Posted by Lieutenant Harvey Davenport (Chief Medical Officer) in Side Sim: Counsellor’s Office - Psych Check in (Att Counsellor)
It was mid-afternoon and the sound of Frank Sinatra, a 20th century jazz singer, rang out of the speakers of the CMOs office. Perched behind his desk Harvey had just finished unpacking the last of his belongings. Davenport was not what one would call a materialistic individual, however no matter were he was stationed he would always have his collection of antique medical encyclopedias.

Raising to his feet Harvey blew a fresh sheet of dust of the spine of one of his encyclopedias, clearing his throat as he did. Walking around his desk he moved over to the corner of his office were he placed the last book on the shelf. Straightening his uniform, he addressed the computer =^= Computer, end music =^= and exited his office walking down the deck in the direction of the turbolift.

Approaching the turbolift, the doctor came to a halt tapping the call button he whistled the chorus to ‘my way’ as he waited. Stepping into the turbo lift, upon its arrival, Davenport stood in the Centre and directed the computer to proceed directly to deck 8. Stepping out of the turbolift Harvey walked along the corridor exchanging a friendly nod here and there with his new crew members.

Reaching the door to the Counselor’s office the young doctor stood still and tapped the call panel awaiting permission to enter.

Psych evaluations were never something Harvey looked forward to, he did however as a member of the medical field appreciate there importance.

Lieutenant Harvey Davenport,
Chief Medical Officer.

“Come in,” a voice sounded from the door.

Inside, Sair was beside her desk, holding a PADD she was reading, and looked over as the door opened. Standing fairly tall for many humanoid species, the Kobliad had lilac coloured hair pulled back off her face with a black soft headband. Her light brown eyes were deeply set amongst the prominent vertical facial ridges that split her hairline, intersected by thinner horizontal ridges. Most definitely on the lean side, the counsellor wore simple black trousers and a dark blue tunic that she had adopted as her version of a uniform. She did have a standard commbadge though.

A large area rug in muted blues, greys and greens spanned half of the therapy area in front of her desk and she had set a small round coffee table in front of a small sofa and two arm chairs, all in a blue-grey colour. Behind that was her desk with two basic chairs in front and a pale wooden shelving unit to the left by the replicator.

Next to the door was a stone sculpture that was half the height of the door. Carved out of white dolomite, it was a miniature replica of the giant tree that was in the lobby of he Assembly Complex in Kobliad’s capital. The tree had a wide trunk with the appearance of a thick bark and was easily deciduous with sweeping branches with teardrop shaped leaves. Carved around the trunk of the tree were arms with hands seeming to hold the tree and they wound themselves up the trunk.

“Hello, how might I help you?” she said, her face carrying a naturally stern expression.

~Sair Songz, CNS