Posted by Ensign Fraiser Flynn (Security Officer) in Side Sim: Flynns Psychological Evaluation
That’s one out of three done Fraiser thought to himself as he walked out of the Security office. Now it was merely a matter of his deciding whether he did his physical or psychological first. Ordinarily out of the two Fraiser would choose physical and save the mind games for last, but his research into the other crew members aboard the ship had revealed that the CMO came from an empathic background. As a rule, Flynn tended to avoid empaths, no matter how charming he was they never really took to him. It was like they could sense the darkness that Elaine claimed was inside him, so having one with such a prominant role in sickbay was… problematic. He didn’t need anymore paranoid officers running behind him and crying wolf like Counsellor Hicks had done.

While he deliberated his feet made his choice for him. It seemed that in no time at all they’d taken him straight to the counellors office. He stopped and gave a couple of tugs to his uniform jacket until it was sitting on his shoulders perfectly. Giving a polite nod to a passing NE, he tentitvely touched his hair, ensuring that it was still sitting emmaculately on his head. Given the counsellor was unfortunately male, his good looks wouldn’t quite have the same effect of him as it would should the counsellor have been female. Early on Flynn had learnt that cousellor sessions were merely a mind game; simply put Fraiser sold his character, Counsellor tried to poke holes in it. Until Hicks, he’d been able to sell the perfect officer but Hicks had taken one small coencidence and spun it into a wild theory. Flynn shook his head, there was no point dwelling on that now. Stepping forward he rang the chime to the Counsellors office. As he waited for a response, he stepped sideways so that he could lean against the doorframe and fixed an idel expression on his face. Let the fun begin.

Ensign Flynn
Security

Without any command, 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 showing individuals, groups, and a few that seemed to be a sports team of some kind. Each shelf was filled with a few items the 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.

Seated at the desk was a human male who seemed very much not a Counselor. Broad and muscled shoulders framed a large chest and well-muscled arms looked moderately out of place in the blue uniform of the Science and Medical section. The Lieutenant Commander pips on the collar clashed with the apparent age of the man. Blonde hair, cut in the traditional style of the Marines, topped a youthful face with piercing blue eyes that looked up from the desk as the door opened. A deep Scottish brogue issued forth from the large man and a smile crossed his face as he spoke. “Come in, please. How may help you, Ensign?”

Sinclair, CNS