Who: Booth and Troi What: A talk perhaps filled with awkward? When: Yesterday afternoon BEFORE Troi was kidnapped (and because I suck for not being around on a day when plot stuffs happen!) Where: Troi's office in the complex Warnings: TBA but most likely mild
After the rampant emotions of the past week and a half, Troi felt like she needed to sleep for a week. But she wasn't about to just abandon her post. People would undoubtedly need her now, so she would remain available to those that wished to come in and talk. While being a psychologist, Troi never forced her way into other people's business unless they came to her first, or if their actions were directly hurting someone else. Otherwise, she did take a backseat and let people come to her. After all, people tended to open up easier when they weren't forced into talking. All ready she'd had a couple people asking if they could come talk to her. Booth being one of them. She was fairly certain his asking to bring his son by was his way of wanting to talk to her.
Sitting in her office, she was fully prepared for Booth to come alone, though she did leave a few of her toys out on the little coffee table just in case. Troi sat behind her desk, eyes closed. She was meditating, a trick that helped her sort through all the emotions she was picking up on so she could lock onto the ones that really mattered. Being in an apartment complex like this was a mine field for her, but it was much easier to live in than the Enterprise had been. The door to her office was open, inviting anyone outside to come in. She'd made her office as comfortable as she could. Another trick of the trade was making the office look less like a doctor's office, and more like a cozy sitting room. Mostly out of habit, she was wearing her Starfleet Commander uniform. She had not yet gotten much in the way of 21st Century clothing. Perhaps one of these days, she'd change that.