Posted by Ensign Jason Maxwell (Science Officer) in Presim Check In With The Counselor
Jason is in his quarters preparing to meet the counselor. He leaves his quarters and makes his way to the counselors office. He rings the bell when he arrived.

Ensign Jason Maxwell Science

A woman with curly bright red hair, green eyes, and classic pale skin marked her as having strong Irish Terran heritage stood on the other side of the door when it opened. A very strong Irish accent flowed from her, “En. Maxwell. It’s nice te meet ye. I’m Lt O’Farrell. Come on in. Help yerself ta the replicator and ‘ave a seat.”

Immediately to the left of the door was a desk. A variety of places to sit and low tables dotted the rest of the open area. The right wall was taken up with a wall to wall, floor to ceiling storage until. Books, various pieces of art, and nick knacks covered the shelves. “Help yerself te the replicator and have a seat.” O’Farrell grabbed a glass of tea off her desk and had a seat in one of the chairs.

O’Farrell