Posted March 21, 2023, 1:02 a.m. by Ensign Taban Seltok Brook (Scientist) (Amdirgol S)
Posted by Ensign Taban Seltok Brook (Scientist) in CNS’s Office - Psych Checkup - Ensign Brook
[snip!]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(apologies: family emergency has had me quite occupied)
She went to the replicator gathering his drink order and her own, hibiscus hot tea. She brought the tray to the coffee table and set it down just as the dark pink hibiscus flower was starting to bloom in the hot water of the tea pot, turning the water to a slightly warmer tone of pink over time.
She smiled as she worked to prepare her tea cup with cream and a syrup of some kind. “I suppose if I started stereotypical that I should continue in that vein for now. How are you settling in?”
Nox, CNS
(No worries!)“Fairly well,” Taban said. “It’s a bit smaller here, but I think I prefer that. Less people I don’t know at all, closer access to the labs.” He sipped at his juice. “I feel more like I belong here.”
Ens. Brook
Bump!
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