Posted by Lieutenant Mackenzie (Mac) Cerwyrn Kindle (Chief Tactical/Lead RTF Officer) in Pondering thoughts (tags Chief Counselor)

Posted by Lieutenant Todd Nyman (Chief Counselor) in Pondering thoughts (tags Chief Counselor)

Posted by Lieutenant Mackenzie (Mac) Cerwyrn Kindle (Chief Tactical/Lead RTF Officer) in Pondering thoughts (tags Chief Counselor)

Mac was humming softly to the music in her ears thanks to a set of over the ear earbuds, she was in no hurry as she walked down the corridor towards the counselor offices.

She was off duty and wearing a black shirt with numerous colors of Sakura blossoms on it, black pants and slightly heeled black sandals that showed off her pearleasant hued painted toenails. She wore no jewelry and her hair was in a loose french twist with a few curls hanging free.

Mac had missed her original appointment thanks to some unforeseen issues with the RTF department(her assignment there had been in question by some of the other members and it had taken time to sort out), and then her assignment to the away team. That had not been a barrel of laughs at all except for the brief banter before the worms attacked. When she reached the doorway she removed her earbuds and turned off the music from her player she placed the earbuds in the slide in on the player and put it in her pocket.

She rang the chime and waited for permission to enter.

Ooc feel free to edit anything or let me know if you want me to make edits.

Lt Kindle
RTF Leader

“Come in…” Nyman called. No sooner had he given the cue the doors opened.

The counselor was sitting at his desk, which he repositioned to be to the left side of the room, in front of Maslow’s 100-gallon long terrarium. The little red-eared slider was swimming about, snacking on some pellets Nyman had just dropped in. The counselor seemed to be fidgeting with his hair, pulling it back into a more presentable shape with a few bands laid out on his desk.

Across from his desk was his new-ish seating area. It was sectioned off with same long pile rug, had the same cream-colored armchair and unremarkable wooden side table. However, it also featured a new chez lounge, significantly more pillows, and a set of plush stools. Behind the seating area, the wall still displayed his part of his collection of various clay sculptures and ceramics. The rest were now displayed on a large shelf along the back wall of the office, placed in between the two narrow starboard facing windows.

Lieutenant Nyman took a moment from playing with his hair to look over and wave her in.

“Oh hello,” he said with his usual air of friendliness, “I was about to call for you. I hope everything is okay.”

Mac smiled cheekily, “Hello, I am doing pretty good and I like the new look of the place.” She really really liked the look of chez lounge, pillows, along with those plush stools; which had her wishing he was aware of her feline nature so she could enjoy them in her feline form. As it was she pushed down her feline side and focused back on the Chief Counselor.

One final twist brought his hair back into a neat bun. Afterward, letting his hands rest on the table, making it clear she had his full attention,

“If this isn’t a good time for you, we can reschedule.”

|Lt. Nyman,
Chief Counselor|

“Now is perfectly fine, unless I am interrupting your free time? If that’s the case, I will come back when you’re back on duty?” Mac said with a cheekily playful grin. Folks that were not afraid to fix their hair in front of others always gave off the air of being more trustworthy in her opinion. Plus she honestly liked the chance to admire another’s hair. Her family was a mixture of every shade of ginger and red. Seeing other colors and textures of hair was always fun for her.

Lt Kindle
RTF Leader

“Free time?” he questioned, tilting his head slightly, “No, not at all! Don’t worry about it, I’m always available to help.”

It was pretty common for the Lieutenant to be in his natural form while alone. Hence why he was, to borrow a phrase, ‘caught his hair down’. It was slightly more difficult to maintain and style himself, but having long hair to play with was one of the ways he could stand appearing human so long. A way to change appearance without completely shifting forms. He stood up and gestured toward the seating area,

“You can have a seat if you would like. Can I get you anything? A drink or a snack, or anything really. It’s no problem.”

|Lt. Nyman,
Chief Counselor|

~bump