Posted by Lieutenant Commander Janusz Korczak (Counselor) in [Pre-Sim] Counselor’s Office - Psychological Exam (Tag CNS)

Posted by Cadet Rhese Bowman (Scientist) in [Pre-Sim] Counselor’s Office - Psychological Exam (Tag CNS)

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Janusz Korczak (Counselor) in [Pre-Sim] Counselor’s Office - Psychological Exam (Tag CNS)
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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.

Bowman walked into the office, and began to look around at the surroundings, as the doors hissed closed behind him.

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.

For a brief moment, Bowman was a bit preoccupied with the décor – had he the time, he could likely find himself lost in the exploration of the various texts. And the photographs! Bowman hadn’t seen one of those since his mother had shown him their old family scrapbook when she was teaching him about their ancestors. But these things were not the reason for his visit to the Counselor’s office.

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

Bowman turned to face the man at the desk as he spoke. Rhese then stood at attention as he began: “Cadet Rhese Bowman, reporting for the boarding psychological exam, Commander.”

Cadet Rhese Bowman (Scientist)

Korczak looked at him for a brief moment and said “Of course, Cadet. Please be seated.” and he indicated a chair in the seating area. As he did so, he stood and came around the desk, and placed a PaDD in the single seat facing away from the desk. “Would you care for anything to drink, Cadet? I was just about to get myself some tea.” he asked. His accent was odd, as if multiple accents vied for dominance. But his tone was friendly and calm.

Korczak, CNS

“Thank you, sir,” Bowman said, as he sat down in the chair that the Counselor had indicated. He had just had a great Tarkalean tea while meeting with his department head, Lt. T’Kam – the effects of which were, as the Vulcan had said, indeed calming and soothing. Bowman had been watching as the man placed the PaDD into the chair, and was still looking at the PaDD with curiosity when Korczak had posed the question about the tea; so Rhese turned to face the man, smiled, and then responded: “No; but thank you, Commander.” Rhese now also noticed the spectacles the man wore, and found himself curious about them; as well as the man’s unusual accent. Rhese hadn’t ever heard anyone else like him; so it was impossible for Bowman to even venture a guess as to the man’s background; though, it seemed to the young cadet, that at least he looked “normal” enough… just a typical guy. Well, except for the glasses. Rhese was again reminded of an old photograph he’d seen as a young boy, from the scrapbook his mother had shown him. He found the feeling of nostalgia he was feeling, then, to be comforting; like remembering times of himself being wrapped in a warm blanket, sat down in front of the raging fire in the homestead’s wood-burning stove, on those bitter cold Alaska winter nights. “There is definitely something disarming about this man,” Rhese thought to himself.

Cadet Rhese Bowman (Scientist)

Korczak nodded to the declining of his offer of a drink, but ordered a black currant with lemon tea for himself. Carrying the cup and saucer to the seating area, he sat them down on the small table, picked up the PaDD, and sat down. “Very well.” he said with a very slight smile. “I am Lieutenant Commander Janus Korczak, ship’s Counselor. I, like you, am new to the Challenger, having been here only a few months. Prior to that, I was faculty at the Academy. And prior to that I was stationed at various places. My role on board is to assure that all crew- enlisted, Cadet, and officer alike- are both mentally and emotionally sound for duty aboard a star ship. That, and to make sure everyone has a place where they can speak freely about anything that troubles them.” and he smiled conspiratorially and added “And mediate the occasional argument.” and he gave the Cadet a wink.

“Now, tell me a bit about yourself.

Korczak, CNS

Bowman nodded a time or two as he followed Korczak’s related history. Rhese liked the man’s accent(s) – he really had a hard time nailing down any one in particular, as the more the man spoke the more accents Rhese thought he heard! But he liked the way this man spoke. “Well, I’m a scientist, specializing in botany, zoology, and ecology. I love working with plants; have ever since I was a young boy. We grew a lot of our own food back on the homestead in Alaska where I grew up,” Rhese volunteered. “I also enjoy music and astronomy,” he added. He thought to himself then, for a moment. Rhese didn’t like to brag of himself, so he wouldn’t mention his high marks in his academic courses – it was all a matter of record, anyway. But he did think for a moment about what to add next; finally settling on his ambitions, as he added: “I hope to be able to both expand and develop my skills, as well as provide precise and efficient results for our missions, during my service here.” He looked Korczak in the eye as he spoke, and smiled. There was something about this man… was it that he reminded Rhese of someone? He couldn’t be sure.

Cadet Rhese Bowman (Scientist)