Posted by Lieutenant Commander Yuri Scholz (Executive Officer) in Pre-Sim Counselor’s Office - Check-In

Posted by Lieutenant Sathut (Counselor) in Pre-Sim Counselor’s Office - Check-In

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Yuri Scholz (Executive Officer) in Pre-Sim Counselor’s Office - Check-In
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Medical, Captain now Psychology Evaluation. How could Yuri go for the eval still sweating for the sword dueling he have made earlier with the boss? It would be gross indeed it would be. And so rushing to get a shower before the meeting could start, the Commander was already lost around the ship’s corridors.

It took a while but after 30ish minutes his shower refreshed his mind and was already in front of the counselor’s door. He haven’t read anything about the person behind that door, but what would have amazed him after stepping into the office was… that he was something more, feline.

Ringing the bell, he awaited someone to call to come in. In this timeframe he prepared his uniform and fixed his hairs as they were still a bit messy.

Lieutenant Cdr. Yuri Scholz - Executive Officer

The door to the Counseling offices slid open upon the chime. The room beyond was more like a waiting room than an office, with several doors against the wall and a desk near the door Scholz was stepping through.

Looking at it made Yuri think it was a joke, some sort of holographic projection So I am in the right place or- what the… “Hello, I’m Lieutenant Commander Scholz…” He said looking at the Bolian. “Yeah. Commander Scholz..” He repeated confused.

At the desk sat a sleepy looking Bolian man, who snapped to attention at the arrival of the XO. Well, snapped to attention was relative. More like he shifted from mostly asleep to only partially asleep.

“You got an appointment?” He muttered sleepily.

• Lt. Sathut, CNS

“To be honest?” He recomposed himself from a giggling posture “Yes, Yes Lieutenant. I have booked an appointment for a check-in yesterday.” The Officer paused “Tell me something… do the doors take somewhere or…?” He walked in inspecting the office curious. Is this really our counselor?

Lieutenant Cdr. Yuri Scholz - Executive Officer

The Bolian man grumbled slightly, then stood up. He was a regular height for a Bolian, fairly tall. “Um, sit. There’s like… Chairs there or something.”

“Chairs?” He looked for them “Right… chairs. I see no chairs…” He mumbled. The thing is: that was confusing. Firstly why there were several doors inside a room. Second, who the heck the Bolian was? Right. This place seems something I already seen… then he thought Mama’s old styled waiting room?

There indeed were a set of chairs. About seven of them, pushed against the wall.

He made his way over to one of the doors and leaned his head against the wall, tapping on the door. “Hey, Shrink, you in? Someone out here says he’s got an appointment or somethin’ and my terminal locked me out twenty minutes ago.”

A voice, muffled by the door, replied to the Bolian, then the young man turned and ambled back to his desk. “He says you can go right on in,” he shrugged, leaning down again.

• Sathut’s secretary

“Uhh… so I’m going” he walked toward the door looking the bolian and indicating the door with his thumb, like saying I’m going! “Thank you, whoever you are.” Opening slowly the door, Yuri was expecting some important person, to be honest. But… if the Bolian man was weird enough, the Counselor was going to be probably weirder or perhaps particular.

Stepping in the room, the Commander looked for the Counselor “Uhm. Hello? I’m Lieutenant Commander Scholz.” He introduced himself “I’m here for… ya know the check-in.” The awkwardness, the bizzarre layout of the counseling suite made the XO feel quite unplaced and uncomfortable.

Lieutenant Cdr. Yuri Scholz - Executive Officer

OOC: how does his office presents?

Ooc: if you could stop contradicting me that’d be lovely. There are chairs. The bolian secretary said there werr chairs, so they exist. That’s like… The prime rule of RP, is yes-and. Especially since the counselling area is ‘my space’ as i play the counselor. If a character i play describes something about the counseling offices, than it is true. (Also, describing the Bolian as short when i said nothing about his height? What was that for?)

IC:

Scholz finally got his look at the counselor himself. And if a sleepy Bolian secretary was going to break his brain, what he saw inside would surely drive him insane. The front half of the room was, in as many words, normal. But the back half of the room was raised about three feet off the ground, with miniature versions of a computer, desk, a comfy-looking chair near the edge, and bookshelf. The bookshelf itself had a collection of smaller-than-usual books! There was a railing on the edge of the platform.

The counselor himself was odd enough, as he stood from his desk and came over to sit on the small couch, which with the platform was raised just enough to put the man on eye-height with a regularly sized person. He was short. About three feet tall. “Please, take a seat,” he said, gesturing to the regular sized couch in the regular half of the room. “Don’t mind Daryl. He’s an odd fellow but he does his job. Mind you, he’s a little incompetent with computers. I need to get him to memorize his password. Or at least write it down.” He trailed off with a small shrug.

“I’m Sathut, by the way, although I hope you would know that. As the XO you should have already read my public file before I even came aboard. My office is set ip this way because I am not the only counselor on this ship. One man is not enough to cover the size of crew on a starship, so I have a team. Those other doors lead to my other teammate’s offices, and Daryl is supposed to make sure we don’t get bothered when we are busy with a client.”

Sathut looked like a Caitian had gotten into a shrinking machine and had gotten a hair-cut to remove the fluffy mane. He was covered in fur, and from what wasn’t covered by his dark blue dress, coloration was akin to that of a tabby, with white fur on his face and hands. The dress was a short-sleeved number that fit his form rather nicely and ran to his ankles, which were notably higher up on his legs than one would think, as he stood on his toes like a cat.

Sathut, CNS