PSYCHOLOGICAL EVALUATION - NORTH
 

* Lieutenant Apollo Jameson North is an average-height, average-weight young man with a solid, if not so large, build.  He has his hair cut in a professional short conservative cut, and bright intelligent eyes that usually seem sort of distant, and definitely intelligent.  However, he exudes not a cold, calculating air like a Vulcan, but rather a warm, kind demeanor which is comforting to some, and annoying to others*

::The door chimes it’s two-tone sound, and Lt. Talt opens it::

[Talt] “Come in.”

::Lieutenant Talt looks up, a momentary look of distraction clouding her grey eyes.  With a quick shake of her head, she focuses on the young man before her.  A smile warms her face.::

[Talt] “ Lieutenant, just the man I was hoping to see.  I’m having a terrible time with these cases.  But first . . .”

:: Lt. Talt turns away before North can respond and starts rooting around on her makeshift desk.  A quick survey of her 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, Lieutenant North 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. ::

[North] “Ah . . .uhm . . .”

:: Lieutenant North watches her go about her rooting through things, smiling slightly at how much it reminds him of his own room once things start getting going . . . except she brings her things along with her while North himself tends to accumulate things out of habit and necessitiy.::

[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 searh.  After a few seconds, she finds what she’s looking for and turns back to Lieutenant North. ::

[North] “Is there anything I can help you with?”

:: Just as he asks, Lt. Talt proudly displays in her hands a medium blue sized plate holding 6 large cookies. ::

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

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

[North] “Er . . . okay . . . Thank you, Lieutenant.”

:: He takes one of the cookies and looks around at the variety of interesting items laying about and sticking out of crates and containers, finding the variety obviously interesting. ::

[North] ~~Wow . . . this is amazing. . . ~~

:: North smiles to Talt as he stands waiting to be told whether he should sit and if so, where to sit so he doesn’t accidently sit on something valuable, as obviously a lot of things in this room are. ::

:: Talt startles as she realizes that she’s left him standing. ::

[Talt] “Oh, I’m sorry, Lieutenant.  Would you mind giving me a hand with this stuff on the desk?  It needs to go in that case over there.”

:: Talt gestures with her chin at a large open plasteel crate in the corner.  At the same time, she scoops up a double handful of scarves (?) from the desk and drops them on a nearby couch. ::

[Talt] “Sorry to bother you with this but . . . I needed to find my cookbook and I honestly couldn’t remember which case it was in.  So-o, of course, I had to open them all.  And then, Cmdr. Deling walks in and is soo-o not happy with the jumble.  Would you be kind enough to help me clean this up?”

[North] "No problem...I can do that..."

:: North looks around for someplace to stick his cookie, but eventually sticking it in his mouth. He carefully picks up the assorted items on her desk, careful not to damage any or get them out of any possible order they might be in, and carries them over to the plasteel crate. He makes as many trips as necessary. It's at about this time he finally munches down on the cookie. He smiles a moment later, swallowing the last of it and looking around before looking at Lt Talt again::

*Lt. North is a sucker for good food...he's tried everything from bland Vulcan dishes to Klingon Gahk and Bloodwine to Ferengi insects*

[North] "I like that cookie...what kind was it?"

[Talt] “Thank you.  The base recipe is a human dessert called a ‘Toll House’ chocolate chip cookie.  But I substituted in Risan white chocolate and added the macademian nuts.  And I found this wonderful butter recipe while I was on Elba II.  I think the
work together very well.  I’m glad you like them.  Please, have as many as you want.”

:: Talt is busy folding the scarfs and various dresses and other swatches of fabric on the couch. ::

[Talt] “Hmmm.  I don’t know how I’m going to fit all this into my office on the Chronos.  I’ve heard that it’s rather small.  I guess I just wasn’t thinking ahead.”

:: Talt turns toward Lt. North. ::

[Talt]  “You know, Lieutenant North.  This is my first shipboard assignment.  Do you think you could give me some pointers?”

[North] “Sure I will...if there's anything you want to know, I'll do my best to help you out. One of the real secrets about being on a starship is to keep active and not get in a rut. Of course...you probably already knew that. One of the roughest thing I've always thought was that you get disconnected from the crew because you don't know any of them. I
always try to be around people I get along with when I'm off duty and such. All that...and a sense of humour helps.”

::North watches her folding scarves for a moment, then walks over and folds them the same way he watched her do it...North's file did mention that he has a sharp memory and "photographic reflexes" which account for him being able to mimic her actions so well::

[North] “Besides, you seem nice enough. Most counselors I know tend to be kind of ...uhm... analytical. Too stiff. You are more down to earth, I suppose.”

::North notices a recording of Klingon Battle Hymns and smiles to himself quietly::

[North] “And here's a little secret as to how to make use of limited space...”

::North goes over and into a closet, comes back out with what appears to be a   freestanding shelf setup...puts it in the corner nearest Talt's desk and fiddles with it for a few moments::

[North] “First time I was on a starship I had a tiny little room. I learned to improvise...and by bringing this out of the closet you have more free space in there to store larger things, not to mention that this shelf set looks nice with things on it.  I tend to make a mess of
things once I get going...had to learn to clean up. Captain of the last ship I was on was very concerned that the Assistant Engineer was so disorderly. I hope you don't mind my having moved that...”

::North smiles one of those smiles that sort of wordlessly transmits he's just trying to help::

::Mirifice laughs and shakes her head.::

[Talt] “Not at all, Lieutenant.  I asked YOU to help, didn’t I?  I’ll have to remember that bit with the shelf when I get to my office on the Chronos.  It’s very clever. Thank you.  I’m glad to know that there will be another clutterer on board.  It does help with that disconnected feeling you were talking about.”

::Talt moves over to one of the crates and picks up a large armload of what appear to be dresses in bright colors and lamees.  She places these on the now clean desk.  As she lays them down, she glances at the chronometer showing through the desktop.::

[Talt] “Oh my goodness!  Is that the time?  Ah . . . Lieutenant.”

::Talt looks over to the couch where North is standing.  She looks very sheepish.::

[Talt]  “I am SO sorry.  I’m going to have to cut this short.  I have another appointment in just a few minutes.  I’ve really enjoyed talking with you.  And I’m sorry to waste your time like this.  Tell you what.  As soon as we get settled on the Chronos, I’ll reschedule your evaluation for a time . . . when I have a little more time.”

:: Talt finishes with gentle laughter at her own expense.  Then, she looks at North more seriously, but still smiling.::

[Talt] “But until that time, I don’t see why we can’t dispel each others feelings of disconnection when we’re not on duty.”

:: 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, Lieutenant.  I guess even counselors are subject to Freudian slips.  I’m sorry!”

:: Talt begins to laugh at herself again.::

[North] “It did? oh...well, I didn't take it that way...”

::North has sort of an embarrassed look on his face. It's obvious to Talt that he wasn't being rude to her with that comment, he is just honestly somewhat confused by women...still...he's still cheerful::

[North] “Well...I'll leave you to your work, then. If you want to get together or something and uhm...::shrugs:: hang out or something, I'm around.”

::North sets down the scarf he was holding and turns to walk out of the quarters::

::Talt walks over and shakes Lt. North’s hand.  She looks up in his eyes and says very seriously...::

[Talt] “Lieutenant, I fully intend to take you up on that offer.  I look forward to hanging with you very, very much.  Thank you for all your help.  Ummm-mm, maybe we could meet for breakfast tomorrow, in the Officer’s Lounge?  I have to warn you though I’m a fairly strange eater.”

:: Talt laughs again. ::

[Talt] “I MEAN, I prepare and consume unusual foods.”
 
::North grins and chuckles as he shakes her hand::

[North] Tomorrow at breakfast it is...0800?

[Talt] “Absolutely.  Tomorrow at 0800 in the Officer’s Lounge.  I look forward to it.  Take care, Lieutenant.”

:: With that, Mirifice sees Lt. North to the door and waves cheerfully from the doorway as he leaves. ::