Posted by Ensign Clinton Reed (Engineer) in Checking in with the ships counselor
Having put off checking in with psych for as long as was practicle, Stores finally made an appointment. Unfortunantly, at least from his perspective the Head of department was available emidiatly. So off he went, after a stop to wash is face and hands and change overalls to a clean set No sense geting crud all over the Shrinks couch then the ride up from the lower decks to the Cheif Counselors office. Taking a deep breath at the door Stores keys the door chime It’s not that I hate the witch doctors so much, its just a pain in the ass breaking in a new one

Clinton “Stores” Reed, Supercargo

“It’s open!” called a bright voice from inside. Renveer looked up as Stores entered, lowering the PaDD he had been inspecting. “Ah, Ensign Reed. Good afternoon! Please, have a seat.” Renveer extended a hand toward the loveseat couch across from the high-backed chair he was sitting in. The counselor stuck the PaDD into the crevice between the arm of his chair and the cushion, then crossed one leg over the other at the thigh and clasped his hands around his raised knee. “How can I help you today?”

(Lt. Comm. Renveer, Counselor)