Posted by 2nd Lieutenant Gillian “Gilly” Adams (Marine) in Head Shrinking
Gilly left sickbay and headed to her next stop, the Counselor’s office. It never failed to amuse her that Star Fleet insisted that everyone talk to a CNS. She had done so when she was in San Francisco because she had been ordered to if she was going to work with Star Fleet. It was not something that the Marine Corps really held to, but in order to avoid any conflicts before she even reported for duty, she followed protocol. Finding herself now standing outside the Counselor’s office, she rang the chime and waited.

Gilly

The door opened, and a woman with curly bright red hair, green eyes, and classic pale skin marked her as having strong Irish Terran heritage stood there. A very strong Irish accent flowed from her as she offered her hand, “2nd Lieutenant Adams? It’s nice te meet ye. I’m Lt O’Farrell. Come on in.” She pressed the control on the office door and stepped inside.

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.

Lt. Mardusk, counselor