Posted by Ensign Byrnarterro Ch’riaqer (Science Officer) in Psychological Evaluation: Ens Ch’riaqer (tag CNS)
When most officers join the ship, most dread the psychological evaluation. But Byr relished it, and some would even say enjoy them. It was an odd occurrence as he cheerfully made his way towards the CNS office and pressed the chime on the office door.

Ensign Byrnarterro Ch’riaqer

OOC: Oh wait, that’s me .. in all my time here I don’t think I’ve done a CNS .. be afraid .. be very afraid .. I’ll um, have a bio up soon. In the meantime ..
IC:

“Six? Six rooms for talking and pouring out bleeding heart stories? Humans,” the Klingon muttered to himself as he worked at the rearrangement of the room from the ‘previous’ counselor. Flowers. Paintings to stimulate calm and peace. Fluffy pillows. Pathetic. He’d soon set this room to rights. There should be something to whittle down the chaff of the people who just came to talk. Talk. Talk. Talk. Ugh. Perhaps relocate the counseling offices in the holodeck and set it up like the Rite of Ascention as the doors open. A few pain sticks should help deal with that. Six rooms of hand holding, coddling, tribble cuddling, tea sipping nonsense.

There was a loud grunt on the far side of the doors and a bang that Byrnarterro heard as though something heavy had crashed into it. A moment later the doors opened and the end of a couch was falling in the direction of the young Andorian.
Torgh, CNS (sorta)