Heavier - November 17th meeting

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[div style="margin: 0 auto; width: 65%; font-family: timesnewroman; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify;"]Apparently, meetings were a thing. Like, weekly meetings. Which strikes Jim as a little strange. As captain, he hadn't done meetings more than he had to. It was just too much effort. .. But, judging by how much the guy was talking, this was probably a good thing. It seems like it'd keep things organized and keep newcomers up to date. Pretty cool, if Jim said so himself, if a little boring for him to listen to. He never liked listen to other people go on long tangents.
Jim still hadn't invested himself in Tanglewood culture, though. He just wasn't the type to really care, except he should because he lives here now. He doesn't know the rankings, though they're understandable, at least. Seriously though, why the hell was the badge called Gatorbait? Should Jim be concerned?  Maybe not, but he is a little concerned about the actual deaths. What'd happened? He'd push for answers, but Jim doesn't think it's his place. He never knew them, and the only way it really affects Jim is that the medic was dead. Which sucks.
"Aye," Jim murmurs under his breath towards the end of the announcements, tail swishing. None of it really applies to him, but that's okay. It takes time to get involved in stuff. ... Well, it did for most people, most of the time. Not everyone got promoted to First Officer right away immediately.

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