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May 30, 2024, 10:54:10 AM5/30/24
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((Counsellor’s Office, Deck Five, USS Octavia E. Butler))
Following Jack’s meeting with Commander Walker, his next stop was with the ships councilor. Commander Promontory had asked for a psych evaluation so this was the next and hopefully last hoop Jack would jump through to get reinstated and back to work.
Karen anxiously awaited her new patient, her eyes scanning Lieutenant Jack Kessler's personal file. The details were intriguing, to say the least. Kessler had a somewhat languid demeanor and a pale complexion. While he was undeniably handsome, there was an unsettling aura that hung about him.
She was deep in thought when the doorbell's insistent chime pierced the silence.
Kessler: (stepping forward and reaching out to shake hands) Jack Kessler, pleasure to meet you.
Stendhal: The pleasure is all mine, Lieutenant. I'm Karen Stendhal, but I believe you already know that. Please, come in and make yourself comfortable.
Kessler: Thank you.
Jack took a seat as offered on the opposing side of a small coffee table from the Lieutenant and settled in for what he assumed would be another version of a debrief on his capture.
Karen raised an eyebrow, sensing something about imprisonment and captivity.
She also noticed where Jack had gone to sit, his choice to position himself behind the coffee table an intriguing one.
Stendhal: What do you think of the new ship?
Kessler: It’s very nice to be back among those I know. (beat) Better conversations anyways.
She looked at him deeply and then asked...
Stendhal: How do you feel?
Kessler: I’m feeling good. (beat) I mean, as best as can be expected.
oO Don’t lie to her. She could be Betazoid. Why didn’t I check before coming in here? Oo
A wave of strong feelings for Jack washed over her, momentarily pulling her back into the past. But as quickly as it arose, the intensity subsided, leaving a lingering emptiness in its wake.
Stendhal: Yes, you guessed right. I am Betazoid, or at least three-quarters so. My paternal grandfather was human. Don't worry.
Kessler: ?
Stendhal: Would you like some tea? Or perhaps coffee or another beverage?
Kessler: ?
Karen's footsteps echoed in the quiet office as she made her way to the replicator. She rummaged through the boxes behind her desk until she found her prized possession, a vintage kettle, a cherished gift from her grandfather. As she filled the kettle with water her thoughts drifted back to the feelings that she got from him.
Stendhal: I'd be happy to listen if you'd like to talk about your feelings of guilt towards those you've left behind. Perhaps I've misinterpreted your situation?
This wasn't going to be another rehash of Jack's incarceration. Karen was laser-focused on delving into the core of her new patient's issues, dissecting them, and resolving them collaboratively. One step at a time.
Kessler: ?
TBC/TAGS
Following Jack’s meeting with Commander Walker, his next stop was with the ships councilor. Commander Promontory had asked for a psych evaluation so this was the next and hopefully last hoop Jack would jump through to get reinstated and back to work.
Karen anxiously awaited her new patient, her eyes scanning Lieutenant Jack Kessler's personal file. The details were intriguing, to say the least. Kessler had a somewhat languid demeanor and a pale complexion. While he was undeniably handsome, there was an unsettling aura that hung about him.
She was deep in thought when the doorbell's insistent chime pierced the silence.
Kessler: (stepping forward and reaching out to shake hands) Jack Kessler, pleasure to meet you.
Stendhal: The pleasure is all mine, Lieutenant. I'm Karen Stendhal, but I believe you already know that. Please, come in and make yourself comfortable.
Kessler: Thank you.
Jack took a seat as offered on the opposing side of a small coffee table from the Lieutenant and settled in for what he assumed would be another version of a debrief on his capture.
Karen raised an eyebrow, sensing something about imprisonment and captivity.
She also noticed where Jack had gone to sit, his choice to position himself behind the coffee table an intriguing one.
Stendhal: What do you think of the new ship?
Kessler: It’s very nice to be back among those I know. (beat) Better conversations anyways.
She looked at him deeply and then asked...
Stendhal: How do you feel?
Kessler: I’m feeling good. (beat) I mean, as best as can be expected.
oO Don’t lie to her. She could be Betazoid. Why didn’t I check before coming in here? Oo
A wave of strong feelings for Jack washed over her, momentarily pulling her back into the past. But as quickly as it arose, the intensity subsided, leaving a lingering emptiness in its wake.
Stendhal: Yes, you guessed right. I am Betazoid, or at least three-quarters so. My paternal grandfather was human. Don't worry.
Kessler: ?
Stendhal: Would you like some tea? Or perhaps coffee or another beverage?
Kessler: ?
Karen's footsteps echoed in the quiet office as she made her way to the replicator. She rummaged through the boxes behind her desk until she found her prized possession, a vintage kettle, a cherished gift from her grandfather. As she filled the kettle with water her thoughts drifted back to the feelings that she got from him.
Stendhal: I'd be happy to listen if you'd like to talk about your feelings of guilt towards those you've left behind. Perhaps I've misinterpreted your situation?
This wasn't going to be another rehash of Jack's incarceration. Karen was laser-focused on delving into the core of her new patient's issues, dissecting them, and resolving them collaboratively. One step at a time.
Kessler: ?
TBC/TAGS
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Lt Jg Karen Trisha Stendhal
Counselor
USS Octavia E Butler
Counselor
USS Octavia E Butler
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