Shortly after all of the paperwork was complete from the surprise mystery on board the Challenger, a notification came through to the entire crew:

=/\= Davis to All Hands. Report to Nine Forward at 1700 hours. =/\=

Most of the crew would receive a notification that they had been freed from any scheduled duty shift during the time, with a minimal cast of characters assigned to cover the various functions of the ship.

At the appointed hour, Emmy stood in the middle of the lounge and surveyed it with a critical eye. This was the third of these celebrations that she had run and she felt as though her precise instructions for the organization of the room had been perfected at this point. With a regular event like this, she wanted to be sure that it had been optimized to run as smoothly as possible. A small table with finger foods from various cuisines adorned one wall, with a sparkling bowl of (non-alcoholic) punch as the center piece. She selected a cup from beside the punch bowl and carefully ladled exactly one ladle into it. Replacing the ladle next to the bowl, her eyebrows furrowed at the drip of liquid that fell from it. Without a handy towel to wipe it up, she indicated the issue to a nearby crewmember and then went to take her place beside the door of the lounge to welcome the staff and cadets as they entered the event.

Davis, CO