Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Janna Kingston (Counsellor) in Meeting the Counsellor for Boarding Psych Eval

Posted by Lieutenant Shock (Chief of Security) in Meeting the Counsellor for Boarding Psych Eval

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Janna Kingston (Counsellor) in Meeting the Counsellor for Boarding Psych Eval
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It was 10:30, and Shock was dutifully outside the Counsellor’s office according to his schedule, right on the minute, and chimed the door.

He had already gathered that the counsellor, a human woman, a doctor Janna Kingston, clinical psychologist and active researcher, would be the one meeting him. Perhaps he would – at some other time – be able to discuss her views of emotional trauma among Vulcans as opposed to other more “feely” species. But this time, he was at the centre of attention. He needed to pass his psychological evaluation before he could take duty.

He was not nervous. His state of mind was serene.

– Lieutenant Shock (Chief of Security)

The door opened up into the reception are of the Counselling Suite. Inside the half-moon shaped space, the door faced the central reception desk where a Risian Ensign sat. On either side of the entrance were a few chairs that faced the six doors behind the reception desk, each a different colour. These were the offices.

The assistant looked up and smiled. “Welcome! How can the counselling department help you today?”

~Ensign Cherry

“Good morning,” said Kastarak. While he was initially taken aback that there was a whole reception and not one counsellor’s office, he quickly realized that it was only logical for a ship with so many non-Vulcans requiring a whole department of counsellors. “I am here for the required psychological evaluation before going on active duty. I am lieutenant Shock, assigned chief of security.”

– Lieutenant Shock (Chief of Security)

The woman smiled. “Hello, Lieutenant.” Her fingers danced over her console. “Yes, you have an appointment with Doctor Kingston. You can go right on in. Red door.”

Shock nodded, “thank you,” and walked to red door.

Stepping through the red door, Janna’s office was a modest space rather fitting the petite woman. She didn’t go to great lengths to decorate, but it was definitely more than the standard grey furniture and carpet. On the wall above the couch was an image of an ocean scene that could be almost anywhere and the standard grey slim arm chairs had been replaced with softer larger armchairs in a dark blue that looked inviting to curl up into. On top of the standard carpet, the sitting area was covered in a plush rug in different shades of blues that matched the ocean in the photo. On the other side of the room where she mostly worked, there was a tall leafy plant near her desk and a single silver photo frame on the corner of the desk where she could easily see it when she worked at the computer terminal. Overall, the place was warm but practical and uncluttered- much like Janna.

As he entered the room, he thought of the blueness in it. The picture of a blue sea. The sea back home on Vulcan was not blue, it was more wine-coloured. The sky was not blue, except sometimes during dusk and dawn. As such, the room took Shock back to his childhood by the sea, where sometimes around sunset, he would walk with his older brother (7 years his senior, in Earth years), and talk. The brother, Lavel, would help Shock rehearse his homework and other schoolwork, and it gave them some time for one another, that Shock would otherwise not get, since Lavel spent much time studying.

It was this memory that the blueness of the room brought to Shock. He let the memory linger, and the feeling of fondness for his brother – a sense of shared identity – stay for a moment, before Shock cleared his mind, and pushed the emotion aside. He decided that he’d meditate on his relationship with his brother tonight.

The petite psychologist was sitting in one of the arm chairs, reading a PaDD. She looked up and smiled. “Come on in and make yourself comfortable, Lieutenant. Welcome to the Athena.”

~Janna Kington, CNS

The psychologist was Dr Kingston, just as Shock had imagined before entering the counselling department. She looked a lot smaller than he had imagined, but humans came in all shapes and sizes, so it was only logical… He noticed that she simply looked up and smile to greet him. Was not the usual behaviour to stand up to greet one’s guest? Was he though a guest? Then, another thought came, why did he think this important to notice?

“Thank you, doctor Kingston,” he said, bowed his head ever so slightly, and took a seat in the armchair next to hers. “How do we begin?”

– Lieutenant Shock (Chief of Security)