Posted by Cadet Ashlyn Trenton (Security Officer) in Counselor’s office - Cadet Trenton Check In
Finding her way there was no problem, walking in was a whole other story. Ashlyn has had a history of visits with Counselors from before she joined Star Fleet, traumatic events made them a nesecity. She had since moved on from those events, though there was still some residual issues that plagued her from time to time. For the most part, they had no noticeable impact on her work. She was more alert than average, and her natural suspicion and caution helped her to take notice of small details, all of which help in making her a better candidate for Security. The drawback being night terrors, paranoia, and trust issues.

Ashlyn paced back and forth in front of the door a few times trying to get her nerves under control with breathing exercises. When finally calm, she activated the chime, Here we go again.

OOC: Welcome aboard! Glad to have you with us. Just a quick note, make sure you sign off at the end of your posts with your name and position. It just helps everyone know when the thread moves from one person to the next (and don’t worry if you forget, we all do from time to time. )

James

The door slid open 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.

The Counselor 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 come in. I am Lieutenant Commander Korczak, the ship’s Counselor. 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 took a seat in the seating area and pushed said glasses up his nose a bit higher. “If you would like a drink before we start, you are welcome to the replicator as well.”

Korczak, CNS