[[All right, I'm moving ahead, but I gotta say, guys, we need to pick it up a little.  Two posts a week, that's all I'm asking.  This game is going to drag if we can't even maintain that level of interaction.  Thanks to those of you who managed it.]]<br/><br/>The mead is thin and sweet, but at least it isn't water.  The seaman waits around for a moment to make sure that no one else has any requests, and then she moves toward the door, nearly colliding with the admiral, who is coming the other way.  After some awkward apologies on both their parts, the seaman exits and the admiral approaches the table.<br/><br/>"Good evening, Larsen.  Rothgar.  Red.  Meliai.  I'm sorry to have kept you waiting but we had a bit of a situation down in the engine room.  Commander Aeglsy has been demanding that I hire some more engineers for weeks and it would seem that I am not moving quickly enough on that front."  He smiles somewhat weakly, rubbing his forehead, and sits down at the head of the table.  He reaches for the bottle of mead, spins it around, eyeing the label, then makes a face and picks up the carafe of water instead.<br/><br/>"I'm glad to see everyone made it here on time and without too much difficulty -- the ship can be a bit big until you get your sky legs.  We can get down to brass tacks in a moment, but first I'd like to ask how you all are settling in.  Finding everything all right?  Commanding officers not too overbearing?  Quarters in good condition?"  He fills a glass with water and takes a long sip.