Open Council Post [timed to after Shore Leave]

[badassfreakingoverlord]

They'd all had their fun, now the time had come to attend to business.

Having sent out word about it, the Council gathered, as was its wont, to conduct matters, make announcements, take inquiries, and generally govern things and so forth. All crew members were invited to attend, either to watch or to raise questions as they saw fit.

This meeting was now in session.

That wasn't me. Was it you? (open)

[first_in_time]

Barbara left Marco with the omnicoms to see if she could find some other way to be useful. Something that didn't involve an advanced knowledge of technology created hundreds of years after she had been born. Clearly she'd have to pick up some new skills, which did not worry her but in the situation, locked in some unknown part of the ship, those skills would have come in handy.

As she walked down a corridor, her mind drifted to the various things she could learn about. The unfortunate thing was, Barbara hadn't found a role on the ship that even remotely related to that of an historian, so no matter what she decided to learn, it'd be from square one. But maybe she hadn't been looking hard enough, or she hadn't met the right people.

She stopped walking and looked around her. Just a moment ago, Barbara could have sworn she heard someone talking to her but she hadn't been listening. It could have been her imagination, she was alone in the corridor after all. Maybe there was someone in one of the crew's quarters just up ahead.



((OOC: This is time displacement/ghosts plot I was talking about here.))