Posted Feb. 27, 2023, 12:22 p.m. by Ensign Taban Seltok Brook (Scientist) (Amdirgol S)
Posted by Ensign Taban Seltok Brook (Scientist) in CNS’s Office - Psych Checkup - Ensign Brook
Posted by Lieutenant Siennadye Nox (Counselor) in CNS’s Office - Psych Checkup - Ensign Brook
Posted by Ensign Taban Seltok Brook (Scientist) in CNS’s Office - Psych Checkup - Ensign Brook
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Taban wandered the halls of the Europa, working his way towards his next check-in appointment. It was all so different, so much more than the Baum. He did miss the familiarity of the old ship, but here, on the cutting edge of exploration and discovery - here was where he belonged.
He lingered a moment in the mess hall by a viewport, watching the stars streak by. He silently mouthed the famous words by Zefram Cochrane, “to boldly go where no one has gone before.” He took a breath, a slight smile working its way onto his face, and made his way to the counselor’s office.Ens. Brook
OOC: Sorry I missed this!
The door opened automatically, ready to receive her next appointment, an ideological ensign according to his record. She smiled up at him as he entered her office. She was behind her desk, directly opposite the door. To his right, there was a sitting area with a couch and two chairs sitting opposite. They were comfortably stuffed and not particularly Star Fleet issue. A coffee table sat between the three ready to receive a tray of tea or a guest’s drinks and snacks. Behind the couch was a large window looking out at the stars as they zipped by. On the far wall on the right, a piece of art hung. A piece of driftwood was mounted parallel to the ceiling. Hanging from it on nearly invisible cord was strings of glass looking shards of all colors, shapes and curvatures. To the right of that was two small glass shelves. One had a statue of the USS Korolev and several books. The other had a glass flute displayed.
“Ah! Ensign Brook. Please come in and take a seat. Can I be stereotypical and ask if you would like a tasty beverage?” The counselor was a obviously Betazoid, with dark eyes and dark hair. She seemed light and uncomplicated, the only adornment a single wedding band of gold on her ring finger.
Nox, CNS
Taban crossed over to the chair offered him and sat, crossing one leg over the other and clasping his hands in his lap. “Kava juice, please,” he requested, eyes darting around and taking in the room. Refocusing on the woman in front of him, he smiled and asked, “What would you like to start with, counselor?”
Ens. Brook
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