Posted by Cadet Rhese Bowman (Scientist) in [Pre-Sim] Counselor’s Office - Psychological Exam (Tag CNS)
Bowman left the Main Sickbay and headed for the turbolift. “Counselor’s Office,” he said to the lift, as the doors closed; the lift began moving immediately. A moment later, the doors hissed open, and Bowman was again on the move. He had reviewed the layout of the Challenger before boarding, and had made mental notes on how to find his way to the important locations including the various places he’d have to go in order to complete his check-ins; though he still felt that he’d need to do some additional studying, as well as perhaps even some free-form exploration on foot, before he’d begin to feel comfortable navigating around the ship without the aid of the computerized maps or holocharacters as guides. Having been lost in thought, though, this was the first time Rhese had completely forgotten to count his steps! “Ugh.” he thought to himself. Usually, Rhese made it a point to determine the distance required to travel from point A to point B for routes which he felt he’d need to know, even for routes which he’d infrequently use. Surely, there would be areas of the ship that he’d never need to visit; but the Counselor’s office probably wouldn’t be one of them. Before long, he found himself facing the door; a fact confirmed by the nameplate: Counselor. Janusz Korczak. Lt. Commander. Bowman sighed; putting out of his mind, for the moment, his lack of preparation in having forgotten about measuring the route taken – and took a slow, deep breath before reaching out and touching the chime next to the door.

Cadet Rhese Bowman (Scientist)

A voice came from the other side of the door, “Come in.” it said and the doors slid open to reveal an office unlike most aboard the Challenger. Whereas many looked quite similar and more sterile, this office was warm and inviting.

It was lit in a more subdued manner than the rest of the ship, with the light coming from wall lamps rather than the typical overhead lighting. Multiple bookcases with glass enclosed shelves lined one wall, filled with copies and originals of many texts on many different subjects, and a quick glance would show multiple languages as well. The desk was set at an angle against the opposite wall to the door in the corner, allowing for a large open space in the middle. Here there was a couch and a few chairs, one of which sat in front of and facing away from the desk. Pictures hung on the walls, some were even old photographs. Each depicted either places, individuals, or groups of people, and many were in black and white.

Seated at the desk was a plain looking human male with brown hair and brown eyes. He average looking; the kind of person that would be lost in a crowd of more than four or five people. He wore the blue uniform of the Science and Medical Sections, and Lieutenant Commander pips showed on his collar. There was one distinguishing feature about the man, however. Actual glasses were perched on his nose. “Yes, Cadet. How may I help you?” he asked, his accent odd and hard to place.

Korczak, CNS