Posted by Ensign André Montanari (Scientist) in André’s Psychological Evaluation [Alternate Timeline]

Posted by Lieutenant Siennadye Nox (Counselor) in André’s Psychological Evaluation [Alternate Timeline]

Posted by Ensign André Montanari (Scientist) in André’s Psychological Evaluation [Alternate Timeline]
Thunk.

The silence of the night was pierced by a substantially booming noise of a heavy tome crashing to the ground, directly from the bookshelf which held André’s textbooks and other miscellaneous trinkets that had been hurriedly stacked upon his arrival. Clearly, he had more important matters on his mind at the time of his boarding than the pesky physics behind why gravity makes things fall to the ground. Unfortunately, this had encouraged the forces of nature to attract some obscenely oversized classical physics textbook to the deck, in a stunning display of natural irony.

The Ensign remained perversely oblivious to the audial intrusion, his body seemingly entombed in the catatonic state - the first sign that perhaps something was not quite right. Although the physicist’s physical form remain frozen, his mind was nothing if not racing; an eclectic selection of images, sounds, and even olfactory sensations rushed through Montanari’s mind at a blinding pace. At once, a flurry of scenarios entered his mind that were slightly less than savoury, slowly creeping lower and lower on the scale to which one might find something morally acceptable, until…

André awoke from his series of nightmares suddenly - torn out of the dark void and horrors by the grip of the shrill tones that constituted his alarm. This was his first night on the Europa; how fitting, then, that his first appointment of the day was with none other than the ship’s counsellor?

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The Italian pulled on a ‘newly pressed’ uniform replicated moments ago, which hugged the ensign’s form neatly and conservatively. How much we take for granted, a replicator which can tailor uniforms specifically to fit our measurements? André derailed his train of thought, before it delivered him far from the destination that was Lt. Nox’s office, and into some fantastic land of procrastination. Picking up the PADD he had strategically placed on the table near the exit of his quarters, Montanari shook the exceedingly frivolous thoughts from his head, whilst making his way to deck 6.

Arriving at the door of the ship’s counsellor, the scientist checked the time once more - not a minute too soon for his appointment, nor late - before tapping the chime, to allow the CNS to know he was present for his evaluation, at her leisure.

Ensign André Montanari,
Scientist

“Come in.” Came the strained and muffled voice. The door opened for the Ensign as easily as any would. Once inside, he would see that the Counselor was rather preoccupied in an unusual manner. She was splayed across her couch, one leg barely touching the ground and the other on the armrest pivoting her body up and over half the couch’s back. One hand was holding onto the back of the couch and the other was behind the couch with her head. She was obviously doing something behind the regulation couch. There along one half of the long window was a glass sculpture. Strings extended from the ceiling to the floor behind the couch. Along each string was a myriad of colored glass pieces. Each was different than the others an strung in such a way that given a certain type of lighting, would show a rainbow riot of color on the wall. With each movement of the Counselor, the strings would move and clink against one another in a pretty soft sound. She was grunting and growing more frustrated by the moment.

The science officer glanced through the doors with little expectation for anything out of the ordinary as he took a step forward - an assumption that would have him quite taken aback when first surveying the room with a more watchful eye. Raising an eyebrow at the bizarre state of the counsellor, and the way she had herself positioned on the lounge, the ensign thought it only best to perhaps stand just inside the doorway, until Nox gave him some active and enthusiastic indication that she was comfortable with him walking in on such an… intriguing scenario. The officer cleared his throat to yet again remind the counsellor he was present, before standing at a relaxed but subordinate pose, about half a metre in from the doorway - making sure to lower his raised eyebrow, as not to accidentally insult her seeming eccentricity.

Finally giving up for the time being, she lifted her head and torso up to look at her next appointment. Hair had come loose, dark and silky straight, from her bun. She was breathing hard but gave him a smile. “I swear I have no idea how she did it before. They just aren’t fitting. Maybe the room she had was different enough that it slid into place but I can’t see how to make it work without some real modification.” Sienna seemed as if she didn’t know who the Ensign was and that he would obviously know who ‘she’ was, going about as though they did not have an appointment.

Failing to restrain his eyebrow from being raised yet again, a puzzled look swept over the scientist’s face. He tried his hardest to connect the very few pieces of information he had with what absolute minimum he knew of the Europa and the counsellor herself - and was coming to the conclusion that either he (or the CNS!) must have been going slightly mad… or André had been mistaken for an entirely different officer. With nothing else to go on, Montanari had but one option: an inquisitively tone rang through as he spoke but two words, “She, sir?”

She pushed herself to her feet and off the couch with a grunt and a sigh, saying seemingly to herself, “Maybe I should get engineering to help. Perhaps some fabrication? like a… what do you call those?” She looked at Andre with the question and gesturing with her hands that he should answer… “You know, those things that you put under legs of furniture so that they make the furniture sit evenly?”

Nox, CNS

Scratching his head and craning his neck in a polite pondering manner, the Italian attempted to decipher what exactly Nox had meant. Raising yet another blank (so much for being some brilliant scientific mind, it seemed…), André endeavoured to answer his superior’s question, albeit in a significantly clumsily fashion. “Well, sir… I don’t think it– I don’t believe it has another name? ‘A thing that you put under a furniture leg so that the piece of furniture sits evenly’ is probably the best I could come up with, myself. Though I’m a physicist, not an engineer, sir.”

Ensign André Montanari,
Scientist

OOC: a shim?