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Ten rounds at the Drunken Dragon...

The addition of a few new drinks, Kaylee hopes, will help get a few newbies into the bar, which will hopefully help it getting everyone a bit more relaxed than they have been. Not everyone on Stacy necessarily like beer or ale, so some vodka and wine open it up nicely to different tastes. Kaylee has also managed to rig up some nice cross-between-Chinese-and-folksy-sounding music, which she can be found dancing to on occasion behind the bar or while she's delivering drinks to tables.

Bar's open, everybody. Come try the new drinks--just don't start any trouble, or the Draconian in the corner will take you out.

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Kaylee could only laugh in agreement at that statement. There was too much happening on Stacy at any given time that having a moment's peace meant the ship was probably about to crash. "It'll be a good warnin' sign that somethin's about to, at least. We'll know to head for the bunker."

It said a lot, about both of their characters, that Kaylee couldn't help but think she might have done the same, even knowing the consequences.

"You tried, and that's more than a lot of folks could say."

"I wish there was a bunker," Katara said, not bitterly even though she meant the statement. "I mean, when these things happen, no one really knows where they need to go, what to do. They just sort of get caught up in the craziness. It'd be nice to have a bunker, really."

She took another sip of wine, then put her glass down. "I hoped I could have been more help, but the situation was pretty delicate, it wasn't like we could just go charging into battle after him like usual. It was really tricky."

Katara WAS still kind of curious about Kaylee and Jamie, but she was stifling that curiosity for the moment.

"It'd make life a hell of a lot easier. Maybe that's somethin' to work on." She paused, thinking it over, before glancing back to Katara. "Assignments, I mean, not necessarily a bunker. We got a lot of newer folks who might need the extra help on where to go and what to do."

Kaylee leaned to rest her elbows on the counter, taking a draw from her mug of cider. The entire situation sounded like their encounter with Dobson back home, in a way. A delicate situation and a madman with a nervous trigger finger... "That's life in a nutshell, though. A bunch of sensitive choices that all hold more meanin' than people think they do. But you gotta make 'em anyways, and even when they don't work out the way you planned don't necessarily mean they was wrong."

She smiled. "Actually, that's whay I'm here with all thsi paperwork. I'm co-leader of the Outsiders, kind of a child version of a lot of the teams gathered on the ship, but there are teens and a few adults there too. I'm trying to figure out what else I can do to help them. You know, if you have any suggestions I'd be happy to hear them."

She nodded. She remembered all too well the last time she was conflicted on choice: the Ohm attack, and leaving Dean and the others to put out the fire sos he could fight another advancubng Ohm. She had thought it had been the wrong decision, but realized that taking down an Ohm who could cause MORE potential damage was worse than leaving her team members.

"Yeah, I hear you," she said, taking another siop of wine. "What do you do for fun, Kaylee? I haven't been having a lot of that lately, to be honest."

"I'll see if I can't think up a few things and let you know. For starters, though, if any of the kids might be interested in workin' with some Engineerin' basics, 'M sure Billy wouldn't mind at least a session or two in teachin' about Stacy. Might help their understandin' a bit better, 'specially for those of 'em from less technologically advanced homes... Somethin' out there."

Kaylee laughed, motioning around the bar.

"This is a part of my fun," she replied. "I like talkin' with folks, like hearin' their stories, and this is a pretty shiny place for just that. Fiddle with mechanics for another part of my fun. There's always somethin' that might be better just around the next screw turn..." Thrilling, was what that was. "And friends 'n crew...nothin' tops bein' around them durin' my downtime."

"That sounds like a great idea!" Katara said. "Honestly, Billy had tried to teach me bits and pieces, but my brother is really the guy that has the mind for it! Still, a lot of them are different, I'll see who likes what. I know this sounds like something Lash already does."

She knew exactly what Kaylee was talking about: it had been the thing that had kept her sane on the ship. She remembered all of them when Stacy had allowed, and they had all helped in the changes that led to her now. She remembered that this was why she liked Kaylee: at times, they thought the same way.

"It sounds like a great job," she said. "I haven't kept track of the Council...are you on it? You sound a little like you could be."

"Brother...it was. Sokka, right?" She'd heard him mentioned once or twice before. "Lash is as good as anybody to do it, maybe better. She's eccentric 'bout it, at the least."

Ah, but the Council. Kaylee smiled, wrinkling her nose the slightest bit. "Not on the Council, unless they voted me onto it without my knowin'. Ain't exactly my cup of tea. But I could ask why you ain't on it either..."

"Yeah, it was," Katara said, looking a little wistful. "If he were still here, I'm sure he would have been knee deep in engineering. He was already starting to learn a little about how things worked. And Lash is...pretty interesting, last I heard."

She laughed. "I help run the Outsiders, I still train in sword fighting and combat with Kang and Ronan, and get to train on my own. I barely have time to do something like that. It's something you have to devote a lot of yourself to. Besides, I'd rather learn about other people and their differences all on my own. If anyone from council needs help, I can try and lend a hand."

Especially if said Council member was Matt, but Katara left that part out.

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