=/\= Arboretum =/\=
Mnemosyme sat under one of the various species of trees; looking at the notes on her padd. She need to update Dr. Jacobs on Lapin and was trying to decide how she wanted everything ordered before beginning. She let her fingers beat out a rapid rhythm on the device ignoring those who walked by when she normally might have watched them for a bit and then guessed at their stories to keep up with the profiling class she had taken in the military.
She looked at the bruises that were already beginning to fade from just a couple of hours ago.
TO: Dr. Stephen Jacobs
FROM: 2ndLt. Mnemosyme Nyx
RE: Lt. Dennis Lapin
After upping the lieutenant's dosage of fetalbenzenate from 5mg to 10mg, we have already made a few improvements. Lieutenant Lapin has finally remembered that his grandfather owned a merchant ship that traveled in our current quadrant which was part of the reason he was place on the USS Artemis. He doesn't remember where his father worked yet or the he grew up in New Geneva.
The mention of Romulans used to just agitate him a bit or perhaps his counselor was only asking easy questions, but if the mention of Romulans or Romulus or even war comes up several times Lapin becomes agitated and then begins to revert to the fetal position ... as if he's trying to hold something in almost.
Nym read over the abbreviated report and giving a small sigh sent the update and closed the files and then turn the padd off. She set it on the ground beside her and flipped her braid over her shoulder. The bruises from where Cadet Carmichael had squeezed her to stop her pleasant inquiries of "have you ever seen a Romulan" or "..been in a war" and "where did grow up, again"; were now only a pale bluish. {It isn't odd to have those asked in rapid succession... is it?} She shrugged at her own internal. She laid on the cool grass, hoping it would make her feel cooler as her temp seemed to be up a bit.
=/\= End Log =/\=
2nd Lieutenant Mnemosyme Nyx
Jr. Counselor
SB 234 - Unity
