Posted by Lieutenant Anastasia Darren (Psychiatrist) in side sim - psychiatry suite bording evaluation

Posted by Crewman Jasper Jarvis (Cardiology and Surgery) in side sim - psychiatry suite bording evaluation

Posted by Lieutenant Anastasia Darren (Psychiatrist) in side sim - psychiatry suite bording evaluation
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“I’m Doctor Darren and I’ll actually be the one conducting your evaluation. Shall we get started?” She waved him into one of the small offices and indicated several seating options including chairs and a comfortable looking couch.

Jasper stepped across the threshold, his mind already running through the exact process of how to transplant a Vulcan heart; just in case. His gaze cast over the variety of seating options available to him. A classic way for someone in the psychiatric field to try and make a judgement about you before you had even sat down, literally. He’d chosen the couch with Counsellor Pope. An easy way of convincing the man he was willing to talk openly. Today he chose the seat in front of the desk. This was a simple evaluation after all, not therapy.

Anastasia smiled as Jasper chose his seat and then sat across the desk from him. While some therapists might be overly interested in where people chose to sit, she approved of the selection across the desk. Hopefully that meant they would both be completed with this process as quickly as possible.

“Would you like a lollipop?” She queried, reaching behind her for a small decorative bowl full of brightly colored candies on a stick. The selection included purple, red, green, and orange.

Darren

“Tell me, Counselor, do you offer everyone who enters your office some free cavities with their consultation? If so I would imagine that the ship’s dentist is either your best friend or worst enemy. Depending on his disposition, of course.” He waved a hand to decline the candy, should his question not have already sufficiently done so.

Dr J. Jarvis M.D

Anastasia’s dark eyes stared at him for a few moments, unblinking. Just as the silence grew uncomfortable, she tucked a piece of loose hair behind her ear and commented, “I just joined the ship so I haven’t had the opportunity to meet the dentist; however, in my… professional practice… I’ve found that a treat and something else to focus on helps those visiting my office feel more at ease.” She didn’t need to mention that this was the first time she’d had a professional practice… that certainly wasn’t at all relevant. She held out the lollipop container for another beat to see if Jarvis would change his mind, and then placed it on the desk within arm’s reach of him. “Feel free if you change your mind,” she continued, gesturing with her hand to indicate the container. She paused a moment to gather her thoughts and then queried, simply, “tell me about yourself.”

Darren

Dr Jarvis forced himself not to think of some snide comment regarding Darren’s ‘at ease’ philosophy. Instead, he pictured the pool of green blood that would be present when making the first incision into a Vulcan’s chest cavity using an old fashioned scalpel blade. His recollection the oxidising copper almost strong enough for him to smell. He gave the counsellor a deadpan look and wondered if she had been filled in on the basic information from his file. “I am a surgeon who’s experimentation and procedures in the field of genetic modification were considered so abhorrent by the denizens of Tarisa II that they saw fit to arrest me.” That much would certainly be in the file and so he had no qualms about using it as the jumping off point. He watched closely for the reaction.

Dr J. Jarvis M.D

Ana’s posture remained rigid and upright as she carefully watched the doctor in front of her. He seemed to be watching her just as closely. She took a moment to note the curiosity of that situation and then took what felt like a deep breath, but her rib cage barely moved. She had had only a moment to review Jarvis’ record before being shoo’d to handle his evaluation and she felt not only inexperienced but uninformed and unprepared, both feelings that she was unaccustomed to and did not like. She narrowly resisted the urge to lick her dry lips and, finally, in a neutral tone, asked, “and how do you feel about that?”

Lt Darren, Psychiatrist

Dr Jarvis barely seemed to blink as he stared at the psychiatrist through his round spectacles. Her rigid posture suggested that she was not quite at ease. Perhaps he should offer her one of her own lollypops. He resisted the urge to do so. While it would amuse him to mess with her head, he had to toe the line. The Captain had made it perfectly clear that should she be given the slightest indication he was unfit for duty, he’d find himself on the next shuttle bound for New Zealand. And he’d had enough of the picturesque land of the kiwi for one lifetime. Still, Counsellor Pope had always talked about honesty…

“The incarceration was a minor inconvenience,” he said calmly, as though he’d made a comment about a pretty nebula that had passed by a porthole. “Not to mention that the Tarisian’s fabled tight-lippedness transpires to be a lot of hogwash. At least once the Federation gets involved. However, the prospect of finding a replicator that can make a decent cup of tea has been a strong motivator. Who knows, perhaps I’ll stumble upon some genuine tea leaves during my time here.” He gave Darren a thin, unnerving smile.

Dr J. Jarvis M.D