<div class="floatright">(https://t01.deviantart.net/BTtmpGl6TfPHO2edEPgORn_qZtI=/fit-in/700x350/filters:fixed_height(100,100):origin()/pre01/cf55/th/pre/i/2008/140/8/c/star_trek_series_2___14_by_chonastock.jpg)</div><div class="floatright"><strong>Character Name:</strong> Ensign Ithali sh'Rhynek<br/><strong>Location:</strong> USS Redemption Med Bay<br/><strong>Interacting:</strong> Commander Un'lar Adaal<br/></div><br/><br/><br/><br/>Ithali pressed her lips together. She should keep her face tamed and expressionless. It was odd for her to not be as disciplined as others of her kind. But this situation had her in a higher emotional state that pressed her strain of control. The doctor looked at her with the sort of scolding a Learned would when trying to teach the stories of the past to unruly young ones. She couldn't help but turn another shade of embarrassed deep ocean blue, eyes on the floor or at her folded hands.<br/><br/>His story, the one of Spoon in the Drawer, made her face soften a bit. It was a cruel truth that youths often formed social hierarchies of their own and the one deemed lowest was often the most unfortunate. Looking up at him, she made it clear she was listening and at attention to his stories, as she would be if he were a Learned of her youngling days. Her eyes on the doctor, she blinked slowly as he stated a possibility of what sort of name she might earn if she were to ignore the simple necessities of temperature regulations and caloric intake. Putting her fingertips to her forehead, she did a sort of salute, a gesture to let him know she heard and honored his words.<br/><br/>"Yes, Commander," Ithali soft voice too on a bit of the strong steel her station had trained her to, "I hear and understand." Though the mention of her weight made her turn a bit azure at the face. He was a doctor and he was also Cardassian, so she needn't take the comment as complimentary, but he stated them as facts. It was still flattering. Despite her position as ensign and that this was a commanding officer of hers, it was still a female being found adequate about her weight. Her back straightened and she nodded, her moonstone hair rebelling with the motion, forcing her to brush it back into place. Standing, she bowed a bit from the waist in appreciation of his consideration of her.<br/><br/>"I give my thanks, Doctor, and I appreciate your understanding and concern," Ithali's soft voice denoted a bit more gently. Although losing a bit of wight would be nice, she enjoyed the idea of retaining her muscle mass more. Of course now that the advice was given, she wondered if there was anything else she should mention... No, he seemed well versed in Andorian  traditions, as well as biology. Perhaps more so than even she. Although he was Cardassian, he was a Starfleet Commander as well as a doctor. He was due respect and trust of his position. At least she believed so. Then again it was never very difficult for her to fall into line as a subordinate. "Should you like to discuss or ask anything further..." her words drifted away. Of course he could always summon her and he knew of her schedule, so she didn't really need to finish her sentence.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/45/1b/dc/451bdcd030daeca003fd23945982e03c--star-trek-costumes-alien-costumes.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Counselor Geshinaa Nollad<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Redemption Counselor's Office<br/><strong>Mentioning:</strong>Doctor Un'lar Adaal<br/><br/>Counselor Geshinaa Nollad practically waltzed into her new office on Deck 4, beaming with celedon smiles, her halo of candlelight plumage hair trailing about her like an aura of warmth. The Orion muni twirled in her office, since it was a bit more of a private area near sickbay, celebrating with a wiggle of happiness. She had the warm colored drapes of cloth canopying above, a few serene shrub like plants in pots with their own small warm lights tuned to their precise amount of needed UV does regulations, and a short long table pressed against the wall with a large stone in a bowl. It was comforting, a bit dimmer in lighting than the hallway, a well adjusted average lighting ratio to get as close to the lighting comfortable per each race on board the Redemption. Of course it could be adjusted at any time, per any species that she would have a meeting with, which would be greatly needed. Comfort and putting her patients at ease would help not only bring them back to see her regularly, but also help the counseling along smoothly. Orions were nothing if not efficient in analyzing and meeting the needs of other races. Though she was using it to help, not swindle others.<br/><br/>Taking a bit of a tour around her small office, hands and fingers gliding over each object in the room, she giggled in delight.<br/>"Geshinaa the Shimmering doesn't do too bad, eh Great Lady?" she laughed lightly to herself, looking at the great stone as if it were a friend. Orion people were often very materialistic, but she was a bit... odd, to say the least. Going to the stone, sitting fat and happy in its bowl, she touched the top of it, watching as a rippling effect of different colors played across its surface. Marveling at the colors, it luminescent display, she smiled and tipped her head to the side like an overjoyed child. A stone of the Great Mother in her office, shimmering in a display of comforting colors... Most of her people only used deities to add each color to their swears. Her own actually helped her stay stead fast and stable as far as emotional states went.<br/><br/>Sitting in a comfortable chair, the one of three in the room, she smiled. A computer display of her own, a washroom, a personal viewscreen... What a step up from a Spacedock office! Oh she was beside herself in the joy of it all! And then there was the connecting therapy room, cozy and decorated in similar tastes to her office. And a group therapy room, just adjacent to said office! With another wiggle of delight she jumped to her feet. She should start greeting and introducing herself to the other members of the crew! It was perfect timing. And she knew just who to start with! Lt. Commander Chief Medical Officer (also new corridor office neighbor) Un'lar Adaal. The most ever interesting Cardassian!<br/><br/>Leaving her office (<em>her</em>office, she still couldn't believe it) she entered the sickbay. Striding right in, of course, she stopped and made a face of surprise, then giggled. Oops! Well, leave it to the Cardassian to hit the ground running! Looks like he was already seeing to the crew. How wonderfully efficient! Putting a hand around her waist and the other on her cheek, smiling in her beaming and amused way, she stood back and waited her turn to meet the ship's doctor.<br/>