Posted by Commander Garinder’Jen th’Jir (Executive Officer) in Counselor - Check In

Posted by Lieutenant Revna Edman (Counselor) in Counselor - Check In

Posted by Commander Garinder’Jen th’Jir (Executive Officer) in Counselor - Check In
Jen departed, noting that he really should block off his exercise time in the calendar lest it get interrupted by such things as .. this. However, he could not fault the counselor or the computer for logging the meeting when it did. He would simply have to do his run later. He had been finding an appropriate route around the saucer section, in that doing X laps will render a right distance. Jen did not like exercising thus in the holodeck. Unless one was mimicking where one was going to be stationed to and operating in, running on a sunset white sand beach was not conducive to the right mindset. This was training, not a walk in the park.

Speaking of that .. he reached the Counselor’s office and buzzed.
- Jen, XO

Revna heard the chime and got up and walked over to the door. “Ah, Commander th’Jir. Please come in.” Upon entering the office it was very subdued. The harsh grays and blues that came standard were replaced by earth tones of browns, bronzes, greens, yellows, oranges, and deep reds. There were several areas to sit, couches, chairs, floor pillows. There didn’t appear to be a desk anywhere. The shelves were filled with pieces of art and memorabilia that honored her heritage. The pictures were a mix of landscapes and abstracts, carefully placed around the room so as not to clash with each other. The shelves also included an array of different objects, from singing bowls, to art supplies, to mandalas. There was also a computer interface to allow patients to choose the background noise of their choice.

Jen entered slowly, taking the room in. He wasn’t fond of the colors, preferring whites, greys and blues. Seating wasn’t an issue; indeed they could handle a whole group therapy session. He moved over to a shelf and looked at the items with interest. “Are these yours?” he asked, wondering if they were her creations.

Revna nodded, “Yes Sir they are. The middle shelves are all from my home. The rest I acquired on my time serving, or got simply because. You’re welcome to take them down.” Revna knew this particular meeting was as much about the Cmdr getting his evaluation done as it was for him to take measure of the new counselor.

“I’m Lt. Revna Edman, please have a seat. Would you like something to drink?“ Revna walked over to replicator. She was pleasantly relieved to see the XO show up so soon for an appt. She’d only sent the message a short time ago. Leading by example, and she approved. She wasn’t sure why command made these things mandatory. After particularly difficult missions, personal mental crisis, etc Revna understood. Revna felt that a short test with the computer or a brief conversation was really all that was needed to determine if an individual under normal circumstances was fit for duty.
Lt. Edman, Counselor

Jen didn’t immediately move to a seat, but did turn to answer her. “No, thank you,” he said. “I ate earlier.” Convention would suggest him to have something to make it more informal. While Jen respected ritual very much, in this case it was a chat and not necessary. “I admire your initiative in seeking out those who are ..” he smiled before turning back to inspect a mandala. “.. delinquent.”
- Jen

Revna chuckled, “Yes well, it’s still early. We shall see how successful I am. From the records Rinker sent to me the crew can be rather…” she had words, but decided to err on the side of politeness, “stubborn. I’ve never understood how command staff can face the things they do, but are afraid of me and a little chat.” She grinned. “I appreciate your own promptness.” She moved to a seat. If Jen wanted to take down the mandala or anything else she had a “for all” policy. “That particular mandala came from Tibet. I made a trip there when I was in college. I got to watch the monks create one from colored sand, and then destroy it.” she smiled at the memory and picked a small vial up from her desk and held it up. It was filled with a swirling mess of colored sand. “They gave each of us a small part of it as a blessing.”

LT. Endman, Counselor