Posted by Lieutenant Casela Synthi-er (Counsellor / RTF) in Jessie Gets Her Head Checked

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.”

Jessie jerked her back and growled lowly. She had not expected or heard the counsellor approach. Given the part Klingon had exceptional hearing, this had caught her off guard and kicked her ‘fight or flight’ response. Pink flushed to her cheeks, expressing embarrassment that the woman had been able to startle her to the point of emanating a verbal instinctive reaction. “Yes. Of course that is my name. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Dr. Synthi-er”, Jessie said with a slight bow before following the counsellor. 

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

Looking around the room, Jessie looked for the most suitable and comfortable seating for her lanky frame. And then her eyes rested on the trinkets next to the counsellor’s desk. “No thanks. I am on duty. Maybe blood wine later if you want to accompany me to the ship’s lounge. What are those things?” Jessie said as she pointed to the shelf and sat on the largest couch at the same time. Sitting with her knees as far apart as possible, she rested her hands on the tops of her things and sat rigidly upright.

Crewman Polizzi, Science