Posted by Lieutenant Casela Synthi-er (Counsellor / RTF) in Main sim: Counselling Center

Posted by Civilian Genesis (Gen) McCallister (Anomalous Individual) in Main sim: Counselling Center
As the away team assembled for the very important mission Gen sat in her fort in the counselling center. She gave off the kind of nervous energy that often accompanied someone going on an adventure they were sure they wanted or visiting somewhere new that scared them…or of brides and grooms on wedding days. He hugged her knees and tried to ignore the pressure building in her head, a sort of dull throb that got worse as the moments went on till she could only put her hands to her temples, squeeze her eyes shut and grind her teeth. Outside the fort the sound of the glass vase sitting nearby as it cracked and shattered punctured the air. The pressure lessened and she curled up into the foetal position and lay still for a while.

This is how Fenrir, sent by his controller, found her some time later. When she became aware of the ’Dog’ the girl had sat up to watch it warily, and so they had both had a kind of stalemate for a time. Once she discovered that he wasn’t going to hurt her she reached out to pet the dog. That’s what you did with dogs she remembered.

Carefully she moved out of the fort and sat watching him for a few more minutes. By the time the away team was headed to the transport room and had anyone checked. They would find her kneeling in front of Fenrir holding what appeared to be her socks balled up. She showed it to the ’dog’ and explained the process again, then tossed it a short distance across the room.

”See…” she asked it. ”Now…” she got up and picked up the socks and returned. ”Now you try…” she said and tossed them again. ”Fetch…”

Gen

Fenrir watched Gen carefully when he first found her. She appeared to be sleeping. He reported to Casela that he had located Gen and she was sleeping. He sat quietly watching her when she finally came out of her cave like structure. When she tossed the socks he went after them, picking them up with his gripping apparatus. He wasn’t sure why he needed to do this, but Casela had said to keep her entertained and safe. He handed the socks to her. “My designation is Fenrir.” He wouldn’t speak again, but would continue to interact with Gen.”

Lt Synthi-er

She watched him. ”My designation is Genesis…they called me Gen.” she said and played with the socks. ”Do you want to play fetch?” she waited a moment then tossed the socks again.

Gen