Posted April 10, 2019, 11:04 a.m. by Ensign Maximilian Woolley (Medical Officer) (Tim Olivieri)
Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Chandel (Chief Diplomatic Officer) in Ensign Wooley Check-in w/ Chief Diplomacy Officer
Posted by Ensign Maximilian Woolley (Medical Officer) in Ensign Wooley Check-in w/ Chief Diplomacy Officer
Max was just starting to feel settled in his new sickbay. His comfort with Magellan increasing with every moment he spent around the familiar sights and sounds of the clinic. It wasn’t long, of course, before he received a tap on the shoulder and a gentle reminder that he had neglected his check-in with the CDO. Thus, Max had a break from his newly assigned duties to tend to that requirement.Max always felt a bit off whenever outside of sickbay during a shift. Like a kid skipping school. There was a vague feeling that he actually was supposed to be somewhere, sickbay as it were, but was out gallivanting instead. Max, of course, knew this was incorrect. Just a slight bit of anxiety he had dealt with his whole life through meditation and art and working hard in school and now as a fully credentialed physician.
As he approached the CDO’s office and chimed the door to alert the occupant of his presence he shifted a bit and adjusted his uniform tunic. It was more of a fidget than a necessary adjustment as was the shifting of his PaDD and a few other small items from one hand to the other.
Dr. (Ensign) Max Woolley, Medical
“Come!” Came the distracted call from within. When the doors whooshed open Woolley would see an office strewn about with boxes. An ornate old fashioned wooden desk was positioned somewhere behind most of them with a couple of comfortable chairs in front of it. There was also, to the left, an area reached by a few steps down packed with crates and comfortable couch, chairs and a sand garden coffee table in the middle. A rather harried looking Counselor/Diplomatic Officers stood in the middle of the chaos with a turban wrapping her head that matched the robe/gown she was wearing. Her skin was a deep, dark ebony with fathomless dark eyes that peered out with a gleam of irony in them. Pictures leaned up against some of the crates.
“Doctor!” Chandel said with a broad smile as she saw him.”I am so sorry, I was hoping to have some of this cleared for our meeting but as you can see I was delayed. If you don’t mind talking while I work a bit feel free to come in.” She said.Counselor Chandel
Max was caught somewhat off guard by the boxes and crates. His exposure to Starfleet spaces thus far had revealed often minimalist tendencies. That initial dissonance was soon cast aside as he looked to the smiling Counselor/Diplomatic Officer as she stood among her unpacked possessions. His first tentative steps inside were replaced with bolder strides as he closed the gap between them.
“Greetings, Counselor” he said with a smile. His own mood involuntarily elevated by Chandel’s smile and greeting he took another look around before making eye contact once again. “Yes, of course. No apologies necessary. I’m happy to talk now. Please, don’t let me keep you from your work as we do.” Max looked around, unsure of where he should relocate himself physically or how this conversation might progress with the counselor multitasking but did not seem perturbed by either prospect.
Dr. Max Woolley, Medical Officer
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