Posted by Lieutenant Commander Royal Sinclair (Counselor) in Pre-Sim: Psychological Eval

Posted by Lieutenant Elmira O’Shea (Chief Tactical Officer) in Pre-Sim: Psychological Eval
Let’s just like around the mind of a Betazoid. That ought to be fun! The sarcasm in her thoughts dripped to her expression, revealing one of illmanner and displeasure towards the thought. Despite being telepathic, to a degree, she had never been much a fan of people poking around her head, searching for answers about her inner self. There was a reason she had barriers, and it was to prevent people with the nerve to tap at them, from getting in.

Alas, it was a required event, and she hadn’t much choice, if she had any plans of starting her work aboard that ship, anytime soon. It was simply another needle in her back, but at least it was tiny enough to manage. Brushing off hee uniform, she adjusted it about her torso, heading towards the Counselor’s office, where she hoped to get this done as swiftly as possible.

Humming, nearly inaudibly, as she passed through the halls, she searched for the door marked with the Counselor’s name and profession. With her hands comfortably clasped behind the small of her back, she tilted her chin up, narrowing her gaze to make certain of the room she had stopped before. Determining it was the Counselor’s office, she muttered a soft curse to herself, and pressed her hand against the chime.

Elmira O’Shea
CTO

A male voice with a pronounced Scottish brogue said “Come in, it’s open.” and the doors slid open to reveal the Counselor’s office.

Decorated in a warm and calming manner, the office was welcoming and not at all like the rest of the offices on board. The desk had been moved to the corner of the space where the bulkhead met the outer hull’s windows, opening the office space up for a seating area large enough to hold more than the single individual that most often came to talk with the ship’s Counselor. A couch and a few chairs were set around a small table, on which sat a crystal bowl filled with multicolored glass beads that seemed to have a small amount of internal light inside them. Two chairs sat facing the desk, probably allowing for more formal conversations or for administrative needs.

Low bookcases lined the walls, each one closed with a glass fronted door with brass hinges, in which sat some real books, many notebooks, and a few bookends of various sizes and shapes. On the wall behind the desk were several pictures on either side of a display case. Each shelf was filled with a few items the young officer seated at the desk had collected so far; but on the top shelf prominently sat a single item housed in a rounded glass display: The Star Fleet Marine Corps Distinguished Service Cross.

The officer himself was something of an anomaly as far as Counselors went, as well. Seated at the desk, the human male was still striking in size. Broad shoulders seemed to fill out the blue uniform of the Medical and Science section in a manner that seemed to contradict the norm, and the broad chest was obviously well-muscled. Bright blue eyes looked up from a handsome face graced with a warm smile. Blonde hair cut more akin to a Security officer or Marine topped his visage, and Lieutenant Commander pips on the collar seemed to contrast starkly to the man’s youthful appearance.

As O’Shea entered, the man stood up… and up… and kept going up until he reached close to seven feet in height. The smile on his face broadened. “Hello, Lieutenant. I’m Lieutenant Commander Sinclair, Ship’s Counselor. What can I do for you today?” he said, the Scottish accent now positively unmistakable. He gestured to a seat facing the desk and added “Please. Have a seat.”

Sinclair, CNS

The interior of the counselor’s office was remarkably welcoming, in comparison to the standard monochrome of the remainder of the ship. Warmth radiated from its walls, producing a serene air, which Elmira could say she almost felt. Its design was simple, but its contents were everything but. Seconds passed, and a dark, obsidian gaze seemed to study– to scrutinize every intricate detail of the man’s office. To be expected, she would have assumed, but for some reason, she had been anticipating an office a little less.. Bright, in essence, compared to the one she found herself standing motionlessly within.

The unmistakable drawl of the Scottish tongue broke past the silence she had found herself wrapped in. Her attention now adjusted to the bulky man situated behind a fair-sized desk, she was in for another surprise. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of the service cross, leading her to the wild assumption that this man either had a history with the Marines (which his physique seemed to agree with), or had relation to someone who had. Surely, she knew better than to outright ask about his personal life, without even knowing who the man was. Holding her tongue, she offered a slightly crooked smile to the Counselor.

“Lieutenant Elmira O’Shea,” She nodded to Sinclair, taking a seat in the offered chair. In order to seem less tense than her body might have begged to portray, she brought her left left across her right, clasping her hands above her knee, in order to assume a relaxed position. As a Betazoid, she had never been the fondest of psychological evaluations, but she understood how trivial they could be to the operation of a starship. I suppose they don’t want a sociopath dealing with tactics. She mused to herself, raising her gaze back to the young counselor. “I’m here for a psych evaluation, if you don’t mind.”

Lt. O’Shea
CTO