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Post by m on Oct 24, 2010 21:41:22 GMT -5
Mike found himself standing outside the door of the Dr. again. He fidgeted with himself, tugging on his cuff sleeves, rubbing his hands, and then checking his reflection in the shine on the metal touch pad.
He guessed he looked alright...
Wait. Was he checking himself to see how he looked? When was the last time he'd done that? Maybe his OCD was getting worse.
Clearing his throat, he took out his sanitation wipe and used it to tap lightly on the door.
It was exactly three days, eight hours, and thirty minutes since he saw her last...
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Post by somerandomhippie3 on Oct 24, 2010 21:52:45 GMT -5
With a sigh, Julia crossed her legs and plopped her head down on her desk. Gods, there wasn't much for a psychologist to do around here. She'd gotten more doodling in the past couple days than she had in a month back home. With a purr, Ni jumped up on her desk, walking all over the watercolors she'd just left to dry. With a laugh, she tutted, and plopped the cat down on the floor, who left colorful footprints all the way to the filing cabinet. Well, someone knew what to do with their time.
There was a knock on the door, and Jules nearly flew to get it. Her beam widened as she saw who was standing outside, looking a little jittery. "Hello, Captain," she chirped happily. It was good to see him again, she had to admit. She enjoyed his company. "Come on in." She made sure the door would stay open, then traipsed over to her desk.
She quickly grabbed the water jug and brushes scattered across her desk. "Sorry about the mess," she apologized. "I was being rather lazy-- not much to do and all." She plopped the materials on the filing cabinet beside the now-sleeping cat. She probably had watercolors all over her dress now. She checked, more anxiously than she thought she would have. Not too messy. Good. "Something to drink?" she asked, looking over her shoulder.
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Post by m on Oct 24, 2010 21:57:44 GMT -5
Mike stepped in, ringing his hands over and over. He actually had intended to take their last conversation to heart but with all that had happened he found himself forgetting and life went on as it had. Truth be told he didn't know why he was there or what he should say.
He looked the doctor over to see some paint spattered on her cheek and he couldn't help but smile a little. The project she'd been working on was colorful.
"Oh, i'm sorry to hear that... or maybe i'm not. Im glad my crew is in perfect mental health even if their captain is not." He took the same chair he had before before shaking his head, "No, thank you, I just... I guess i'm here for another social visit, just to check in on you and see how you are."
His eyes wandered towards the canvas. "What is it you were painting? If you don't mind me asking."
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Post by somerandomhippie3 on Oct 24, 2010 22:09:58 GMT -5
Jules took a deep, calming breath. Poor thing, he looked so nervous. She wished she could say something, anything, to make him feel better. She hated seeing people in distress. As it was, she was only a psychologist, not a mind reader. Unless he said something, there wasn't much she could do. Such was life.
She sat down with him, wondering why he was staring so. She noticed the paint on her cheek, and flushed a little, wiping it off. "Well, truth to be told, I was getting a little lonely," she admitted. "I kind of miss the company. Thanks for dropping by." She smiled. "Oh, I'm sure you're closer than you think," she reassured him. "In any case, it's probably not that bad. You seem to be doing fine." He looked immaculate, as always.
She flushed a little again. "No, I don't mind. It was just a little exercise, really. Nothing special." She hadn't really planned on anyone seeing it. She picked it up, wiping a little purple off the frame, and offered it to him. It was just a flower, done with a rather elaborate background. She had been rather bored. "Ignore the paw prints," she chuckled. "My cat seems to not mind trailing colors across my office."
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Post by m on Oct 24, 2010 22:53:51 GMT -5
Mike smiled softly, feeling a slight flair of chivalry when she thanked him for dropping by. He of all people knew what it was like to be lonely.
"Well I hope you're not confining yourself to your office. You're welcome on flight deck, as well as to the other facilities this ship has to offer. There are a lot of personable people on this ship, other than myself of course." He chuckled and his stance relaxed quite a bit, his arms draped on the armrests (without them being scrubbed down first) and he crossed one leg over the other.
When she held out the painting to him he took it in his hands and admired it, "It's pretty." He said, handing it back to her with another smile, "I'm afraid i've never been good at that kind of creative outlet." He noticed the little cat again and the footprints and his eyes opened wide, his eyebrow raising before he laughed out loud.
"Go figure. I like cats. My ex-wife always had one or two she took care of. They're rather clean animals."
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Post by somerandomhippie3 on Oct 25, 2010 22:00:40 GMT -5
Julia nodded, slipping off her shoes and tucking her feet underneath her. It felt nice to be sitting curled up, relaxed and sociable. Not some shrink, but just chatting with someone she enjoyed chatting with. It felt good. "Well, I try to keep office hours," she explained. "You know, actually getting up and doing something every day. Otherwise, you'd be best off moving my office to my bedroom and not waste office space. I'd just sleep all day." A smile flicked over her eyes. It was odd, sleeping in the depths of space where there was no sun to speak of, but she was adjusting. It was a little better now.
Only when she took the painting back from him did she realized he hadn't touched the sanitation stuff he usually used on everything. Not even the chair. She hid the beam that wanted to burst out happily. He seemed to be doing better. Not that she'd ever really considered him a patient- he was her superior, and barely in need of treatment, once you looked at it properly- but it was nice to know he was feeling better. "Thanks," she smiled, a little self-conscious. "It's not much really. Just a doodle. Perfected it in school, and it's a boring little hobby that distracts me from actually working. I like it." A teasing gleam was in her eye.
Jules rolled her eyes, but lovingly. "Not this one," she sighed. "Well, she always keeps herself clean, I suppose. It's all my stuff she knocks over and smudges. Right?" She addressed the last word to Ni, who was again curled up on the cabinet. She raised a head, and looked at her for a moment before starting to wash. Jules shook her head. "They're such hypocrites," she chuckled to her guest. "Still, someone's got to have an ounce of sense around here, I suppose."
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