Posted by Ensign Dr. Francis Stein (Doctor) in CNS Office - Ens. Stein

Posted by Lieutenant Ta’lahali Akera Beveres (Counsellor) in CNS Office - Ens. Stein

Posted by Ensign Dr. Francis Stein (Doctor) in CNS Office - Ens. Stein
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Stein caught the deflection and rolled with it for now, “Oh a little of both. I was up for reassignment and I was fine with somewhere away fro prying eyes. Or rather away from too many other people. People, as a rule, annoy me,but they are fascinating aren’t they? I mean that is why I got into medicine. Pathology.” He tilts his head ever so slightly and grins, “What about you, Lieutenant? Why did you get into medicine? Do you like prying open our minds and see what makes us tick, tick, tick?”

Ens. Stein

“Viking is a rather off-beat ship. It does not follow the same methods of other ships and tends to find itself on alterior paths. I cannot say that this is worthy of surprise. Anyone can come aboard this ship and just feel that it is different.” A faint smile tugged at her lips, “Are you finding the ship to be worthy of your anti-socialism, so far?”

Ah, another way to shift the topic back. She fought the urge to facetiously roll her eyes. After all, this seemed to be a game between two offers who knew their way around the mind. “Yes. It is fascinating to see how the mind has a way of making people believe they are one thing, when totally antithesis. Or how the mind is so powerful as to corrupt a person right before their very eyes, and yet they are blind to it.”

She shook her head, “But I am here to not only study, but assist. You cannot heal a mental illness, but that does not mean you cannot teach someone to use those flaws to assist in their own self-healing, if you would.” She was a woman who believed in the fact that people don’t change, as they become more of who they truly are. In fact, she discovered people never changed, with their traits, but their thoughts did. Thus, an assassin could become a martyr, if they learned to use their flaws to their strengths.

“And you? What keeps you so interested in medicine? Is it simply the way our bodies work? Or is there something beyond that beloved pathology?” The longer they talked, the less she was sweet with him. He did not seem someone who needed to have such a gentleness to be talked to. He seemed strong, capable of handling whatever came to him. “And for that reason, are you more interested in the development of medicine to inhibit the cause or effect of a disease, or the physical treatment or diagnosis of it?”

Lt. Beveres

OOC: I don’t know what it is, but you have an interesting character, here!
Trin

OOC: Well thank you!

“Mm,” Stein said with a momentary thought before moving on to answering the litany of questions leveled his way, “Well anti-socialism is the way of a military ship, but yet it is the Federation, so socialism, is established as a rule of law. When there are no resources it is hard to maintain a capitalistic society.” He pauses before he moves on to the next question, perhaps out of order.

“Medicine is, and will always be, a love of mine. Think of all that we can do, and achieve, working towards the singular goal of improving humanity. Think of the leaps and bounds we can make if we figure out if other worlds hold the cure to our deepest problems,” He continues, sucking in a breath and letting it out slowly, fending off some pent up glee at the thought. “Puzzles that are meant to be solved, Lieutenant.”

“They may be meant to be solved. However, not every puzzle has the pieces you’re looking for. It isn’t uncommon for you to nearly finish the jigsaw, only to find you are missing a single, significant piece within it.” Beveres was a rather tentative woman. She saw medicine as theories woven into fact, a branch of inexplainable science to those who hadn’t the patience to listen.

He pauses then and tilts his head the other way, “So you don’t believe all illnesses can be solved, that cures can be found? Have you given up hope so easily to not believe in more aggressive approaches? Surely it has been proven time and time again that you can reprogram someone’s core personality. You can’t assure anyone how it will come back out, but you can do it with the right blend of drugs and liberal application of questionable ethics.”

Ens. Stein, Medical

“I don’t believe they can all be solved simply,” Beveres remarked. “Every illness has a cure, but that does not mean we will have the resources of even the knowledge to discover it. This is partially why cancer was such an issue, for several centuries. As the human capacity for knowledge was so limited at the time, they continued to overlook the simple answer that would have been able to lead them to their solution.” She informed.

“It is less about whether or not I believe they can be cured, as opposed to believing there is never an easily road to a cure. However, this is only for physical illness. Mental illness is much different. It is rooted into the depths of the mind, constantly confusing and confounding its victim. Mental illness cannot be cured, as it is a defect of the mind. You cannot heal bipolar disorder, but you can treat it to become tolerable. You cannot heal post traumatic stress disorder, but you can offer the tools to grow with it. Mentality and physicality are two very different things. So, while a physical cure can always be found, a mental cure is not so often the same.” Essentially, She was saying she believed in physical illnesses having a cure, but not that of mental.

“Even with a flurry of drugs and questionable procedures, to tell a patient you have cured them of their mental instabilities, would be a lie. Even if they are doing better, there is still the faintest sliver of that illness always there in the subconscious psyche.”

Lt. Beveres
CNS

“Far be it from me to tell you how to run your department. I am an ensign only, after all,” Stein said, spreading his hands wide in front of him, palms up in a sign of acquiescence, “Even more importantly the mind is not my specialty. I know enough to know which drugs will calm a nervous man, or put the mentally unstable patient into a restful sleep but beyond that I am afraid I am of little use in this field.”

Placing his hands back in his lap he crosses his legs at the knee, bouncing his foot in thought, “But I do think you give up too easily. You may not have all the puzzle pieces now but you might have enough to see what the big picture looks like. You can pursue a course without having the full map after all.” He eyes her a moment with a warm and friendly smile, “Though you really didn’t answer my question. What drove you to this field? Did you have some… friend, relative in your life that suffers from mental disease or defect? Or is it simply curiosity that drives your passions, Lieutenant?”

Ens. Stein, Medical

Tal shook her head, there was no use in pursuing much as a normal psychiatrist might of, not on this ship, where every turn was the wrong one. She had learned, after awhile, the best way to attempt to heal the mind, was by words and discussion rather than medicine. She did not wish to chemicals cure a person, because that might force them to rely on pills for stability, or an injection for serenity, either or which could become without availability to them. “Perhaps you’re right,” But she did not bother saying much more, further.

Tal wasn’t much a fan of being asked these questions, finding this time was meant to be about Stein, not her. Perhaps it was that counselor psyche, to always find oneself paying minimal attention to themselves, and moreso on others. Although, this tended to cause them to lose themselves and hardly even realize who or what they are. Beveres did not find that she was comfortable enough to say the truth about what drove her here, for the reasons stated above. “I know someone- or knew someone, with an incurable illness.” That was all she said.

“Anyways.” She worked to change the subject, once more obtaining that sense of mystery. “I trust you have nothing of immense importance you need from me?” She offered a smile.

Lt. Beveres
CNS

Stein offered a smug grin as Beveres shut down about her past, his own little victory in, apparently, unsettling the counselor who was supposed to be interviewing him. “Oh no I am quite sane I fear.” He waves a dismissive hand before searching the superior officer’s features, eventually resting his eyes on hers. Those watery eyes that seemed to stick with a person.

“However I do enjoy our chats, Ma’am. We should make a habit of it. Is there anything more I can do for you before I am dismissed? Any question I can answer, any problem I can solve?” he asks with a small grin.

Ens. Stein, Medical

OOC: Bump

“No, Ensign. I do believe you have done all you can,” Her words offered no meaning, beyond what the person chose to interpret them as. Her expression: genial, calm, impassive. It was as if she was endlessly content, a facade a sad result of her many years training. She had never liked these evaluations, not for her patients and especially, not for her. Perhaps it was the need to seem a bit askew from those she treated, or perhaps it was just her method of thinking. Whatever it is, she didn’t like discussion the past. “You are hereby cleared for duty,” She signed him off. “If you ever need someone to talk to, my door his always open, day or night.. or whatever the simulation likes us to believe it is.”

Lt. Beveres
CNS

“I live to serve,” Stein says as he salutes and then turns towards the door, “And at your beck and call should you desire my presence for anything at all.” His near silent footsteps pad away and towards the door. Eerie silence in his wake.

Dr. Stein, Medical

Tal sighed, turning from the door and back to her work. What an interesting man Doctor Stein was.. interesting, indeed.

• Beveres

OOC: That was a lot of fun! I cannot wait to see where his character goes. :)