Posted Feb. 7, 2020, 10:23 p.m. by Lieutenant Commander Royal Sinclair (Chief of Security) (James Sinclair)
Posted by Lieutenant Corinne Dalton/SARAH (Ships AI/Avatar) in Pre-Sim: Doctor? Don’t mind if I do…
Posted by Lieutenant Commander Royal Sinclair (Counselor) in Pre-Sim: Doctor? Don’t mind if I do…
Posted by Lieutenant Commander Royal Sinclair (Counselor) in Pre-Sim: Doctor? Don’t mind if I do…
Posted by… suppressed (2) by the Post Ghost! 👻(snip)
Cori grinned slightly and considered him for a moment before she shook her head. “No, I don’t think so. If I hadn’t kept losing family I think I’d probably not know myself. Can’t be that strange a thing, can it? After all, I’m not the psychologist,” she said grinning more before sipping her drink.
~Corinne Dalton
Putting on as comical an air of haughtiness as he could muster, Royal said “That’s Doctor of Psychology and Xeno-psychology to you, Madame.” and then let out a soft ‘bah’ as he waggled his fingers dismissively. He then laughed out loud and shook his head. “Oh, I’m sure there is some kind of psychological disorder associated with it, but screw it… I’m off the clock.” and he took another a drink.
Sinclair, CNS
“Isn’t there something against self-diagnosis anyway?” Cori said, her already vibrant eyes lighting up for a moment.
Chewing on her lower lip for a moment, she twirled her holographic drink in her hand. “Okay, so I know you’re not on the clock and while I’m asking my friend, I do realize that my friend has a particular skill set and knowledge applicable here. Can I pick your professional brain for a moment?” she said, suddenly feeling anxious.
~Corinne Dalton
Taking another drink, Royal nodded his head and then, after swallowing, said “Always. Hit me. What ya got?”
Sinclair, CNS
Corinne drew in a breath and then slowly exhaled, puffing out her cheeks slightly. “That night I came to see you in your quarters, after Jarred had come to see me and I was really upset. Well, before he arrived I had been going through some crates looking for something.” Cori paused could feel the strange anxiety in her, both real and entirely a figment.
Eyes cast downwards. “The crates have held all my personal effects. Stuff that was put into storage after the Douwd trapped me in the computer and everyone thought I was gone. This was before you suggested I get my own quarters. I was going through them to look for something and I can’t find it. There’s a missing crate and I’m not sure if it’s just been misplaced or lost entirely. But…” Cori took a deep and looked up at him, on the verge of tears. “They’re gone… my ballet slippers. I can’t find them anywhere. And it’s so stupid because they’re just slippers but, Royal, they’re the only thing left of my life before Starfleet. Of life on Ajilon. I know I’ve grown and changed and maybe it’s wrong to hold onto that, but I don’t know. I’m not sure if I can give them up. Or if I even want to.”
~Corinne Dalton
Without missing a beat, Royal simply said “Why would you want to give them up? They are a treasured possession. We humans are funny about sentimental items from our past. Seriously, have you seen my quarters? Those models are so impractical it’s ridiculous. But I want them, so I pack them up every move and make sure they are safe. Because I like them. They remind of the past, and the people I have lost. It gives me a tangible reminder of them. And where I come from.” and he cocked his head at her and smiled. “It’s perfectly normal, Corinne. You’re only human.”
Sinclair, CNS
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