Picard had just finished his log entry for the day, and had decided to relax in one of the sensoriums. Leaning back against his chair, he called out, "Could you play some music?" Almost as soon as he said those words, the most horrendously loud guitar thrashing and guttural screaming burst through, knocking the captain over. He climbed back up and sat down, yelling at the computer.

"No! Not that! Something ... something light. Some mellow jazz, perhaps." He relaxed much more when the music began to play. "Yes, perfect. Computer, dim lighting three degrees." In response, the computer dimmed the lights, adding the additional light support of two candles on the table before him.

"Well, that turned out better than I expected," he said, grinning.

Kate was in a much better mood than she had been with the recent mess about not!Iron Lad, and wondering how Cassie was dealing. She was currently in the Media library, humming along to some music cheerfully. She wondered how it would sound like on a cello, how to adapt these particular chords to the strings.

She was also smiling contently, casually thinking of a certain recent event with a certain someone. Maybe she'll go play something in the Sensoriums a little later.

Word of the trial had spread through the crew like wildfire. Some of the crew had already made their decision about the guilt or innocence of the defendant. Others were less certain. But all awaited the first day of trial anxiously. That day had come....

( Hear ye, hear ye... )

Let the proceedings begin....