[Counselor's Offices]: Round Two Counseling Sessions

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You'll find the Counseling Offices, and it's Counseling Staff run by Counselor Troi, located on Deck 8. A message which has been passed along to the new arrivals and those who've been here for longer several times. From their first appointments in sickbay after arrival up to the newest happenstances since then, which continue to lead to a greater need.

For those entering for the first time, you find these offices are of subdued, calming green walls with equally unobtrusive light purple furniture, and gentle ambient light. Each of the rooms has an assortment of chairs, tables, and even a snaking reclining couch, which may be used for sitting or laying down on as you feel called.

Nothing to worry about and no pressure from the moment you walk in.

They're here to help as best they can.

[ooc: Counseling Sessions are, as will be always, OTA and open for backtagging! Like the Sickbay posts, you can expect one of these every month, so no stressing if you can't make one, we'll be back next month.

For new characters/players: tagging and counseling is NOT mandatory. Deanna Troi is acting as head of the Counseling Staff, but all staff are available to you. If you have prearranged to be meeting with a specific counselor, tag in specifying which counselor are requesting in the subject line, otherwise one will leap at you as they are available. All your information and questions about the Counseling Staff can be found here.

[open] research and conversations

[itmeanstruth]

Since his room and everything in the nearby hallways still smelled vaguely (or not so vaguely) like cat pee, Minoru spent a lot of time in Ten Forward.

He'd given up on the PADD, and was using it as a coaster for a rather large milkshake. But that didn't mean he wasn't actively trying to continue his lifelong subject of research. He just decided to do things the old fashioned way.

"Does your world have interesting snake species? Mythologies? Anything?" It was a good conversation starter. "Tell me what you know!"

Intro-ish Post (With Options)

[not_the_question]

This Doctor had been getting settled in on board the Enterprise - well as much as he can. He still baulks at the jabs he had to be given, but since they didn't contain anything that was harmful to him, he allowed for them.

Now, he has an agenda. He knows the TARDIS is somewhere on board and now that he has a map and listings, he's going to go there to find it.

( A: Plot Locked to Trever and his Cat )

B: TARDIS Cargo hold Plot: Open To All
After his adventure with Trever and his cat, the Doctor finally arrives at the cargo hold that is marked as containing the TARDIS. He sonics his way in (whether or not that was necessary) and looks around. Some of the items look familiar and others seem alien - even to him - which is saying something. It isn't long before he sees the TARDIS, standing there in all her glory. He confidently strides towards her. When he gets there, he gives a loving stroke to her. "Hello, Old Girl. Now, let's see about getting out of here."

( C: Plot Locked to Thea )

{{OOC: I'm happy to backtag however long people are interested in playing with these plots.}}

Garak Arrives - OTA

[the_tailor_spy]

He opened his eyes, slowly. Something in his head ached. This was not Cardassia. The first giveaway was the lack of ruined devastation. The second was the absence of misery and suffering. The third fact, and the one looming increasingly large in his mind, was that the architecture around him was wrong.

It was in neutral colours, inoffensive and undaring. Bland, in essence. In short, it was clearly a Federation vessel. He shook his head, sitting up. He felt the strap of a bag slip from his shoulders, and looked downwards, furrowing his brow. Well. At least some of his belongings had apparently made the trip with him. He flipped open the bag briefly.

Well. Useful tools at least. Oh, and I see my basic tailoring equipment, too, because somebody enjoys a good, ironic joke at my expense.

He stood, slowly, pushing his hair back into place, then leaning against the bulkhead for a moment as the dizziness passed.

Well. This was going to be interesting. In what way he did not know, but it would definitely be...interesting.

Slowly, regaining his balance with each step, Elim Garak set out.