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Side Sim Mental Loops (Atten to Counselor)

Posted May 11, 2021, 2:06 p.m. by Lieutenant Eleyr of House Em'ujo (Chief of Keeping Our Brains Healthy (CNS)) (Trin S)

Posted by Lieutenant Eleyr of House Em’ujo (Chief of Keeping Our Brains Healthy (CNS)) in Side Sim Mental Loops (Atten to Counselor)

Posted by Ensign Emery Mackenzie McCoy (Yeoman/Tailor) in Side Sim Mental Loops (Atten to Counselor)

Posted by Lieutenant Eleyr of House Em’ujo (Chief of Keeping Our Brains Healthy (CNS)) in Side Sim Mental Loops (Atten to Counselor)
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Emery had taken only enough time to set up her bookshelves and set out her tailoring tools on the center shelf the rest held her novels and knick knacks. Her crochet hooks and yarn were in her room. She would work on changing the colors of the furniture and carpeting to her liking later. She pulled her hair into a bun that sat on the back of her head and then after making sure her uniform wasn’t wrinkled she headed out to meet up with the Counselor. She in general didn’t mind counseloring meetings. It was medical she tried to avoid. She never enjoyed being in the medical department seeing another in pain bugged her, plus depending on the doctor the short jokes got old. Rules were rules, she didn’t have to enjoy it to do it.

She found the counseling offices and rang the chime.

Emery Mackenzie McCoy, Yeoman, Tailor (brat cat in disguise)

“Pssst,” a sandpaper rasp ripped through the air, daring to snag Emery’s attention from the chime to the lonely little desk situated just behind her. There, the yeoman — tailor — brat cat in disguise would find a rather large, burly figure cloaked in what appeared to be a quilt. “Yeah, you.” The figure rasped, extending a long, taloned finger through the cloth to beckon Emery closer. “Are you one of those doctor yeomen— the ones hunting people down for exams?”

— Cloaked figure

Emery jumped at the Pssst and spun around, her duel hued eyes wide with surprise, how had she missed seeing the desk and quilted cloaked person, at the raspy query she smiled and shook her head, “Nope I am not part of medical. I am a professional tailor and assigned as yeoman, My name is Emery, and whom would you be?” she asked lightly though the more she spoke the more a Celtic lilt turned her words.

Emery McCoy, Yeoman, Tailor (brat cat in disguise)

“Professional tailour, huh?” The cloaked figure echoed, rubbing what appeared to be their chin. They muttered something about a ‘darning’ but dismissed it with a flick of their wrist. “Oh.. me?” Their fingers crept to the hood of their makeshift cloak. Languidly, as if to preserve the suspense, they pulled the fabric from their face. Inch by inch, it unveiled a distinct cranial ridge, beady brown eyes ablaze with untempered enthusiasm, and a crooked, toothy grin. “I’m Eleyr, daughter of Echego of House Em’ujo,” she extended a taloned hand, “ship’s counsellor.”

Rising to her feet, Eleyr wrapped the quilt firmly about her shoulders and waddled around the desk. Jabbing her head toward her cave office, she asked… “Care to join me inside, tailor?” a slight pause. “I have another quilt.”

— Eleyr, CNS

bump 11/05/2021


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