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Awkward Conversation

Posted Aug. 8, 2018, 7:17 a.m. by Civilian Antos Dakin (Child) (Jim Watkin)

Posted by Lieutenant Ta’lahali Akera Beveres (Counsellor) in Awkward Conversation

Posted by Civilian Antos Dakin (Child) in Awkward Conversation

Posted by Lieutenant Ta’lahali Akera Beveres (Counsellor) in Awkward Conversation
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Antos was wonderring around the corridors trying to locate the counsellor’s office. He was not having much luck in doing so. To anyone who saw him, it was clear that the child was upset about something…

-Antos

“Hey, there..” An Ensign noticed the child walking about the corridors, alone. “Are you Alright?” He asked, carefully, as he wasn’t sure if Antos had any intentions of being disturbed by someone of outside nature.

NE Isthus
Some Ensign

Antos sniffed and wiped his nose on his sleeve before replying.

“I’m looking for the counsellor, but all the doors look the same,” He said, “If I ask the computer for help, it might tell Dad.”

“I can lead you to the office, if you would like.” The Ensign offered a small smile, nodding to him. He wasn’t sure if he would be looking for assistance, but he asked anyways.

“Pwease,” Antos replied.

He shuffled awkwardly, looked down at his feet and fiddled with his elaborate earcuff.

“You won’t tell Dad, will you?” he pleaded.

-Antos

“Of course not!” He assured, grinning at him. “If you don’t want your father to know, then he doesn’t need to.”

NE Isthus
Ensign

The young boy looked up. Again he wiped his nose on his sleeve and he looked to see which way the ensign would lead him.

-Antos

The Ensign offered as kind of a smile as he could manage, hardly the best with kids. He wasn’t sure what made them happy, and what didn’t— despite having been a kid, not too long ago. Nodding to the boy, he led the way towards the Counselor’s office, which had been a bit of a ways away from where Antos had found himself stumped.

“So.. how are you doing, Antos?” He asked, awkwardly, quite uncertain as to whether or not that was an appropriate question.

Isthus
NE Ensign

“Stin,” Antos began, referring to a vulcan child in his class at school, “Says that Dad cannot be my actual Dad but I don’t understand. I know Grandad is my actual grandad because he isn’t Dad’s actual dad. He just looked after him when his was a boy, but this is different. Dad says the counsellor can help people understand things about themselves. Do you think she’d be able to help with this?”

“Oh, I’m sure she could find a way of making sense of all of this.” The man spoke carefully, assuming the child was adopted or something along those lines, based on what he was informing him of.

Antos sighed, “Well Stin says that because Dad has boyfriends instead of girlfriends, he cannot have children. I just don’t get it.”

-Antos

Adopted, it was. Which made sense, if his father was homosexual, which he saw no problem with. However, Isthus has not the tongue to explain such a concept to someone who might view it to be foreign or peculiar. “Ah, you will, hopefully, understand, soon.”

Pausing in front of a large, metallic door, in the somewhat dead portion of the hallway, the Ensign came to leisure stop. “Here we are!” He grinned. “Just press the chime, whenever you are ready to go in.”

Isthus
NE

“Thank you,” Antos said. Once he was alone outside the door he took a deep breath, wiped his nose on his sleeve again, then pressed the chime.

-Antos

“Come in!” While the voice was laced with the thick accent of an African-raised woman, there was no denial to the fact it was kind and somewhat motherly.

Once he stepped inside, the young child might find that the office was finally coming together.. despite being well over a year of her residence upon the ship. That was, seeing as she had yet to have been scared away from the peculiar vessel and what it had to offer. The officer itself was quaint, presented with a desk pushed to the middle, its surface riddled with the simple placement of holographic images, a PaDD, synthetic flowers and a monitor. Behind the desk, situated a small chair, where a petite Kenyan woman ran her fingers along the PaDD in front of her.

To the left, there was a small seating area, a couch pushed to the wall, corner tables at each end, all places behind a glass coffee table. Beyond the table, there were two chairs of the same design, angled diagonally, to accent the shape of the room. Upon the table, there was another vase of synthetic flowers, alongside an abandoned PaDD, likely from the previous meeting. However, more catching about the area, was the tiny creature nestled into a sweater, its minute frame splotched with the browns and whites of a Guinea Pig. It chirped in its sleep, as it kicked its feet, turning over.

As for the remainder of the room, the smell of gentle apple filled the atmosphere, its scent intended to remain a person of a place which was generally viewed as calm, serene, void of any stressors. Yet, still remained the stress of a broken replicator. She had no idea how long it had been broken before her arrival, but it seemed promising that the malfunctioning object would remain a staple of her office.

“Wow, you have an actual twibble?” he said, distracted by the guinea pig

“Hello, Anton! What can I do for you?” She rose from her chair, rounding the corner of the desk, as she approached the child.

Lt. Beveres
CNS

“Daddy tells people you can help them with difficult things. Can you help me too?” he asked looking up.

-Antos


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