Communications Log

Hoshi didn't have any classes on Tuesdays so she was free to sleep in. For some reason, the name "Malcolm" was on her lips as she woke up. She didn't know anyone named Malcolm, but for some reason she was dreaming about this one who was really important to her. At least this dream wasn't as bad as the ones she had when she was sick.

There were a lot of other details about the last few days that were really difficult to recall. Hoshi shrugged it off, thinking it was another side effect of her illness. She rolled over on her side, pulled her blankets up under her chin, and tried to go back to sleep, even if her brain would not stop wondering who Malcolm was.

[Door closed, but post is open]

Hoshi was sitting on her bed, holding a pencil and looking it over very closely. Of course she had seen pencils before. Her beloved grandfather had used them even after data padds became widely available. She just never thought that she would get to use one.

The welcome picnic had certainly been an eye-opening experience. Her first two classes had been completely different for what she had prepared. Still, she was making friends for the first time. The people here were really nice. It was almost enough to make her forget that she needed to find a way to obtain currency.

[Door and post are open!]