Jason walked down the hallway dressed in the snazziest of 1940’s fashion. White shirt, black tie, blue waistcoat with matching jacket and trousers. Feet shod in wingtip shoes with spats and his head covered by a brown fedora. A whitish tan raincoat covered the entire ensemble, no 1940’s detective or 1950’s spy should be without one. Thankfully, there were few people in the corridor right now, although it had been awkward when Yeoman Duffy had shared the turbolift with him. It was a short walk to the holodeck and the land of fiction.

Jason Harn, XO starting as many threads as possible until Sidney returns this Saturday