Posted by Ensign David Harrington (Doctor) in Pre sim: CNS Office - Psych Evaluation
It was a strange feeling walking through the hallway of the Viking. With the way the shadows seemed to reach out to him trying to suck him in, it almost felt like he was the only living being on a ghost ship. Even the crew were… strange. He’d expected to elect a few stares from the other crew members he passed, but he’d recieved nothing of the sort. Rather his rough looks almost fitted in along with everyone else. He vaugly remembered a passing comment Harry had made about it being a ship fill of regects, Star-fleets cast offs and what not. He hadn’t believed her then, but a part of him wondered if maybe she had been right. He was now here after all. Mentally he shook his head, although his face maintained it’s neutrality. He should be focusing on the task at hand, which was finding the Counselors office.

The Counselor was always the first place David went to on a ship. As a personal rule, he liked to get both of his evaluations done before meeting his superior officer, although being a doctor, he had frequently killed two birds with one stone (so to speak) by getting his pyshical done when he reported in. Logically it meant that his Psychological was done first. And with one of the conditions of his return to Star-Fleet had been that he see one regularly, he was eager now more than ever to meet the person who was unlucky enough to have to delve into the mind of David Harrington.

Abrutly he stopped walking and looked about him. He knew he was on the right deck, but as he looked around himself to get his bearings, he had a sinking feeling that he’d over shot the mark. Turning around he retraced his steps, paying more attention to where he was going now. He’d politely already radioed ahead to let the Counselor know what time to expect him and he hoped that this wouldn’t make him late. Rounding the corner of the corridor, he found he had indeed overshot by at least three doorways, and he quickly hurried to ring the chime.

Ens. Harrington
Doctor

Nestled into the foreboding hallways of the Viking, a dark shadow looming over the door where a light had finally met its last straw, the counselor’s office remained. It was a sinister place, by outwardly appearance, several of the surrounding rooms vacant of inhabitants, many chased away for reasons the Counselor dare not share.. or dare not ask. But the woman who rested beyond those doors, her fingers tapping away at the monitor at her desk, somehow had yet to be chased away by the creatures prowling those halls late at night, when she felt trapped in her office, knowing it the safest place to be.

Obediently, the doors departed at his chime, but not without the screech of it’s aftershock sounding painfully into the counselor’s sensitive ears. She always knew when a new arrival had come, for they chose that murderous chime over the preferable knock she encouraged others to try. Beyond those doors, rested a quaint little office, where the replicator remained useless, two years after she had originally requested its maintenance. It was her own section of nothing, nestled into her corner of nowhere, where she very rarely invited people to be. You could say she was one of the few counselors who preferred house calls.

It held a standard set up, that small room, a couch resting to the far left, accompanied by a slim coffee table and two matching chairs. Upon the furthermost cushion, a peite, calico creature was hidden partially by the pillow she slept upon, her presence often going unnoticed by those who came and went. The walls were decorated with pieces of art drawn by her by a few of the children on board, or pictures of her family and friends, a few awards dancing here and there, but she chose not to mention them. The desk was somewhat centered, a large bookshelf to the right, where authentic old books were placed upon its polished shelves, each in varying conditions. Atop it, a few artifacts, but nothing extravagant.

The counselor, herself, was a diminuative woman, easily to go unnoticed by anyone who did not know who she was. Soft, mocha skin gave way to a warm smile that seemed etched into her lips and her ambered eyes. Tightly curled hair sprung from her scalp, untamed, much like her wild spirit. She was dressed in a single piece of obsidian cloth, a simply suit, her rank dispresent to anyone searching for it, but a commbadge remained upon her chest. When she spoke, her voice didn’t seem to match her appearance, as it was heavily accented and sharp. “Hello, Ensign.” She smiled, rising to her feet. “My name is Ta’lahali Beveres, the ship’s counselor. Unfortunately, I cannot offer you anything more than a place to sit, as my replicator does not work.” She gestured for him to have a seat.

Lt. Beveres
CNS