Posted by Lieutenant Commander Brenna Neenna Atoded (Chief of Pets & 2nd Officer (COP)) in Let’s Try this Again (TAG CNS)
Brenna could laugh at herself. She had to admit that previous run in the with counselor was funny. She probably sounded a little frantic. Well she was a counselor herself and she was aware that people who were exhausted did strange things. And Brenna certainly had been exhausted, surprised, and well she didn’t want to think about it. Having Richard around was going to be very very difficult. Though he’d be amazing to work with. His record was impressive and in just a few days it was obvious the crew was already taking to him.

Brenna opted not to take Greki and Fekri with her to this meeting. Instead Luna tagged along, happy in her carry bag. Munching on apple peel while Brenna took the turbolift to Deck 11. She stepped out and walked over to door, looking to see if Lt Eleyr had chosen to man the outside desk or not. Every counselor had their preference. She rang the bell and waited.
Lt Cmdr Atoded, CoP

Lounged at the outside desk, her feet perched atop its face and her fingers wrapped around what appeared to be an old-fashioned magazine (laminated to prevent decay, of course), was Eleyr. As the screech of a bell ravaged her ears, she slapped the magazine against her chest and peered over her slipper-ed toes. “Commander!” A wild grin spread across her lips as she swung her feet off the table and planted them on the ground. “I was just finishing my lunch with a rivetting tale of human scadal!”

Within seconds, she’d crossed to Brenna and struck out a hand in greeting.

“I wasn’t sure you’d return after that–” a playful sneer met her expression “–fiasco. Please, come inside. I don’t have any treats for the lady, yet. But I have Targ jerky– I hear it compliments apples well.” She palmed the door open and gestured for Brenna to enter first. The Betazoid 2O would find Eleyr’s office to be a striking contrast to when she’d last been there. Tapestries hung on either side of her weapon-laden wall, bearing the distinct design of House Em’ujo’s crest. Her floors were covered by rugs of varying patterns, each accented by blacks and reds. Couches were replaced by a mixture of cushions and low-level seats surrounding a long, wooden table accented by various odds and ends. But perhaps the most distinctive feature was a strange aroma that permeated the room. Subtly spicy and subtly sweet, it was a mystery to the nose.

“Take a seat wherever you like,” she hummed. “Would you like something to drink?”

— Eleyr, CNS