Posted by Cadet Adinah Gartenberg (Doctor) in Counselor’s Office - Cadet Gartenberg’s Psych Eval
Adinah was rather pleased that her own worries had encouraged her to memorize pretty much the entire layout of the USS Endeavour because otherwise she would have been forced to check that she was actually in front of the right office. Not that the whole name by the door and everything wouldn’t have given it away, but hey better safe than sorry…which probably related to this instance.

Pursing her lips, because seriously of course this was the right place, she was just jump about talking to a lieutenant on a spaceship, Adinah rang the chime to let the counselor, who was hopefully inside, know someone was outside. Having a nice chat with a lieutenant on a starship, and Adinah still wasn’t over the fact that she was on a starship, was bound to be exciting, Adinah just really hoped that it would be alright for her to ask some questions as well.

Cadet Gartenberg (Medical)

The doors slid open to allow entry, and the office on the other side of the door was unlike any area in the rest of the ship. 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 behind the desk in the corner was a human male with Lieutenant Commander pips on his collar. The man was wholly plain looking; in fact so nondescript that he almost blended in with the office. His voice, on the other hand, was distinctive. “Please, Cadet. Do come in. I am Lieutenant Commander Korczak, the ship’s Counselor. Please, have a seat.” and he indicated the siting area before the desk. The man had a most unusual accent, as if two wholly unrelated accents were vying for control. Even with that, his speech was clear and articulate; with crisp pronunciation and diction. The only other noticeable fact of the man were the glasses perched on his nose… actual glasses.

Korczak stood and pushed said glasses up his nose a bit higher and moved around the desk. “If you would like a drink before we start, you are welcome to the replicator as well.”

Korczak, CNS