Posted by Lieutenant Todd Nyman (Chief Counselor) in Alt-Timeline: Counseling Department Meeting [Tag Dr. Witley]

Posted by Lieutenant Laural Corynn Witley, Ph.D., M.D. (Counselor) in Alt-Timeline: Counseling Department Meeting [Tag Dr. Witley]

Posted by Lieutenant Todd Nyman (Chief Counselor) in Alt-Timeline: Counseling Department Meeting [Tag Dr. Witley]
The Chief Counselor’s Office, now free of boxes and packaging, now resemble a sort of museum of sculpture and pottery. Shelves were lined with pieces from all over the quadrant, along with some pieces made by Nyman himself. A small fountain took up on corner of the desk. One could hear it’s gentle splashing along with the bubbling filter of the turtle tank.

Lieutenant Nyman, satisfied with the arrangement of his new office (at least, for the time being) could now move on to more important matters. There was one Dr. Witley, from what he could tell a very knowledgeable person. She had been on the ship longer, had several sessions with the higher-ranking officers, and had experience as a chief counselor before. On his previous ship, Nyman was more or less the designated “moral officer”, handling both planning for recreational events and regular counseling duties. Being recommended the position of Chief Counselor for the Leviathan was a surprise, and he had a lot to learn about his new responsibilities. This is where he hoped Dr.Witley could help him.

=^= Dr. Witley, =^= he called =^= This is Lieutenant Nyman, would you please meet me in the Chief Counselor’s Office?=^=

~~~ Lieutenant Nyman

“On my way, Lieutenant,” Laural replied pleasantly, tapping her own badge. She was surprised but not disappointed by Nyman’s assignment. Starfleet Command worked in mysterious ways and she learned long ago not to obsess over what their decisions meant for her. She knew how to bloom where she was planted. Making her way to the office easily enough, she pressed the chime , the hum of her chair ever present.

~Dr. Laural Witley, Counselor

Lieutentant Nyman opened the door, ready to meet Dr. Whitley. His appearance was that of a blond, green-eyed human male of average build. Today, he had opted to put his shoulder-length hair in two, Nordic style braids. At first, expecting to meet someone… taller…his gaze was not quite in the right place. He did eventually catch sight of Dr.Whitley. Oh, he thought to himself, That’s what a grav-chair is.

“Thank you for coming doctor,” Lieutenant Nyman greeted her with a smile. Afterwards, stepping out of the way to let her through the door.

“Please, come it. I’m going to get some water, do you need anything?”

~~~ Lieutenant Nyman

Smiling good-naturedly, Laural allowed the moment to pass with ease. Her younger self would’ve not only felt awkwardness wash over her at a time like this, but she would have also felt resignation. Just because she was accustomed to others not knowing what to expect of her because of her disability, it didn’t mean she stopped hoping she would stop sticking out like a sore thumb.

“No, but thank you,” she replied, entering the office easily enough but always ever mindful of other people’s toes. “Welcome aboard.”

~Dr. Laural Witley, Counselor