Posted by Cadet Oliver Scott (Doctor) in CNS Office - Cadet Scott Psych Eval

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Janusz Korczak (Counselor) in CNS Office - Cadet Scott Psych Eval

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Janusz Korczak (Counselor) in CNS Office - Cadet Scott Psych Eval
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Cadet Scott made his way to the counselor’s office. There was certainly a lot of boxes to check before officially being cleared for duty. He couldn’t wait until he had finally made it through all those tasks and could get on with the business of proving himself as a cadet. Reflecting on those thoughts, he supposed that checking boxes and paying attention to details were probably a big part of being a Starfleet officer so it would follow that this would be part of a cadet cruise as well. Someone would probably eventually notice if he never checked in with his department head or the counselor and just went back and forth between his quarters and the mess hall every day. Probably best not to test that theory as starting off one’s career with some sort of black mark or demerit didn’t seem like a good idea.

The cadet wondered what sort of questions the counselor would ask. Certainly this wasn’t the first time he had been aboard a ship or in space, there was plenty of training during the earlier academy years to weed out people who were afraid of that sort of thing. Perhaps the counselor would be checking to make sure the stress of the first real mission wasn’t clouding his judgement? Then again, perhaps it was just the counselor’s job to get to know people so if something did go wrong in the future, there was a baseline for comparison. Whatever the reason, it was required and so he was going to get it out of the way.

The cadet arrived at the counselor’s office, thumbed the door chime and waited.

Cadet Oliver Scott, Medical

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?”

Korczak, CNS

Olly stepped into the office, a little taken aback by the contrast of the gentle, study-like appearance of the office versus the stark, efficient ambiance of the rest of the ship. He found it oddly relaxing and supposed that was probably the point, being the counselor’s office. Dealing with the bright lights and gray walls of the rest of the ship all day could very easily set someone on edge.

He stepped forward toward the counselor and presented himself, “Hello counselor, I am Cadet Oliver Scott reporting for my boarding psych evaluation. I wonder if now would be a good time?”

Olly waited for a response from the counselor while trying not to be distracted by the many books surrounding him. While he was not much of a reader in general, he could only imagine what types of stories could be found throughout the office. Perhaps some medical texts from a far off world that would offer insight into another species. He made a note to ask the counselor about his collection in the future.

Cadet Oliver Scott, Medical

Korczak replied “Now would be fine, Cadet. Please. Make yourself comfortable. If you would care for something to drink, you may use the replicator.” and he gestured to the wall where the dispenser was located. His accent was difficult to place, and gave words an odd kind of cadence. But he was perfectly understandable, regardless.

Korczak, CNS

The cadet selected one of the available chairs and took a seat.

“Nothing for me sir,” he replied.

He wasn’t entirely sure if he should be watching his posture during the evaluation or attempting to appear as relaxed as possible. Of course, overthinking what one should do during a psych evaluation would probably lead to questions as well. Counselors were undoubtedly trained to watch for any signs that an officer was being anything other than their normal selves. The counselor has also directed him to make himself comfortable which was likely not a trap, so he chose to lean back in the chair, placed his hands in his lap, and looked calmly at the counselor, waiting for him to proceed.

Cadet Oliver Scott, Medical

Korczak stood and went to the replicator. “Blackberry currant tea with lemon.” he said and retrieved the cup when it appeared. He turned and made his way to the single chair sat facing the rest, and took a seat and placed the cup on the table. Unlike, well… all other Counselors at the Academy… Korczak didnt have a PaDD with him, he simply placed his hands in his lap and looked at Oliver. “And how are you doing today, Cadet? I trust your trip to the ship was uneventful?”

Korczak, CNS

“Yes sir,” the cadet replied. “Just a quick shuttle trip here. There was a little bit of turbulence along the way but nothing out of the ordinary, and the pilot handled it quite well.”

He really hadn’t minded the shuttle trip that much, but he was glad to have a full room with an actual human-sized bed on Challenger, even if he did have to share with someone. Too long on a shuttle trip and he would have gone a little stir crazy.

“As for today, I am doing fairly well. I’ve managed to settle in and my roommate seems reasonable. I had one little mishap getting to sickbay my first time but I think if that is the worst thing that happens I can call it a successful transition,” he smiled thinking back at his turbolift adventure.

Cadet Oliver Scott, Medical

“And how are you feeling about your upcoming Cadet cruise? And trepidation is very common, so don’t feel as if it’s presence is a mark against you.”

Korczak, CNS

Olly pondered the counselor’s question carefully. It was a good exercise to self-reflect on feelings every now and then. He hadn’t really stopped to do that since he had come aboard. There were a lot of emotions flowing around inside his head, it would be hard to really nail one of them down.

“Well, sir, trepidation is maybe a good word to describe my emotions recently,” he replied. “I think that mixed with a lot of excitement. This is the first time I get to really prove myself in action after spending so much time learning.”

Cadet Oliver Scott, Medical

“And how do you expect to prove yourself? In what capacity?”

Korczak, CNS

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“First, I would hope to show Dr. Torrirs that I can actually apply the knowledge that I learned at Starfleet Medical and that I’m not just someone that can pass tests in school. I am certain that situations I face out here in the field will not fit into the nice, clean vacuum of a classroom. Proving to the doctor that I can take the lessons and training and think outside of that vacuum is important. Second, I would hope that I can carry myself with professionalism that is worthy of the uniform that I put on everyday. I understand that I am a representative of Starfleet and really of the Federation when I’m out here and I want that to be conveyed to the other senior staff onboard when they are assessing my performance.”

Cadet Oliver Scott, Medical

Korczak made no indication of acknowledgement, no nod or response of any kind. He simply sat and looked at the Cadet. “And what do you see as your primary responsibilities as a Medical professional and a representative of Star Fleet? And how would you personally define you being successful in conveying your intent to those above you?”

Korczak, CNS