Posted by Cadet Robert Sharpe (Security Officer) in Counsellors office - Cadet Sharpe Initial Psychological Evaluation
Cadet Sharpe, Robert, first in his family to join Star Fleet and having just arrived to his initial posting as security personnel aboard the USS Challenger knew things were only just starting for him. Like all other security personnel in Star Fleet, before he could be cleared for duty, he must first check in with the ship’s counselor to conduct and initial psych eval. Sure all personnel get one before leaving for the ship, but that doesn’t mean they are fully cleared. These are all just formalities and protocol for security personnel.

Sharpe was standing there in the docking bay of the USS Challenger, looking bewildered and a little lost. He knew he needed to head to the ship counselor’s office for his boarding psych eval…but where was the office located? He stopped one of the yellow shirts in the docking bay and asked for directions after introducing himself as “Bobby Sharpe”. He was a nice man but seemed already preoccupied with whatever it was he was doing. After explained to Sharpe how to get to the counselor’s office, and briskly continuing on with his duties, Sharpe made his way through the winding halls of the ship till he found the counselor’s door. Strangely there weren’t many others outside the door, perhaps he was late arriving to the ship? He caught the earliest shuttle he could, eager to begin his new career. He checked his PADD for the time and sure enough, he wasn’t late, but rather early. A whole day early!

Knowing there wasn’t anything wrong with being early normally he took a deep breath and exhaled slowly to regain his composure. He stood in front of the door and raised his hand to knock but then stopped himself just before his hand made contact with the door. He forgot that on a ship, you use the comms panel to the side of the door. He winced, hoping no one saw him nearly make such a silly mistake in the crowded hallway, but as he began to reach for the panel to chime in, something…or rather someone stopped him.

“Ah, you’re early!” came a bright voice from behind Cadet Sharpe. Approaching him with long strides was a tall man with tanned skin and pushed-back brown hair. A small circular symbol sat on his forehead, indicating that he was from Risa. In his arms, the man carried a rather large pot of dirt. Seated directly in the center of this dirt was a singular potato, reading to be planted. “I’m Hilo! Please, come in!” The man kicked a leg up to smack the comms panel with his foot, which caused the door to slide open. Hilo led the way into the room, assuming Robert would follow him.

The room inside was of decent size by dimension, but was filled with an assortment of furniture, art, and lots and lots of plants. In the primary space, a high-backed armchair sat facing a loveseat couch, both adorned with a warm brown cloth fabric and designed for comfort when sitting for extended periods. The loveseat was flanked by two intricate end tables made of dark wood, each of which had an arrangement of little statues, candles, and a tissue box. A hemp rug bridged the space between the two seating options.

There was a desk pushed up against the far wall, but it was almost obscured by an indoor jungle’s worth of potted plants on that side of the room that hung from the ceiling, stood in large vases, or sat on shelves with dozens of other specimens. The plants, in combination with the earth tones of the furniture and the slightly yellowed lighting in the office gave the space a tropical atmosphere. Indeed, the plant life might even make the air feel be a bit more fresh, to those with keen senses.

The counselor squatted to set the pot on the ground, then stood and stretched his back. “I’m about to begin my first foray into agriculture,” Hilo rattled excitedly. “None of my other plants bear fruit… but look, I got a native earth plant to experiment with!” He pointed for emphasis at the singular potato.

“I heard you’re rather good with the more rural arts, would you mind giving me a hand getting started?” Hilo motioned Robert forward and again squatted to consider the pot and its contents.

(Lt. Cmdr. Hilo, Counselor)

OOC: Welcome aboard! So sorry again for the delay in reply to this thread. I loved your first post! You’re obviously a strong writer and I love your characterization! I’m looking forward to getting to know more about Robert in this thread. I have two notes for you real quick:

1.) We end each post with a character signature, which consists of the character’s rank, name, and department/position. This helps people immediately know who’s talking and helps when threads get longer or their are multiple people. For you, it might look like (Cadet Sharpe, Security)

2.) I appreciate the invitation to be spontaneous at the end of your post! However, in STF we try to be very careful about not assuming the actions of other people’s characters (within reason). It might have been best to say that he rang the chime and “hoped that the counselor was inside” as a hint that it might be fun if Hilo wasn’t yet. Because I could have wanted him to be in his office, and then the thread would go nowhere! I hope that makes sense

Ben