Posted by Commander Amelia Manning (Executive Officer) in Counselor’s Office: Renveer’s Drop-in Hours

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Posted by Lieutenant Commander Renveer (Counselor) in Counselor’s Office: Renveer’s Drop-in Hours
Renveer hummed lightly to himself as he put the finishing touches on his new office. He watered the fern in the corner, straightened the throw pillows nestled in each corner of the couch, adjusted the angle of his chair, shifted the placement of his multiple degrees (both from Starfleet and Trill academia) on the wall. He looked around at the quaint space and couldn’t help but smile. It was still a little sparse, but Renveer entirely intended to leave room for items of significance that he collected from his travels on the Dresden.

Settling into his wing chair and crossing one leg over the other at the knee, Renveer propped his PaDD on his thigh as he scrolled through the ship’s roster. Mostly human, it seemed. He pulled up the leading sociological journal on Earth, hoping to gain some nuanced insights into the cultures of the planet and its people.

OOC: If anyone wants to stop by and interact with the counselor, feel free to initiate that in this thread or create another one! I know the Dresden hasn’t had a counselor for a minute so if you’d like that experience for your character I’m down!

(Lt. Comm. Renveer, Counselor)

OOC, for some of us thats probbably mandatory ;-) we’ll see you on a “checking in thread and go from there.

Charles

It was Harris’s job to Command the Dresden. And it was Amelia’s job to manage her crew. Such was the dynamic of the CO/XO double. Most mornings the two met briefly before going about their day, and some days, usually once or twice a week, they met again to talk about the direction of the Dresden over a glass of whiskey.

As such, there was no one on board the Dresden that knew more about her crew than Amelia. She was the one that met with the staff and painstakingly filed progress reports, taking note of issues she saw, read, or heard of here and there. She prided herself in personally knowing most of the members of the crew, and in knowing exactly what was going on with each one of them. And given the fact that the Dresden was getting a new counselor after a couple of rougher missions without professional support, Manning thought it was best to personally bring up to the counselor some matters she deemed important. Amelia didn’t have access to the medical or the psychological files of the crew, but that didn’t mean that she didn’t observe behaviors, see changes, and especially with no counselor to fill the said files, many of them went unwritten.

That was why, carrying a few PaDDs with her, Amelia was walking up to the office of the Dresden’s new counselor, if nothing else, hoping to meet the man.

Tucking a stray hair away from her face and back behind her ear, Manning pressed the chime.

Cmdr. Manning, XO

Renveer looked up from his reading at the sound of the chime. “It’s open!” he called as an invitation to enter. When the door slid back to reveal the executive officer of the Dresden, Renveer rose to his feet quickly. Renveer wasn’t the most formal person, but he had great respect for the senior officers of any Starfleet vessel and liked to show it. He moved to close the distance between them, extending a hand with a smile. He would clasp his other hand over Manning’s if the handshake was accepted.

“Commander Manning,” Renveer greeted her warmly, “It’s a pleasure to meet you.” The corners of his dark eyes wrinkled slightly as he grinned genuinely.

(Lt. Comm. Renveer, Counselor)