PSYCHOLOGICAL EVALUATION - ANASTOFF
 

While waiting for final clearance to board the still under construction Chronos, Chief Engineer Anastoff is occupied with his dinner in the officier’s mess aboard the drydock facilities.  As he is eating, he gets a bleep over his combadge.

[Talt] %Communicator% "Lieutenant Anastoff?  This is Lieutenant Talt.  I've been assigned as the ship's counselor for the Chronos.  An-nd I was wondering, if you get an opportunity anytime soon - could I see you in my office?  At your convenience, of course."

*Talt's voice is a low alto and she sounds a little distracted.*

[Anastoff]~~Hmmm, can't even enjoy a simple meal!~~  "Okay, I'm just about done here, be there shortly"

*Dimitri excuses himself from the meal and table, and saunters on to the Counselors office*

*Ringing the door chime, the door opens and he is greeted by the Counselor, Lt. Talt.  They make some small pleasantries as Dimitri mentions reading her first monograph on the Obsidian order, she begins to ask some questions.*

[Talt] “You’ve read my monograph?  Why, how flattering.  You know, I’ve never had the chance to talk to a field officer about it?  Did you find it useful?  Was it easily understandable?”

[Anastoff]  "I ~~luckily~~ had minimal duties as far as Cardassian/Federation conflicts went, but I enjoyed the reading, and felt that I had a much better understanding of the Cardassian, especially Obsidian order, mindset.”

::  A quick survey of  Lt. Talt’s office paints quite a picture.  There are a number of various sized packing crates stacked up in the corner of the office.  Some of them are half-open and spilling out a wide variety of items.  Datapads, antiques, holo-cubes and a large number of brightly colored fabric somethings drape over the crates. ::

:: Lt. Talt's desk is likewise cluttered and jumbled with things teetering dangerously near the desk edge.  Among the datapads and scarfs on her desk, Chief Anastoff can spot a Klingon D'K Tahg, a small metal flute, a stuffed doll, a miniture of an Excalibur class starship, two silver enameled plates, a copper and silver necklace with a large tear-dropped shaped pendant, a small fern in clay pot, three small books, and a small statue of a wooden horse.  There are a number of other items too obscured by the general clutter to make out. ::

[Anastoff] *Feeling comfortable with the counselor, yet somewhat uncomfortable with the thought of Psych Eval* " So, do I pass the Psych exam yet, or do I have to jump through a few hoops yet??*

[Talt] *smiling* “We-ell, I’m sure I have some hoops around here someplace, if you really want to jump through them.  But I have a better idea.”

:: Lt. Talt turns away from Chief Anastoff and starts rooting around on her makeshift desk.

[Talt] “Where are they?  Where are they?”

:: Lieutenant Talt mutters to herself as she searches through the clutter.  Her actions disturb the jumble and several items drop off her desk onto the grey carpeted floor.  Mirifice glances briefly at the fallen junk, shrugs, and continues with her search.  After a few seconds, she finds what she’s looking for and turns back to Dimitri. ::

:: Proudly displayed in her hands is a medium blue sized plate holding 6 large cookies. ::

[Talt] “Would you like a cookie, Chief?  I replicated them from my own recipe.”

:: Lieutenant Talt smiles up at Anastoff cheerfully. ::

:: Lieutenant Anastoff smiles, wonders about how healthy a cookie laying under the many trinkets of the counselor's desk would be, then smells something that can only be described as a toll house cookie on steroids, the temptation is too much::

[Anastoff] ::Wiping the crumbs away from his mouth:: "Wow, these are great!"

[Talt] "Thank you, I'm glad you enjoy them."

::Both parties sit down as Talt helps herself to one of her own cookies, not wanting Dimitri to get all the enjoyment::

[Anastoff] *Much more relaxed* "So what do you need to know about me?  I'm a pretty open book."

[Talt]*Chuckling* “I don’t need to KNOW anything, Chief.  I just wanted to ask you about the Chronos’ holodeck.  I understand that you are quite the holoprogrammer.  My own skills in that area are . . . well, lacking.”

:: Talt gives a little self-deprecating shrug. ::

[Talt] “My last few duty stations were in various large Starfleet facilities and there were always holospecialists available for the sole purpose of aiding in the creation of therapeutic holoprograms.  I had really come to rely on those people and their wonderful creations to aid my patients.  Those resources won’t be available to me on the Chronos.  And . . . well I was wondering  . . . if you had the time, would you be able to assist me in setting up some programs for things like Psychological Evaluations and such?”

[Anastoff] *Small chuckle with a smirk*  "Of course counselor, in fact, on my last starship assignment, the Aegis, I helped the counselor there with the very same thing.  She was very into horse back riding, so we developed quite a few programs along those lines.  I'm not sure if those were more for her or the patients, but they were very nice scenario's once you got over being saddle sore." *big smirk*

"Anyway, I'd be glad to help you as much as I can and duty permits."

[Talt] * laughs * “It sounds like you’re very familiar with these kind of requests.  I certainly don’t mean to take advantage of you, Chief.  When time and duty permits is just fine.  But I promise - for professional use only.  Unless, you had something else in mind.”

:: Talt then blushes, her eyes get comically large and she raises her hand to her cheek.::

[Talt] “Wow.  That sounded like a pick-up line, which is not what I meant at all.  Excuse me, Chief.  I guess even counselors are subject to Freudian slips.  I’m sorry!”

:: Talt begins to laugh at herself. ::

[Anastoff] "No problem, I'm honored that your Freud slipped as such."

*Dimitri hiding the fact he's a tad embarrased*

"Is there anything counselor?  I do have some getting ready to do for boarding our new ship."

[Talt] * chuckling * “No. That’s about everything.  Thank you very much for your time.  I really do appreciate it.”

:: Lt. Talt will stand and escort Anastoff to the door.  At the door she will see him off with another. . . ::

[Talt] “Thanks, Chief.”