Name: Pater<br/>Location : Mess Hall<br/>Tagging : Laura, Open<br/><br/>-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>The bugle-like wakeup call found Pater hard at work in the bio-lab. He had arisen early, having skipped the party as was his custom. The Ælpheon scientist was focused on his research, not alcohol.  Hearing the clarion call however, he rose from the stool where he was sitting, and after punching a few final commands into the simulator, left the lab to head to the mess.<br/><br/>“This should give it time… if the genetic sequence is as similar as it seems… It shouldn’t be to hard to merge.”<br/>He mumbled to himself as he wandered the corridors of the ship, his jumpsuit covered by a crisp, white, calf length lab coat. He smiled idly as he noticed the bleary gazes from some of the other crew, realizing most of them had either not slept, or were still suffering the effects of the gathering.<br/><br/>Entering the mess the tall, pale man moved to the line, picking up one of the trays as he did. He found himself standing behind a young officer who was engrossed in the tablet she carried. Nodding to her he spoke a simple greeting when he noticed the rank bars on her uniform.<br/><br/>“Lieutenant.”<br/><br/>He didn’t particularly seem to expect a response, but was being polite, attempting to be more open as his lab assistants had suggested.<br/>