Posted Jan. 9, 2019, 8:18 a.m. by Lieutenant Junior Grade Vora Zorell (Scientist) (Lindsay B)
Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Vora Zorell (Scientist) in CNS Office- Adolescent Woes
Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Vora Zorell (Scientist) in CNS Office- Adolescent Woes
Posted by Lieutenant Siennadye Nox (Counselor) in Zorell Quarters- Adolescent Woes
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“I know,” she told her son softly. “Alright, well, regardless of what the commander believes is a good next step for you, I have my own for us. I’m going to make us an appointment with the counsellor.”
“The counsellor? Not again! Do we have to?”
“You tell me,” she said sternly. “I wasn’t the one who lost me temper yet again and almost ended up in the brig. I get the anger Jerrin. I’ve had a lot of it myself over the years, but you’ve got to find a better way to deal with it or we all lose. So you’re going with me whether you like it or not.”
He knew better to argue and just got to his feet. “Fine,” he muttered. “I’m going to my room now, unless you object.”
She gestured to the door. “Go ahead. I’m sure you have school work that could require your attention and if you don’t I’ll find some.”
Jerrin didn’t say anything more and a moment later Vora was alone in their living space. She sighed heavily and leaned back on the sofa. It was one thing for him to direct his anger at her (even if she didn’t always understand why), but it was another for him to inflict it on the crew. All she knew was that they needed to get a handle on it as soon as possible before something worse happens. She tapped her combadge. =/\=Zorell to Counsellor Nox. Do you have room for an appointment today?=/\=
~Vora & Jerrin
Siennadye looked up from her computer display at the comm click and Vora’s voice coming through seeming perhaps… resigned? Frowning, she wondered what Zorell could have issue with when Commander Range’s message popped up on her screen about Jerrin’s incident. Due to this interruption, it took her a long moment before she could respond to the woman. =/\=OH. Yes Lt. Zorell, I have time in about two hours to receive you and I am guessing your son?=/\=
Nox, CNS
Vora inwardly sighed. News travels fast. =/\=Yes, both of us. I appreciate you fitting us in. We’ll be there in two hours.=/\=
At the allotted time, Vora arrived at Nox’s office door with her recalcitrant son next to her. Like most Tenraith males, he was tall, standing only a bit short than Vora by this point and only at an approximate developmental age that would equate to a Human male around 16 or 17. Though darker, Jerrin’s hair was beginning to get longer and form a mass, much like his mother’s used to be before she cut it shorter. And though there were things that were different, it was clear Jerrin’s looks took after his mother’s.
“Try to be cooperative and say more than one word answers, will you?” she said in the Tenraith language, trying to not sound entirely exasperated.
“I will attempt to expound in an exemplary manner befitting the situation.”
“Don’t be glib,” Vora said, trying her best not to snap at him as she pressed the chime.
~Vora & Jerrin
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