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PSYCHOLOGICAL EVALUATION - SIXX
:: Once outside Sixx leaned against the bulkhead and let out a sigh. Then he touched his comm badge. ::
[Sixx]%Communicator% “Counselor, this is Lt. Cmdr. Sixx. I think I’m ready for that psych eval. Out.”
[Talt] %Communicator% “Certainly, Lt. Cmdr. Just let me clear up a few things here and I’ll be glad to talk to you. I’m sure I’ll be all done by the time you get here.”
:: Walking through the corridor towards the councelor’s office, Lt. Cmdr Sixx quickly reviews the past 48 hrs. Then, standing in front of Talt’s office, he depresses the two-tone entrance pad. ::
[Talt] “Come in.”
:: The grey doors open and Lt. Cmdr Loki Sixx entered the room. Lieutenant Talt looks up, a momentary look of distraction clouding her grey eyes. With a quick shake of her head, she focuses on the man before her. A smile warms her face. ::
[Talt]"Lieutenant Commander, just the man I was hoping to see. I have a few questions concerning my function aboard the Chronos. May I bounce them off of you?"
:: Lt. Talt turns away before Sixx 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 Commander Sixx 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. ::
[Talt]"Where are they? Where are they?"
:: Lieutenant Talt mutters to herself as she searches through the clutter. Her actions disturb the clutter 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 Commander Deling. Proudly displayed in her hands, is a medium sized blue plate holding 6 large cookies. ::
[Talt] “Would you like a cookie, Commander? I replicated them from my own recipe.”
:: Lieutenant Talt smiles up at Lt. Cmdr. Sixx. ::
:: Watching the Doctor ransack her own desk is mildly amusing to Sixx but he says nothing. He just stands there with his hands behind his back - standing at parade rest. When she finally comes up with the object of her archealogical dig through her desk, Sixx is actually smilling. Here she stands with cookies in her hands, asking if he'd like some. ::
[Sixx] “I'm sorry, Doctor. I don't accept cookies from strangers but, they do look tempting. Now, Doctor, if we might proceed - I’m going to be busy soon.”
[Talt] “Oh, certainly, Commander.”
:: Talt turns and replaces the plate on her desk - this time disturbing nothing. Then, she turns back to face Lt. Cmdr. Sixx. She leans back against the desk, and smiles self-depreciatingly. ::
[Talt] “You see, Commander. I’m a
little concerned as this is my first ship-board assignment. Before
now, I’ve only worked in large Starfleet planet-based facilities.
I know that you’ve been assigned as the Chief of Operations for the Chronos.
An-nd
I was hoping that you could give me some
pointers on ship-board and away team protocols. Would you mind terribly?”
:: Talt smiles up at Sixx winningly. ::
[Sixx] “Well, Counselor, Starship protocal
is the same as planet side. It's just you can not just leave the building
whenever you want per se. Away teams are a little more tricky but,
after your first you'll catch on, I'm sure of it.”
AFTER THIS THE PLAYER OF LT. COMMANDER SIXX LEFT THE GAME AND NO MORE WAS DONE.