Posted by Lieutenant Tyler Michael Wells (Scientist) in CNS office - Tyler’s first evaluation

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Janna Kingston (Counsellor) in CNS office - Tyler’s first evaluation

Posted by Lieutenant Tyler Michael Wells (Scientist) in CNS office - Tyler’s first evaluation
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Tyler slowed his steps as he neared the counselor’s office, the soft whir of the turbolift already behind him. He tugged gently at the cuff of his sleeve, a small fidget for nerves he’d never admit to. Physical exams were one thing — straightforward, measurable. Talking, though… that was different.

He’d come to terms with his condition, at least on the surface. But dragging it out into the open, laying it bare in front of someone else, never sat comfortably with him.

Pausing outside the counselor’s door, he took in a breath and exhaled slowly through his nose. His finger brushed the chime, and a muted tone rang out in the quiet corridor.

For a moment, he stood there, arms folded loosely across his chest, eyes fixed on the floor. When the door opened, he’d have to face it — and that thought alone made his heart beat just a touch faster.

-Tyler Michael Wells, Science

OOC: Don’t forget that the Mythology-spec has a whole counselling department and so the set-up is a little different than usual, so I’ll just wave a magic wand and we’ll carry on. :)
IC:
The Counselling Suite comprised of six offices, so when he approached the door, it simply slid open to admit him into the half-moon shaped space. Each of the six offices had a different coloured door and in the middle of the space was a curved reception desk. The usual receptionist was on break, and one of the other assistants was at the desk. Along the wall where Wells entered were a few chairs of different sizes where crew members could wait for appointments.

A female Risian with long blond hair pulled back into a ponytail was standing with a dark haired male petty officer, both in blue uniforms. He smiled at Tyler but it was the Risian who greeted him. “Good day, how can we help you?” she said.

~Counselling Dept. Staff

~Janna Kingston, CNS

OOC: My bad! It’s been so long since I’ve been here I forgot the layout!

IC:
“Oh hello,” Tyler said a bit nervously. “I’m a new crew member on board and I wanted to come for my initial evaluation. Is there someone available who could see me?”

Even though he flashed a smile and his posture exuded confidence, there was still a sense of anxiety coming from him.

-Tyler Michael Wells, Science

Cherry smiled. “Of course. What’s your name so I can pull up your file?”

“Tyler,” He said. “Tyler Michael Wells.”

“Alright,” Cherry said, flashing him a smile. “Give me a second to pull things up.” And sure enough she found the personnel record and forwarded it to Kingston.

“Doctor Kingston is handling walks-ins. I’ll just give her a heads up.” The Risian moved over to the red door in the middle, poked her head in and then returned to Tyler after a few moments. “You can go on in.”

Tyler flashed a smile. “Thanks. You’ve been a delight.” Then he moved towards the door to the office.

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 a forest 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 blue. 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.

The petite psychologist was getting up from her desk in anticipation of her new arrival. As Tyler entered, she smiled, her grass green eyes vivid. “Come on and and have a seat. Can I get you anything from the replicator?” Kingston asked.

~Janna Kingston, CNS

Tyler stepped into the office with a half-smile, taking in the décor as though he were appraising it. The forest painting earned a flicker of appreciation, the plush rug a quick glance down before he shifted his attention back to the petite psychologist.

“Doctor Kingston,” he said smoothly, inclining his head as though greeting an old acquaintance rather than walking into a counselor’s office. “You have a lovely office setup here.” A soft chuckle escaped, though his hand brushed across his jacket as if to steady himself before he lowered into one of the armchairs.

As he took in her office and then her, Janna exuded patience and ease. There was nothing hurried in her expression or any annoyance that he had been distracted.

Remembering her offer for something from the replicator, Tyler shook his head lightly. “I’m fine, thank you.” He leaned back, draping an arm on the chair in that effortless way that made him look more comfortable than he felt.

Kingston moved to join him, taking up the other armchair. She sat mostly upright, only leaning back just enough to cross on leg over her other knee.

“I’m new to the ship,” he added, tone casual, as if this were small talk. “Figured I’d come in for the initial evaluation… get the paperwork nice and tidy before I start stepping on toes.” His smile lingered, but there was a faint tightness around the eyes, a guardedness with a hint of the weight of the toll his memory loss has taken on his life.

-Tyler Michael Wells, Science

“Well, I do appreciate not having to chase new transfers. Always such a tedious affair when I do, and always starts us off with antagonism, rather than a chance to build rapport, so… thank you,” Janna said with a slight bow of her head.

“Now, unlike scheduled appointments where I have time to look over a persons file, I don’t have that option with a walk-in.” Janna leaned forward slightly, her gaze studying him, and yet there was no malice in it, no urgency. “So, Tyler, what is the first thing you think I should know about you that will help our conversation.” She had been working on controlling not just the inputs from others but how it framed her thinking and actions. Janna understood now that there was no going back, no separating herself fully from what others unconsciously offered. Instead of being overwhelmed, Janna was finding the threads of music in it all that would lead to the composition that was the person themselves as they truly were, even if they themselves weren’t fully aware of the tune.

~Janna Kingston, CNS

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Tyler’s smile lingered — confident, easy, maybe a touch rehearsed. He settled back into the chair, eyes briefly flicking toward the forest painting before returning to Janna.

“Well,” he began, voice even, “I’m not exactly a stranger to sitting in rooms like this. Been through my fair share of evaluations and assessments over the years.” There was no trace of complaint in his tone — just the calm rhythm of someone used to going through the motions.

He shifted slightly, crossing one leg over the other. “Outside of work, I like to keep myself busy — sparring, flight drills, survival courses when I can get them. My sister’s a pilot, so she made sure I could at least fly in a straight line.” A faint grin touched his lips at the memory. “I guess you could say I like learning how things work — from the ground up.”

He paused for a beat, then added more quietly, “The rest just keeps me sharp. But science… that’s home for me. Always has been. Discovery, research — that’s the part that still feels right, no matter where I end up.”

His gaze drifted briefly toward the corner of her desk, then back again, his tone light but genuine. “If I can keep doing that — finding answers, solving problems — then the rest tends to fall into place.”

-Tyler Michael Wells, Science

She listened, her burgeoning empathic abilities sensing far more beneath the surface. “It’s good to have something to ground us when life becomes chaotic, unpredictable. I’m glad you have that,” Janna said.

“What’s your more pressing concern as you settle in her eon the Athena?”

~Janna Kingston, CNS

Tyler’s expression softened, the faint smile lingering but losing its deflective edge. “I’d like to say I’m just finding my footing,” he began, “but truth is, that’s been a work in progress for a while now.”

He glanced down for a moment, thumb brushing along the seam of his uniform pants before he looked back up. “I’ve lost a lot of my early memories — not all of them, but enough to leave gaps. Medical’s done what they can to contain the damage. The rest…” He exhaled lightly through his nose, a small shake of his head. “It’s about learning to live with what’s left.”

For a beat, his gaze lingered on the distant wall — not unfocused, just somewhere else. Then, with practiced ease, he found his composure again. “The work helps. Discovery, analysis — it gives me something solid to hold onto when the rest feels a little less certain.”

He leaned back slightly, voice gentler now. “So, I guess my biggest concern isn’t settling in, exactly. It’s making sure I’m still… me, even if some of the pieces have gone missing.”

-Tyler Michael Wells, Science

She nodded slowly, her expression open and understanding. “Perhaps one of the greatest philosophical debates in the history of sentient beings is what exactly makes us us, and there are probably as many answers as there are people. Nature versus nurture and all that.”

Janna considered him for a long moment, comfortable in the momentary silence as she took in the essence of his issue and also the feelings surrounding them that were floating in the air between them. “Tell me who you believe yourself to be in this moment. Don’t worry about what might have been true before, but just focus on yourself right now. Who is Tyler Wells?”

~Janna Kingston, CNS