Posted by Lieutenant Isabella “Speedy” Gonzales (Bridge Officer Helm/Ops) in CNS Office - Gonzales checks in for a surprise
Izzy stepped out of the turbo lift and made her way towards the door that held the next of her standard boarding appointments: the dreaded ‘counselors evaluation’.

She was slightly early for her appointment but wanting to get this over with as soon as possible, Izzy pressed the door chime.

Izzy Gonzales - Helm Officer

A voice that was oddly familiar came from the other side and the door opened to reveal the inside of the Counselor’s dreaded ‘dungeon’.

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.

Seated behind the desk sat the big Scot from the lounge. Instead of the civilian clothes he had on previously, he was now dressed in the blue uniform of the Medical and Science sections. Lieutenant Commander pips shined brightly on his collar. Looking up, he said “Well, well. I’m guessing you are my final appointment this evening, then? Color me surprised. Please have a seat, Lieutenant.” he said, indicating the seating area set away from the desk. “Or feel free to lay down on the couch. That sometimes makes analyzing your relationship with your mother based on how you hold your coffee or which end of your biscuit you eat first easier on the victi… er, attendee.” His tone was absolutely mocking and sarcastic, but it was still friendly somehow.

Sinclair, CNS