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Mandatory Shrinkage

Posted on 06 Jun 2019 @ 07:33 by Ensign Kendra Kyle & Lieutenant Ezrik Kaz PsyD

Mission: Scylla and Charybdis
Location: Counselor's Office
Timeline: Mission Day 2 at 1300

"You think that I'd have more important things to do with everything going on but as it turns out I don't," Kendra said, as she took the seat the counselor offered. As part of her poor behavior in flight school to be given the opportunity to go back she was going to need to wait until she advanced to Lieutenant Junior Grade and she'd also need to keep regular mandated counseling appointments.

"How are you, Doc?" she asked.

Ezrik wore a charcoal tunic the hung loosely from his shoulder. He usually opted against wearing a uniform on duty as the casual attire made his patients more at ease “I’m well, and please call me Ezrik.” He smiled warmly.

"Ezrik, got it," Kendra said, she looked a little anxious and rolled back and forth on the balls of her feet.

The Trill stood and seated himself on the floor. “So how are we feeling today?” He asked, closing his eyes.

"Confused," Kendra said, honestly. "Do you always sit on the floor when you have patients?" she'd never seen a counselor do that before.

“I prefer a meditative and relaxed environment.” He said softly. “You’re welcome to join me if you feel inclined.” His smile was warming.

"I see," she said, hesitating a moment before sitting on the floor. "Why do people meditate on floors instead of say a comfortable chair or couch?" she asked, curiously.

“It’s part of grounding yourself. Finding a place to root before exploring upwards to the mind.” The Counselor looked utterly relaxed.

"Do short people reach their mind quicker?" she joked, as she shifted into an indian style position.

“Do you often use humour to defer?” He asked plainly.

"Defer what?" she asked, defensively. "It isn't as if you asked me anything or we've begun discussing anything. And I've not tried to hide the fact that I only came because I have no choice."

“So you feel you are without choice?” He opened one eye to look at his companion.

"Oh sure, I could totally just abandon my passion and waste the time I spent in flight school. So yeah pretty much it's either that or come to counseling until I can get my fighter wings."

Ezrik shook his head. “In order for this to work, you need to want to be here.”

“I’m not here for a breakthrough, doc. I’m here to get a signature that says I came. So if it’s all well and good with you feel free to sign today’s and I’ll be on my way.”

The Trill smiled. “I’m afraid that’s not how this works.”

"My orders say nothing about this being successful they say to show up, I'm here. Forgive me if I don't find this to be worthwhile but I'm not the one that decided to be here."

“I’m not prepared to simply sign off unless you can take this seriously.” The Trill stood and moved to the door. “If you’ll excuse me, I have patients who respect my work to see.” He opened the door and watched Kendra.

"Suit yourself," Kendra said, getting up off the floor. "I guess sitting on the floor isn't for everyone when it comes to taking someone seriously." With that she left.

 

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