Posted Dec. 7, 2021, 11:25 a.m. by Lieutenant Commander Janusz Korczak (Counselor) (James Sinclair)
Posted by Ensign Mike Jones (Doctor) in Checking in Counselors office
Mike had but one more stop to make before getting any permanent assignments from his DH . That was of course now with the ship’s Counselor. Most people found this a tedious task with some fellow you never met trying to poke around inside of the attic of your brain , as if he smelled a dead raccoon up there or something .He always remembered what his Great Grandfather had said on the issue of Counselors. “Boy the trouble with us and Counselors, or pretty much anyone that doesn’t live where we live is that we’re pretty much crazy as heck to begin with! It’s a kind of crazy that they won’t ever understand so they’ll more times than not say we have poetic souls or something like that!
Mike’s only drawback with Counselors had ever been that Mike was a happy soul who loved people and loved to meet anyone new. This of course led to him being really talkative. This in turn led to him asking questions when the Counselors thought they should be asking some.
So it was that Mike walked on into the Counselors office whistling an old tune that didn’t really seem to have much of a rhythm to it. But Mike had a spring to his step as if the blossoms had just opened in the low pasture in springtime. Something that if all the stories were true rarely happened in Counselor offices.
The door slid open silently to a room much different than most of the ship. It seemed the Counselor was at least proficient at making the space less ‘clinical’.
The office was obviously different from the rest of the ship. It had the feel more of an old fashioned den or study than an office. It was lit in a more subdued manner than the rest of the ship by wall mounted lights; and bookcases now lined one wall, filled with copies and originals of many texts on many different subjects and in more than a few languages. The desk was moved, set against the opposite wall facing away from the corner, window to the left of a person seated at the desk and allowing for a large open space in the middle. Here there was a couch and a few chairs, one chair which sat in front of and facing away from the desk. A low table graced the middle of the area, and on it was a small bowl filled with softly glowing crystals. Pictures hung on the walls, some were even old photographs.
The man seated at the desk was wholly plain looking. So plain looking in fact that he may have been overlooked entirely except for the fact that he wore actual glasses on his face.
Korczak rose and said “Ensign Jones, I take it? A pleasure. I am Lieutenant Commander Korczak.” and he held out his hands to the new arrival. “Please, have a seat. Would you care for anything to drink?” he asked politely. The man’s voice was clear and easy to understand, but his accent was certainly unique… as if two wholly unrelated accents were vying for supremacy, but neither one was dominant.
Korczak, CNS
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