Posted by Crewman Jessie Polizzi (Novel Researcher) in Jessie Gets Her Head Checked
Pulling her bright red coveralls out of her backside, again, Jessie moved slowly down the corridor to the counsellor’s office. The hem of the coveralls stopped about four inches too short and no matter how many times she had asked the replicator to produce a longer pair, the result was never a good fit. Either the leg length was too short, too long or it was too tight for zipping properly. Making a mental note, she planned on asking the CSO if she could wear something more similar to BVDs. Or were they called BTUs? She couldn’t remember. Turning her ball cap so the brim faced forward and not backwards, Jessie untangled her long jet black cane rolls before pressing the chime with her long brown forefinger. 

Crewman Jessie Polizzi, Science

Casela had been else where when Jessie walked up. She heard the chime and came jogging down the corridor from another room and into the large central area of the counseling deck. “Ah, you must be Jessie Polizzi? I saw your name and face on the crew manifest. I”m Casela Synthi-er, Head counselor. Come on in.”

In her office there were no pictures. Her educational credentials went up on the wall. She may lack rank, but not the training, and not the experience. There was a small shelf next to her desk, that was away from prying fingers. Several small items went onto that shelf that had significant meaning to her, but the wise would never ask her about them. There was a choice of chairs or couches. “Would you like something to drink?” Casela asks as she steps into the office.
Lt. Synthi-er, CNS