Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Janna Kingston (Counsellor) in Check in with the counselor

Posted by Civilian Brooklyn Halsey (Quartermaster) in Check in with the counselor

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Janna Kingston (Counsellor) in Check in with the counselor
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Brooklyn Halsey stood at the counselor’s door with a box under her arm. While most Quartermasters sent a comm, Brooklyn tended to postman it. The term was an ancient one. Since the invention of transporters and electronic messages, there was no real need for the door-to-door service in the past; however, it was something she loved to do as part of her job. It was always a good way to get to know the crew. Given time she would be able to shake a box and have a better than average guess about what was inside. Since this was her first delivery and first time meeting the counselor, it would work as an ice breaker since the box had come in and Brooklyn needed to come here anyway.

Reaching out she palmed the controls on the door and waited.

lt. jg. Brooklyn Halsey quartermaster

From behind the reception desk, the Risian, Cherry Blossom, poked her head up. “Doctor Kingston is on her lunch break, but she should be back anytime now.”

In fact, Janna had just walked through the doors and the petite psychologist grinned. “Or right on time, depending on how you look at it,” she said was she moved over to the red door, one of six in the office. “Can I help you with something?” she said, tucking a chin length blond curls behind her ear.

~Janna Kingston, CNS

“Brooklyn Halsey the new quartermaster and it is more what can I do for you.” Presenting the box she had in her hands, to the counselor she waited for the woman to take it. Halsey had no idea what was in it but it was sitting on the pile for distribution. “I was just squaring things away and saw this. Figured I would play postman to get to know people.”

Brooklyn Halsey quartermaster

A confused expression traipsed across Janna’s face as she took the box. Eyeing it, she then smirked. “Well, it came through official channels, so it’s not likely anything hazardous. But I do love a good mystery and I suspect you might too. Shall we find out what it is?” Kingston said, gesturing with her head.

~Janna Kingston, CNS

“Hell yes,” Brooklyn said laughing. “Right now it feels kinda like Christmas for me. Usually, I get to know my crew enough that I can guess what is in the box based on weight, shape, and size. It helps me figure out what needs to be sorta first and last. People aren’t always as detailed as they should be with handling instructions. One time,” she leaned on the counter next to her, “this guy’s family sent him a replicated turkey dinner.” The way she stated replicated showed it was important. “Anyway nothing on the label stated it was actual food so when it was missed as priority one. You can guess what happened after two days. I learned on that day that if anything came for Ensign Peterson in November it was to be marked priority one.”

Janna chuckled. “Uggh, I can imagine the smell and I don’t envy you.”

Pulling out a cutting device from her back pocket, she handed it to Janna. “Packages say a lot about the people getting them. I am kinda excited to get to know you.”

Brooklyn Halsey Quartermaster

OOC: You have to define what is in the box lol ~ Kate

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.

Taking the small box over to the coffee table, Kingston sat in one of the arm chairs and proceeded to unlock the latches that unlocked the lid. Peering inside, she frowned and looked up at Halsey with a quizzical expression.

Lifting a small piece of paper, Janna started chuckling. “Note says, ‘Sometimes seeing isn’t sight at all.’ This is definitely has my friend Sam Pittman written all over it,” she said as she set the paper down and lifted an object out of the box. It was a clear sphere about twenty centimetres in diameter and by the way Janna had to steady her arm, was made of a heavy material. Possibly glass or something akin to it. “I’m a fortune-teller now?” she said with quirked eyebrows.

~Janna Kingston, Amused CNS

“Well, that or it’s one of those wellness orbs that is supposed to center your being,” Brooklyn spoke with a deep imitation of some yoga teacher that was about to tie you up into knots. She had no clue about this Jana Kingston or her approach to life. She did pick counseling as a career which typically meant a few things. One was they were warm caring people that wanted people to be the best version of themselves. Two was they experienced some sort of trauma and wanted to be there for others experiencing the same thing. The third was that they had a fascination with sentient behaviors. All three subtypes spoke volumes on a person’s character. Brooklyn had no idea which of the three Janna was but that would come later.

“May I,” she picked the globe as she pulled out her personal communicator. Holding the communicator up like it was a divination rod, Brooklyn arranged herself into a southeast position in the room. Moving forward she set the object down. Standing back she looked at its placement. “This definitely represents an earth element in design. Spiritually it should be put here in order to boost your luck in business, and prosperity and to create new opportunities. Since you are in private practice and I don’t think as a counselor you particularly want mental health crises I say we go with the creating new opportunities and prosperity for those that enter here.”

Brooklyn Halsey Quartermaster