The Art of Coffee - backpost-

Posted on 13 Sep 2019 @ 7:01am by Hospital Apprentice Quinn McCoy (Jan 2389 - KIA Gorn War) & Lieutenant Perrin Arc

Mission: Hahai i na pilikua nui - Hunting Monsters
Location: Counseling offices
Timeline: to be determined

Quinn walked down the short side corridor from Sickbay to the counseling department; her shift had gone well enough, she hadn't made any terrible mistakes, and learned a bit more about how things worked in Sickbay. Now on her own time, since she had nothing to use as a good excuse, to skip it she headed towards the counselor offices to get her pysch evaluation done. There wasn't an emergency or anything to keep her in Sickbay. She had nothing against counselors really but she didn't really know much about the ship beyond Sickbay, patients and a few folks she had only recently interacted with thanks to a invitation to join in.

Quinn rang the door chime and waited, patiently.

Perrin, a wide dark-skinned trill of middle-age, looked up from his copy of Ralph Ellison's The Invisible Man . He hadn't expected anyone but these were his office hours and crew were free to come in. He stood and set his mug of fresh brewed coffee on the small table in the center of his office, near the cylinder of cream and the stainless steel sugar bowl.

He opened his door to find a freckled girl of impossibly few years wearing a Starfleet uniform on the other side. She was a hospital apprentice by insignia.

"Oh, why hello," Perrin said, he motioned to the comfortable chairs inside, "come on in, miss."

"Hello, Sirr, Ah'm no' interrupin' ye?" Quinn asked lightly, the man was one of the more commonly encountered spotted or pigmentated twin lines of visible spots running down the sides of himself.

"I am 100% available," Perrin said, "Just made a pot of coffee, would you like a cup?"

Quinn shook her head softly as she followed him into the office, "Ah thank ye, no, Ah prefer not cocoa, meself, Ah'm here for psych evaluation iffen ye've go' time?"

Perrin walked to one of the comfortable chairs but did not sit down. He was waiting for her to. "We can do that," he said, "would it be alright if I sit down?"

Quinn nodded as she took a seat herself, "Aye an thank ye, talkin' easy when sittin' evens the heigh' out." She added with a smile, she wasn't the shortest on the crew but she definitely wasn't among the over 5'5" crowd either.

Perrin sat, "Miss, I want you to know there is going to be a lot of questions, all of them to find out better what you are feeling one by one. I usually record Psych Evals audiovisually incase something happens and I need to go back and find out if I've missed something. Is that alright?"

Nodding Quinn relaxed in the seat. "Aye, Sir, no problem fo' recordin'." Far as she knew that was standard practice by counselors, when building profiles on their patients.

"Thank you," the man said, pressing a single button on his Padd. "What is your name miss?"

"Quinn Emery McCoy," she retorted lightly with a smile not everyone used their full names but she liked the names her parents and sisters had given her.

"Quinn," Perrin said, "a lovely name. Is that what you go by?"

Quinn nodded, "Aye, most call me Quinn o' Quinny, lon' as no' hey ye', Ah dunna mind."

"Have there been any out of the ordinary feelings or symptoms that made you request this eval?"

Quinn shook her head, "Nay, was told par' o' procedure fo' new crew an' transfer." She said openly.

Perrin nodded and continued the questions.

"Have you felt disconnected, even disconnected from your feelings or ability to feel lately?"

Quinn's ginger hued brows shot up, "Nay, Ah'm in good spirits go' into bit I'm mischief fo' singin' while checkin' supplies. When Ah'm happy I sing when Ah'm upset Ah curse, tears are fine when Ah'm sad." She replied as she regarded him openly.

Perrin was very good at keeping a neutral expression, but part of him wanted to giggle. He wasn't here to judge quirkiness. He was here to be a safe place and aid in the over all health of the crew. "Any trouble sleeping or resting?"

Quinn shook her head, "Nay, sleep fine, me roommate go' her sleep apnea sorted so Ah willna hear her snorin'."

"Any problems at work?"

Quinn thought about it, "Far as Ah know, nay, Ah know some folk donna ken me accen' bu' seem fine iffen, trouble Ah'll let ye know."

Perrin went on. "Any mood swings or just getting angry or sad quickly or for no reason?"

Quinn shook her head softly, "Nay, nothin' o' the sort."

"Have you felt like anyone was watching you, or anyone that doesn't like your accent might be out to get you?"

Quinn frowned briefly thinking about the question and then shook her head lightly. "Ah've had no problems o' tha' sort, no' since high school." Which admittedly wasn't that long ago for her but still she hadn't had any problems on the Hawaii as of yet.

"Oh," Perrin said, "What was High School like for you?"

Quinn grinned softly, "Was fun tryin' ou' for sports parents dinna have objection t'. Had friends had few folks would'a hit as soon as speak t' bu' mostly enjoyed it."

Perrin blinked. "But you just said you had some problems in High School?"

"Aye wasn't the whole time though, two months affore graduation someone started leavin' notes on me desk. Firs' pretty pictures o' roses and faery-folk baby dragons, then poems o' lyrics from Gàidhlig (Scottish Gaelic) folks songs. Then..." Quinn shook her head, "The notes were threats and curses." She shrugged softly, "Ne'er found out who was behind it." Quinn was just glad whomever it had been hadn't followed her to the academy or if they had they hadn't bothered her further.

"Oh wow," Perrin said, "did any of the curses work or cause you ill effect?"

Quinn shook her head, "Nay no' o' yet anyhow. Iffen tha' chances Ah'll let ye know." it was funny how he had figured the notes had been written curses like from old witchcraft. Not many would have made that connection these days. They would have assumed it was written words of scorn or the like.

Perrin nodded. "Alright, well my assestment is complete. Is there anything you would like to add, Quinn McCoy?"

Quinn shook her head softly, "Jus' to say thank ye for ye'r time." She said with a smile as she looked at him.

Perrin nodded and smiled. "Thank you," he said. "Computer, end recording." He stood and extended his hand. "It was a pleasure to meet you, Quinn. And if you ever want to come by and have a cup of cocoa and tell me about your life, drop on by."

"Pleasure Sir, cocoa an' chat nex' break maybe?" Quinn stood up and shook his hand in a firm friendly grasp.

He walked her to the door and watched her leave. He chuckled to himself. "Very chipper," he mused.

Then he let the door close and waited for his next visitor.

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Arc, Perrin, Lt., Starfleet, Chief Counselor

Quinn Emery McCoy HA