Posted by Lieutenant Commander Sorazo Dar (Counselor) in Side Sim: CNS Office – Psych Eval

Posted by Cadet Milan Ajani (Doctor) in Side Sim: CNS Office – Psych Eval
Milan pulled out the PADD as the turbolift doors closed. His eyes rolled down the page mentally checking off the onboarding checklist. His mouth moved faintly as he mumbled to himself – report to sickbay, find your quarters, find the crew lounge, get security logins…

His voice trailed off as he got to the end. Seems like he had done everything he needed to except… “Counselor’s Office,” he groaned. There was a beep from the computer and the turbolift started moving.

He scrolled back to the top of the list, hoping there was something he had missed. Something else he could do instead of having a psychological evaluation right now. Of course, there wasn’t but one could hope. The turbolift beeped again and the doors slid open with a whoosh. Milan stuck the PADD into his jacket and started down the corridor. A few seconds later the Counselor’s door came up on his right. As he reached for the call button a small thought crossed his mind. Wouldn’t it be just his luck if after a decade of medical school and Starfleet academy training he were to be found insane the first day he was assigned to a starship. A small laugh escaped him as he hit the chime.

– Cadet Ajani, Medical

Sorazo was busy drawing the mural in his office on the walls before he started painting when he heard the chime. He looked over at his wrist crom and did not realize it was that time already. “Where does the time go?” he muttered as he turned to face the door. “Come in please.” Muttering he said, “Let’s see what we have behind door number one Johnny!” He said smiling.

Lt. Commander Sorazo Dar, CNS

Milan drifted in to the office slowly. From the corner of his eyes he could see a large mural being sketched onto one wall. He carefully avoided looking at it. I will not get involved, I will not get involved he thought to himself.

This was a very strange ship. Bajoran kitchens in the middle of sickbay. Random murals in the counselor’s office. There’s probably a hedge maze on the bridge. But this wasn’t his job. Dammit Jim, I’m a doctor not a interior decorator. He was about to laugh at his own joke when he remembered where he was. This was gonna be harder than he thought. It was like trying not to laugh in a solemn occasion.

“Cadet Milan Ajani reporting as ordered,” he said, coming up to attention once again. He offered the PADD in his hand, which showed his assignment orders.

– Cadet Ajani, Medical