Posted by Lieutenant Commander Janusz Korczak (Counselor) in Counselor’s Office - Cadet Paul reporting for Psych Eval with LCDR Korczak on USS Challenger

Posted by Cadet Grayson Paul (Engineer) in Counselor’s Office - Cadet Paul reporting for Psych Eval with LCDR Korczak on USS Challenger

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Janusz Korczak (Counselor) in Counselor’s Office - Cadet Paul reporting for Psych Eval with LCDR Korczak on USS Challenger
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Grayson Paul walked along the corridor. His were long, casual strides, eating up deck plating easily. Ship’s regulations required he make a couple of check in’s to acclimate to the new environment and he figured he might as well get the conversation with the counselor out of the way; though, he was far more interested in checking out the ship’s Arboretum, Stellar Cartography and the Gymnasium. Gray was really hoping they had a basketball hoop.

Rounding the bend, Cadet Paul discovered that he had arrived at his destination. The name styling outside of the door read: “LCDR Janusz Korczak, Counselor.”

::Holy Hell, how do you pronounce that name?:: Gray thought to himself as he stretched forth his hand and pressed the door chime button.

Cadet Paul, Engineer

OOC: Hi there Grayson, welcome to the Challenger! Great first post. A little tip is that we try to keep the thread titles a little shorter if we can, mainly because once a thread gets a little longer, it tends to look funny on the page especially on mobile devices. We can normally just leave titles to ‘Location: Activity’ style without needing to add in who and what ship etc. Our CNS should be with you shortly, cheers!

-Dave

OOC: Welcome aboard! Terribly sorry about my late response. I was in the process of moving across the country.

IC: An oddly accented voice came from the other side of the door and said “Please come in.” and the door slid open.

The office 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. He looked up, and a very odd accent issued forth, as if multiple accents were vying for control. “Hello, Cadet. May I help you?”

Lt. Cmdr. Korczac, CNS

Grayson walked in, glancing around the office quickly. He hadn’t often seen actual books, most reading material could be had on a PaDD, or other electronic reading device, and his own skill at handling the paper pages of books was limited. Still, his journey from door to desk revealed a couple of subjects that intrigued him. Grayson stopped short of the desk and stood at attention.

“Cadet Grayson Paul, reporting, sir.” Grayson’s eyes narrowed, “Pardon me, sir, do I refer to you by Commander, or Doctor?”

Cadet Paul, Engineer

Korczak pushed the glasses up his nose a bit and said “Whatever makes you most comfortable, Cadet. Counselor is fine as well, if you like.” in his oddly accented speech. “Do have a seat. Would you care for something to drink? You may help yourself to the replicator, if you wish.”

Korczak, CNS

“Thank you, Counselor.” Grayson moved to the replicator and ordered a lemonade, then made his way to the chair as directed and took his seat, sipping slowly. “Not as good as Grannie’s, but that’s alright.”

Grayson set the glass down and looked squarely at Commander Korczak, “I’m never really sure what to say in these meetings. What would you like to talk about?”
Cadet Paul, Engineer.