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The art of ignoring

Posted on Sat Jun 14th, 2014 @ 1:48am by Commander Mercia Kavi

Mission: A test of Patience
Location: Executive Officer's Office

Mercia leaned forward and narrowed her eyes at her screen. They'd be arriving at the station very soon and she was struggling to cover duty rotations, and the science department was a mess, she was having a hard time getting a couple of specialist to get along. THey had been battling for weeks, and every time Mercia got things resolved they'd start up again.

She let out a breath when her chime went off. She'd only just gotten off bridge duty and had been looking forward to alone time in her office to figure this stuff out. She sighed, maybe she'd get lucky it would be David showing up with lunch, or Vanora dropping off a new holoadventure to check out. "Its open." she said.

Lizzy had decided on the single "don't piss off occupant" choice of buzzing, and entered into the room having already planned out what she was going to say.

Mercia glanced up, "Problem?" she asked cooly. She didn't like counselors, and she made that plainly obvious.

"Yes, there is, Lieutenant Commander. You have been doing a very good job on ducking out on my department, and I wanted to inform you that I can't let it continue."

Mercia narrowed her eyes at the woman a moment, "I have been extremely busy as of late. You know... with the battle, and the new job." She set down a tablet and leaned back, offering a sickly sweet smile. "But of course, my door is open to your department Counselor, what does the counseling department need from command?" she asked dodging the obvious intent. She knew it would only be a matter of time before Lyla pushed through orders for local counseling sessions. She had hoped with her improvements that it would be over looked, but Lyla was too good to let that happen. Confounded woman.

"I received a call from someone you know that would like you to get local counseling, and I agree with Lyla. So, when do you want to start?"

"How about a quarter to never." Mercia said lowering her eyes again to the tablet in front of her. She tipped it up and scanned it, not really reading, but trying to ignore Lizzy. "I don't need it." she quipped, although she had never gone so long with out local counseling before. She was convinced she was doing better and was fairly stable. She only hoped Lyla didn't make it an official order and left it at a request. Requests Mercia could ignore, orders and Lizzy would have no choice to tattle on her to David. Mercia glanced up wondering which Lizzy had.

"Well, the fact that you have an off-ship counselor tells me that is as likely as if a troupe of cross-dressing Gorns in tutus entered into this office doing the can-can. I am pretty sure that there is no one aboard this ship that does not need counseling. So do we need to do this the easy way or the hard way?"

Mercia smirked at the woman and leaned back, "Well if you were actually doing your job you'd know I tend to take the hard way." she said. She folded her arms and let her head bobble a little in defyance. "I have an off ship counselor because I came out of prison in to starfleet and the program I am a part of supplies me one." she challenged. "So.... hard way."

Lizzy shrugged, "I knew you were going to say that, but I thought it would be unethical to not give you the option. Since you don't want to do it, I'll just have to convince you. Feel free to retaliate if you want. Good day, Lieutenant Commander.

"Good riddance." Mercia muttered although confused.

Leaving the office, Lizzy went to a terminal and keyed in the codes that an engineer had told her how to do.

Inside the office she just left, a holographic troupe of cross-dressing Gorns in tutus appeared, holding a banner of 'Book a counselling appointment', as they started doing a can-can dance.

"CALDERA!!!" Mercia yelled jumping up from her desk.


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