[Ten Forward] for dreams_dont_die

[asklepian]

Even on a ship as big as Enterprise, with as many people as it held, there were only so many places to find one of his fellow transplants, since they were prevented from accessing certain parts of the ship. He didn't bother asking the computer where Captain Hunt was, it wouldn't take long to search him out, and Julian did enjoy wandering around without too much threat of everything going pear-shaped.

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[asklepian]

"Well, history isn't my strongest suit--aside from touches of military history here and there. But I'd be happy to help in any way I could--I could point you in the direction of some holodeck programs or reading at least."

Julian had plenty of recreations, the educational value of them potentially questionable, but they were made for fun, re-enactments that he and Miles participated in.

"We use rooms like this for more than sitting around and drinking tea--there are holonovels, exercise programs, and historical recreations that can be run. Among others."

[dreams_dont_die]

"I'd appreciate that," he says, giving a self-deprecating laugh. "Because I ... have got a lot of history to catch up on. The Federation could teach me a lot for my own world."

He's never fooled himself into thinking that the task he'd set himself would be easy, and over a year along he's been proven right about that. They still have a lot of worlds that they need to sign up, and a long way to go. He'd like to learn how it was done here, how a Federation of this many worlds was created.

He's not too proud to learn; he knows that he's not a statesman. He is, however, in a position where he has to be one. Which is nothing his High Guard training ever prepared him for.

He glances around the café they're sitting in, the hologram so real it can be touched and felt and experienced as well as seen, very impressive for this time.

"I'm liking the sitting around drinking tea thing. But the rest of it?
That sounds handy."