Posted March 13, 2019, 1:39 a.m. by Lieutenant Commander Royal Sinclair (Counselor) (James Sinclair)
Posted by Ensign Saatynn (Science Officer) in Pre sim-Psych eval
Saatynn walked himself through what he called a ‘waking mental exercise’ as he made his way to the CNS’s office. This one was one of Surak’s teachings, a visualization of what you want to be, and what your goals are. This was one of Linna’s many attempts to get him to follow the ways of logic, but of course he twisted it. He saw four happy Vulcan children expressing their emotions without fear of ridicule, while he and Linna looked on.He stopped his mental exploration of what might be, when he neared the CNS’s door, ringing the chime.
Ens Saatynn
OOC: My apologies. I didn’t see this!
A male voice with a pronounced Scottish brogue said “Come in please, it’s open.” and the doors slid open to reveal the Counselor’s office.
Decorated in a warm and calming manner, the office was welcoming and not at all like the rest of the offices on board. The desk had been moved to the corner of the space where the bulkhead met the outer hull’s windows, opening the office space up for a seating area large enough to hold more than the single individual that most often came to talk with the ship’s Counselor. A couch and a few chairs were set around a small table, on which sat a crystal bowl filled with multicolored glass beads that seemed to have a small amount of internal light inside them. Two chairs sat facing the desk, probably allowing for more formal conversations or for administrative needs.
Low bookcases lined the walls, each one closed with a glass fronted door with brass hinges, in which sat some real books, many notebooks, and a few bookends of various sizes and shapes. On the wall behind the desk were several pictures on either side of a display case. Each shelf was filled with a few items the young officer seated at the desk had collected so far; but on the top shelf prominently sat a single item housed in a rounded glass display: The Star Fleet Marine Corps Distinguished Service Cross.
The officer himself was something of an anomaly as far as Counselors went, as well. Seated at the desk, the human male was still striking in size. Broad shoulders seemed to fill out the blue uniform of the Medical and Science section in a manner that seemed to contradict the norm, and the broad chest was obviously well-muscled. Bright blue eyes looked up from a handsome face graced with a warm smile. Blonde hair cut more akin to a Security officer or Marine topped his visage, and Lieutenant Commander pips on the collar seemed to contrast starkly to the man’s youthful appearance.
Looking at the figure in the doorway, Sinclair said “Hello, Ensign. May I help you?”
Sinclair, CNS
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