The interesting thing about being in a starship was that no matter how far away you were from planets somehow the goings on on them followed you. Journals on the latest medical advancements, psychiatry developments, engineering technology or science breakthroughs were everywhere. And they were good at chasing down a ship and crew.

With that in mind Willow had decided to resurrect an old tradition from her academy days. Journal club, a space where people could get together and share new finds or old finds that struck their interest.

And so she stood in the holodeck in jeans and an old flannel shirt, surveying the programme she had decided to run to host the first meeting. It was a replica of an old haunt she had frequented. Polished black wooden floors covered in rugs. Huge leather chairs, be bags and sofas, tables made of recycled repurposed ship consoles and best of all a bar serving both coffee and alcoholic drinks and snacks. It was her favourite place on Earth. Literally. So it was fitting she choose this place to share. Well it was after Cai had told her it was lame to host it in her uniform in the conference room.

She set the invite around the crew via GALEN a few days ago and now, as she pulled the last of the furniture into a circle so everyone could see one another, she had nothing to do but sit back on a sofa, eating a handful of pretzels, while she waited to see if anyone would come.

Willow Taylor
CO