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Grissom is in the bar, once again reading up on the rites of the summer solstice.

He is humming under his breath, a song he heard several times in the lab. If one listens closely, one would recognize it as "Somewhere Only We Know".

He is keeping a casual eye out for Jack, but is open for conversation.

[Summary: Grissom welcomes his dear friend Catherine to Milliways. They discuss the loss of Sara for the Vegas lab, and whether or not the Bar could manage to get weirder. (Answer: Definitely) Grissom also meets Lt. Naraht for the first time, prompting a discussion on the origins of forensic science. Asar-Suti rounds out the afternoon with a discussion on popular names.]

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"Lt. Dahai Iohor Naraht of the Federation Starship Enterprise," he answered, waving a bit of fringe in greeting. "I'm sorry for disturbing you."

"Not a problem," he manages, still blinking a bit. "A pleasure, Lieutenant."

The Horta's body bobbed a bit. "Thank you, sir. And my I know whom I have the honor of addressing?"

"Dr. Gil Grissom. I am a forensic entomologist out of Las Vegas, Nevada. The year 2005."

That perks Naraht's interest. "Indeed! Did you by any chance work with Dr. Bill Bass? Lt. Chaer works forensics for our science department has telling me about the history of his profession. It was around your time that the first Body Farm was started, was it not?"

"I'm afraid I'm unfamiliar with that particular specialist--I would have to see if he is from my time period. But yes, body farms were put into use during the latter part of the twentieth and the early twenty-first centuries."

Naraht doesn't have a head to nod, but you kind get the impression of one from his body language. "I'm simply amazed that the scientific investigation of events after death began so relatively late in your planet's history. Surely there was a need for the knowledge long before then."

He pauses to munch a little more of his marble. It produces some relatively loud grinding and hissing.

[ooc: *headdesk* Blame the mun and not the pup. And hey, the guy just fell in love. He's earned the right to be absent-minded. :P]

"Indeed there was, but for centuries people were taught not to question such events by various authority and religious figures. Once science became an accepted domain of thought, that began to change."

"Ahhhh, the twin barriers of dogma and superstition. Even in the Federation we occasionally run into them. Mostly from allies or our newer members."

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