The following message was left on all consoles.
‘Party on holodeck one beginning 1700 hours. Catch up with old friends or make new ones. Come one come all. Dress casual.’
Tera stood in the empty holodeck fine tuning the program and finally finishing moments before guests would hopefully arrive.
It was an indoor/outdoor restaraunt with a small stage and band that knew many genres of music. She walked out from behind the bar to survey the spaces. It oculd have been on Earth or have a dozen Class M planets but, over all, Tera was pleased with the effect.
Walking down the long buffet she made a few changes to the menu and decided to call it good before her OCD took over.
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