Less than twenty four hours after their last encounter, Johann found himself standing outside Siennadye’s quarters. Despite having the responsibility for running the ship for almost half the day as the Executive Officer of the Korolev, he still managed to come up with a the rough outline of something that may be able to pass as a plan for his date with this new Betazoid lady that had helpfully invaded the privacy of his misery earlier this week.

Maybe 2386 is looking up after all, he thought as he pressed the chime outside Siennadye’s quarters. He had chosen to wear a dark blue short sleeve shirt, with a pair of khaki shorts and some sandals. It was the only combination of things in his wardrobe that were remotely appropriate for the beach and presentable enough to display on a date. He just hoped it was adequate; he didn’t want to waste a bunch of time replicating something else to wear, considering he needed most of it for preparing the Holodeck.

– Johann Dvorak, CO