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Counselor's Office

Paulina walked down the ship's hall steadily, four massive travel bags with her, one pair held between her upper arm and rib and the other pair squeezed in her palms. She let the bags drop to the ground when she reached her door. Counselor's Office, the holographic title plate in it's centre read, and below it read Ship's Counselor Paulina Allard. Paulina smiled wildly at her name glowing a dim blue. The first time her name had been on anything. From her pocket she pulled out a card key and swiped it. She took her bags in hand once again and kicked open the now unlocked door, revealing inside her new office. Pale green walls surrounded the carpeted room. Square lights lined the upper walls and the room was empty save for the couch pushed against the wall and the desk in the room's corner.

"Right," Paulina sighed as she dropped the bags again and closed the door behind her. "Time to get to work." She unzipped the bags and began to prepare the room. The couch was covered in soft quilts, covers and pillows, all freshly washed, the lights were covered with blinds to make the room slightly darker and the light more natural, and plants in massive pots were littered across the floor. By the time she had finished the small room had been transformed into a small, soft place. A giant, nice smelling pillow, she was going for, where hopeful the freaks onboard would feel comfortable.

Paulina kicked her bags into the small gap behind the couch before moving toward the exit. Before she left she checked her coloured hair in the mirror, which she had made sure to place behind the couch, people seeing their own physical flaws often made them less open, worried, nervous. Emotions that made her job hard to do properly. Paulina exited into the hall and walked down toward the lift. As she did she pulled out a long, wooden pipe and lit it. She wasn't sure if smoking was forbidden in the halls but she was alone here. It couldn't hurt anyone...