<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/812547894355427348/813569959220740148/Lt_Anatole_Kir-je.png)</div><strong>Lieutenant Anatole Kir-Je</strong><br/><strong>Duty Station to Briefing Room</strong><br/><strong>Reporting as ordered</strong><br/><strong>Open</strong><br/><hr/>There was a list of things Anatole wanted to cover, ranging from checking with the chief medical officer as to whether she wanted additional containment shields installed around several of the beds in sick bay to reviewing the ship's phaser inventory.  The summons to the briefing room was at the same time an annoying interruption and a welcome relief.  It broke the rhythm of his day but then it also stopped him from going too far down any particular rabbit hole.<br/><br/>He was, as yet, still unfamiliar with the unique vibration of the USS Victoria.  Eventually it would disappear into the background, to be missed when it was absent.  All ships had their unique vibrations.  Even ships of the same design were different.  Almost seven years on the USS Calhoun had left that ships thrum etched onto his subconscious.  He wondered how long it would take for the Victoria's vibration to do the same.  How long would it be before he lost the vague feeling of unease, the vague feeling that something was just a little bit off?  Soon, he hoped.  He'd like to get an uninterrupted full night's sleep.  Maybe he would stop by the counselor's office or sick bay to see what the doctor suggested.<br/><br/>He slipped into the Briefing Room and greeted the Captain and First Officer before finding an unoccupied chair.  He rested his hands on the back of it, while he waited for the captain to invite them all to sit.  There was no point in wondering why they had been summoned.  The Captain would let them know in due time.  Idle speculation would be pointless.