Posted by Lieutenant Tandra Mika (Counselor / Diplomatic Officer) in When Life does a 180

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Hannah Lori Asimina (Doctor) in When Life does a 180
Hannah was a little lost with herself. Her life had revolved around one purpose for so long. Now that had changed. She was incredibly happy and she loved her position on Saracen. In her down time, when she was alone, though she found she didn’t quite know what to do and was, well, she didn’t know what she was. There was a new counselor on board and who better to talk to? And if not professionally she could make a friend. With one or both of those thoughts in place Hannah stood outside the counseling office and rang the chime.
Lt jg Asimina, Doctor

Mika was bored. Impossibly bored. Very, very bored, with little to do besides read or stare at the wall of her new office. She had finally finished setting up her things, and finished everything she needed to do, and she had to admit her office looked… remarkably like her old one.

A desk sat in the back corner of the room, any papers neatly stacked on top. Photos of old crewmates were set up, some on the wall by the desk, some stood framed on the desk. There were about eight of them. In the center of the room, three chairs. Two were the same, one was a complete different chair. She meant to fix that later. A bookshelf lined another wall, mostly filled with medical texts, but she had opted to switch some of them for psychological or mental health textbooks instead. They took up perhaps half the shelf now. A few books she likes to read for fun were stacked on top. The rest of the walls were still bare, and she honestly had no idea what other furniture to decorate the room with.

The door chime rang, and Mika slipped a bookmark into her book and set it on the corner of the desk. “Come in,” she said, letting the person outside into the office.

~ Lt Mika, CNS/DO

Hannah entered the room and looked around. SOoooo much different from the last time she was in here. “Hello Lt Mika. How are you today? Have you settled in alright?” Hannah’s ‘accent’ seemed more pronounced today, her words perhaps slightly more difficult to understand if they weren’t paying attention. Someone who knew Hannah well would know that this was an indication that she was preoccupied by her own thoughts, and putting less conscious effort into enunciation. “Do you have time, or should I make an appointment later?” Hannah unlike many had no problem with counselors, and often enjoyed simply conversing with them, and found great benefit from their medical and psychological expertise. Though if Mika checked her psychological file there would be some concerning, but not horrible mentions from the last ship’s counselor she’d seen.
Lt jg Asimina, doctor