Broadcast 02

[tothefly]

Who: Natasha Romanoff and you, flooters
Broadcast: Fleetwide, voice only
Action: Possibly, in comments. On the SS Windrose in Natasha's office most likely.
When: End of the second week of August.

[Some of you might recognize that cool, measured voice coming from your comm. Others might just hear a competent woman with a tone light enough to seem careless, at first, until the words sink in and you find the steel underneath them.]

Funny how some of us just seemed to go a little out of character these last couple weeks. I'd expected some complications from the implant, but personality changes? Seems like an easy way to rig the ratings. Cheap, if you want my opinion, but they don't really ask around here.

I'm Natasha, ship's counselor over on the Windrose. I'll be in my office most of the day over the course of the next week. If you'd like to make an appointment, let me know. I'd be happy to talk with each of you, regardless of your ship affiliation. And, of course, anything that passes between us is completely confidential.

You have my word, for what it's worth to you.

[[ooc: If you'd like your character to take part in Nat's little psychological profiling experiment, please fill out the profile post here!]]

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[dancingmd]

[She snorts, humorlessly.]

Ironic, isn't it? An explorer who doesn't like uncertainties.

[But she is giving Natasha's words some thought.]

[tothefly]

It seems apt enough to me. Explorers go exploring because they want to know what's out there. Put it on a map, in a book, take a picture. You explore because you want to quantify. Uncertainty seems like the last thing you'd like.

[She shrugs.]

But then, psychology is a fuzzy science. Maybe I'm just projecting. What do you think?

[dancingmd]

[She leans forward, her head tilted as she considers this.]

I suppose there is something to that. But don't we also have to be able to embrace uncertainty, in order to make those maps and books and images in the first place?

[tothefly]

[Natasha mirrors Beverly's stance, elbows on her knees and fingers brushing her chin.]

Never said the human mind wasn't a paradox. Fuzzy science is about the best we can do.

[It's not quite a joke, but it is sympathetic.]

The way I see it, you don't have to decide to be one or the other. The mind isn't made up of absolutes. You're allowed to hope for the best and to worry about the worst. The only disservice you could do Julian at this point is forgetting about him, and I don't think you'd do that.

[dancingmd]

I won't, not if I can help it.

[But who knows, in this place?]

[tothefly]

That's why I'm here to take notes, right? In case they decide we aren't being interesting enough without them digging around inside our heads to see what they can find.

If you want to keep your own set of notes, I've got a spare notebook or two. Not the best quality, but maybe having something to put your thoughts into that isn't digital and tied to this place would be good for you.

[dancingmd]

Hmm... maybe... I have been keeping a log, more out of habit than anything else, but it's on my tricorder and it's not particularly... personal.

Allen did suggest writing letters to home, as a way he deals with being separated from his loved ones...

[tothefly]

So maybe something a little more personal might be a good place to start. Letters aren't a bad idea. You've got family back home, a crew? Might make it a little easier to deal with being gone if you share some part of this with them.

[dancingmd]

It won't hurt to try at least.

[She leans back in her chair with a sigh.]

I just haven't been able to bring myself to do it yet.