Lt. JG August Winslett - Checking the Checker
Jeff Bullock
((Counsellor's Office - Medical Complex - Deck 10 - USS Ronin))
August had his work cut out for him. He’d previously been a part of a large medical team and now, being one of the few counselors on the ship, paperwork was a constant. He’d had some time to engage in practice, which had been invigorating, but just keeping track of the crew’s mental health documentation was a full-time job.
He’d started to doze off at his desk a bit when the standard Starfleet chime roused him. He rose to answer the door. As it softly hissed open, he found himself face-to-face with a striking female Vulcan with a severe (as one would expect), but not unfriendly countenance. August smiled warmly and studied her for a moment, trying to put his finger on what was so intense about her gaze.
oO Ah: Betazoid. Oo
The ears were definitely Vulcan, but her dark, black irises spoke of a Betazoid heritage. It would be an interesting challenge trying to counsel someone who could read his thoughts and emotions.
T’Fearne: Greetings, Lieutenant. Apologies if I’ve interrupted at an inconvenient time. I’m Security Officer T’Fearne.
She extended her hand and August took it, appreciating what was clearly a thoughtful gesture from someone who probably didn’t grow up on Earth.
Winslett: It’s a pleasure to meet you, Officer T’Fearne. And please, call me August. It’s always a convenient time to come visit me, and you’re not interrupting a thing. Is everything alright?
T’Fearne: Yes sir. Could I have a few moments of your time?
Winslett: ::gesturing to the couch behind him:: Come on in and have a seat.
T’Fearne walked past August and set herself on the edge of the couch, not quite sinking back. He wondered if she might be a bit nervous or had something difficult she’d like to talk about.
Winslett: ::sitting in the chair across from the couch:: What can I do for you?
T’Fearne: Part of my duties occasionally involve updating crew security certifications. Since you're newly assigned to the Ronin, your file's been flagged for recertification. If you have a few minutes, I’d like to conduct your interview and update your file.
Winslett: ::crossing his right leg over his left:: Well this will be a pleasant change of pace! In my experience, questions usually come from this side of the couch. ::smiling:: I’m happy to do the interview. Fire away!
oO Probably not a great euphemism for a security officer. Oo
When she didn’t respond for a moment, August wondered if there might be more to the visit.
Winslett: Is there anything else you’d like to talk about while you’re here?
T’Fearne: I also realised…The recent missions have kept me... occupied. I haven't exactly made time for a proper check-in with the ship's counsellor since coming aboard. I suppose now is as good a time as any. What would you like to know?
Winslett: ::furrowing his brow:: Interesting. Well, I’ll start by saying that, really, what I want to know is how you’re doing. How have you been lately?
T’Fearne: Response
Winslett: ::laughing:: Yes, I suppose it’s rather vague. I know that can be frustrating, but I don’t want to impose a standard of being on you. I want you to control the conversation. Let me help you organize any unpleasant emotions or persistent thoughts tumbling around in there ::pointing to his own head::.
T’Fearne: Response
Winslett: Before we continue, do you mind if I record our conversation? It’ll be kept in strict confidence. It just helps me refresh my memory before we talk next, but it’s completely up to you.
T’Fearne: Response
Winslett: ::nodding:: Understood. And don’t let me forget about the security recertification before you leave! Sometimes I can get to talking and completely forget why I walked into a room. Now ::shifting in his seat:: let’s start with your time on the Ronin. How are you enjoying a post with security?
T’Fearne: Response
TAGS / TBC