Meetings were one thing that seemed to exist no matter what culture you came from and no matter what you did in life. Even on Risa meetings were prevalent in life. One couldn't have a planet built for endless fun without a little hard work. And hard work was hard to coordinate without meetings and planning. They tended to be more fun on Risa of course. But they were still meetings. And inherently meetings were... well dull came to mind.  And yet they still invaded every aspect of every society.  If Makari had believed in a god he would have thought the man an accountant for the way meetings were buried into it all.<br/><br/>And yet he attended them all the same. Why? Well in part it was his duty, in part because the meeting may be boring, but the information tended to be useful. Or because he was waiting for that one meeting where everyone was offered a horga'hn and a good time.  Looking around at the gathering of officers as he stepped into the observation lounge, he wasn't so sure that was something he wanted. Sure some of the crew were good looking and he wouldn't have minded teaching the ways of Risian pleasure, but not the whole crew, not the... yeah, best to not wander down that path. Starfleet was about meetings and work, not about the more fun reasons for life. Or something like that.<br/><br/>Makari smiled at the gathered people and pushed away the wandering thoughts in his mind. He stepped into the room and stood off to the side and waited for things to get started. He wasn't sure when that would be or what the mission would be, but he was eager to find out and get things moving forward all the same. It was better than lots of nothing, right? Even if there were no red alert exciting bridge maneuvers for him to perform, he could dream though...