Posted by Lieutenant Séan Iven (Counselor) in Side sim: Rendezvous

Posted by Lieutenant Tandra Mika (Chief Mental Health Officer) in Side sim: Rendezvous

Posted by Lieutenant Séan Iven (Counselor) in Side sim: Rendezvous
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Séan was at the fountain he found his first night on Oed. He was sitting on a bench with one leg crossed over his knee and he was reading a PaDD. He was out of uniform and a bit early for the meet-up time with Thyr. It would probably help to keep their cover if it looked like he wasn’t waiting for someone to arrive.

Counselor Iven

Thyr was a couple minutes late for their meetup. He showed up in more typical clothes, a heavy duty shirt and jeans with sneakers, and took a seat on the bench. “Evening.”

~ Thyr

“Good evening.” Séan greeted back while setting the PaDD down in his lap and turned his attention to his companion. “Have any difficulties finding this place?”

Counselor Iven

The Andorian shook his head. “Believe it or not, there aren’t that many fountains in squares.” He gave the square a quick look around, as if checking for something, then looked back to Séan. “It is a little… out of my comfort zone, shall we say.”

~ Thyr

Séan spread his hands slightly and smiled. “Well you’re choosing the next spot so pick somewhere that is in your comfort zone. Speaking of comfort, how is your injury doing?”

Counselor Iven

“I’ll think about it while we talk,” he replied, leaning back on the bench. “Still a little sore, but healing,” Thyr answered, a little defensively. “Shouldn’t be a problem much longer.”

~ Thyr

Séan nodded. “I’m glad to hear that. Have you had any more problems with drunk Klingons?”

Counselor Iven

Thyr shook his head. “If I had, I’d be more bruised. You just here to ask me if I’ve been in trouble?” He asked irritably. “I’ve been back to that bar but I didn’t talk to anyone. And that stupid shop actually keeps me pretty busy.”

~ Thyr

“I’m not your parole officer, I don’t care if you get into another fight or in trouble, as long as no one dies.” Séan said with a shake of his head. “I’m interested in your wellbeing though now that you’re my patient. Whether you believe I have your wellbeing in mind is entirely up to you. The arrangement was to talk and that’s what I’m interested in.”

Counselor Iven

“You don’t think I kill people for fun, do you?” Thyr asked, glancing at Séan. “I believe you. What I don’t get is why. What do you want to talk about?” This wasn’t his idea, if Séan wanted to talk, Séan could decide about what.

~ Thyr

“I don’t know yet if you enjoy killing or not.” Séan said with a shrug as he continued watching Thyr. “I want to talk about you but the last time you were the topic you got a little testy. So let’s narrow the scope a little bit. You tell me what is good to talk about and what is off limits.”

Counselor Iven

“I’m neutral towards it,” Thyr said. “I don’t do it purely for fun, I’m not a total psychopath.” But he wouldn’t hesitate either. And back on the ship, if he’d been ordered to do it, he would. “My past is off limits, at least for now.” He answered quickly. “Ask about me if you want but don’t go looking for my history.”

~ Thyr

Séan nodded. “Alright. I take it from our last conversation that you don’t really like Oed. Why is that exactly? Is it because it’s a planet and not a ship?”

Counselor Iven

“It’s not Oed specifically… In fact if I weren’t in my current predicament I suspect I could do a lot of business here. Assuming I didn’t get caught by Starfleet. And relax. I was better at avoiding Starfleet as a criminal than I apparently am as… Whatever I am now.” Thyr shrugged. “I didn’t choose to come here. I don’t want to give up my old life. I like my old life.”

~ Thyr

Séan grinned wryly at Thyr’s comment about avoiding Starfleet better as a criminal. He assumed Thyr had the support of the Syndicate to help with that. A thought came to him. “You liked your old life. Not that I’m condoning a life of crime or anything, but it sounds like you can’t go back. Which I understand to a point how unforgiving ‘they’ could be. Since you can’t go back why not make something that you can like here?”

Counselor Iven

“Not only do I owe so much money, but I crossed… ‘them’. The only thing going back can get me is some form of horrifyingly painful death. They’d… Break every bone in my body and then harvest my organs live. Or worse.” He shook his head and shrugged. “There is nothing else I like. Never has been. I like weapons and space.”

~ Thyr

Séan nodded in understanding. “Well obviously you can’t go back with a dismal end like that lined up. You’re going to go crazy if you can’t find something to do here though. Something you would enjoy.”

Counselor Iven

Thyr shrugged. “Then I’ll go crazy eventually I guess.” Or do something dumb and get involved in crime. He wasn’t exactly known for bright decisions. He was the weapons guy, not the idea guy. “I make weapons. I practice fighting skills, when I’m not injured. I guess that’s it now.” It was boring, so boring he was going to go crazy just from the boredom.

~ Thyr