod as she listened to Ever describe how she thought it best to divide the workload. She enjoyed research, of course, but she most enjoyed interacting with people to help them overcome challenges, so this division of labor suited her. She would need to review Iyun’s file, but she was already curious as to what could be causing such anxiety and poor self-esteem. Turning her attention back to the moment at hand, Mariah offered, “I will reach out to her right away and I’d be happy to assist with the new crew evaluations.” Uncomfortable silence fell between them as they each attended to their respective food and drink. Grayson was naturally curious about Ever’s topic of research, and she was just about to inquire further, when she saw the frown on the other woman’s face. “Is everything alright?” Grayson wondered what could possibly be upsetting about a fortune cookie fortune.

~Dr. Mariah Grayson, Psychiatrist


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