long and the short of it, we only have one person maintaining the forums and there is a lot of information that is contained that it would be a bit more unwieldy for them to manage non-member stuff as well
Doctors Winchester and Rib both find a very fine bottle of Bajoran wine waiting in their quarters. The note on the bottle reads "Enjoy, you have my gratitude. Also, I can't enjoy it by your orders so someone needs to!"
Kenzi is awake and can have visitors though a nurse was heard in the hallway commenting that the first thing the Admiral did after asking about her crew was request Raktajino or Romulan Ale and wasn't happy when she was told she could have neither.
With the last of the documentation transmitted to the Federation Council for ratification, Ambassador Toprill sends a message to his aide, Jack Pritchard, that he will be taking a short respite away from the station.
Praetorian's number 4 Drydock goes into full lockdown mode. Heavy blackout shutters rattle closed, all doors in and out are secured, and security fields spring to life. Rumors of a Faeht being held within abound...
A packages arrives for all ship commanders and department heads, the package is from khre'Riov t'Latta, and contains dried leaves from Mol'Rihan, the instructions for it say to steep the leaves in hot water to make an infusion, and then drink.
Dr. Winchester spent the night in sickbay asleep in a chair wearing old surgical scrubs and a too-large overcoat. His dress whites sit in specimen bags labeled "K. Alenis -additional blood and fluid samples"
Following the news of the evening, Commander Cole becomes ever so slightly more agitated, secluding herself to her quarters and ordering the addition of genetic scanning equipment to the ship's internal sensors.
The going theory among them is that the ship is haunted by her dead, who seek to drive them off to save their ship from the SINKEX. The Vulcans among them blame it on unrepaired computer system damage, and nothing more.
Engineers working on prepping Destiny for SINKEX have been telling strange stories of happenings on the ship: doors opening of their own accord, a woman's garbled voice over shipwide, the computer reporting something utterly randomly.
Rumors circle of Cmdr McIntyre's drinks being switched to decaf. Engineering was able to trace the problem back to the ship's EMH subroutine. The problem was fixed but McIntyre's next cup of coffee came with a stern lecture from the replicator.
LCDR Daris scrambles around the embassy level, making sure security is ready for the new delegates and aware of their duties. He doesn't want anything to go wrong with the delicate situation of the Futura Union and the Meerhrakens.
The Embassy Staff nears completion of the formal proceedings that are to happen on Sunday. Rumor has it that Ambassador Toprill has contracted QUAC to supply the entire event; costing the Federation 30 bars of GPL