I'll drink to that -- whatever that is! Cheers! [open]

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Sakura had scoped out the Drunken Dragon before, if she'd never spent time in the tavern, even with Kang making a point of letting it be known alcohol wasn't the only thing offered at the tavern. Sakura hadn't been too inclined toward fruit juices in the last few whatever units of time since she glooped out of a pod and got felt up in the cleaning chamber. In fact, the ship as a whole made her relationship to odd (and familiar) viscous liquids rather chancy altogether.

None of this was on her mind tonight. This morning. This afternoon. No, whatever actual time this was, the Melting Clock was destroyed, the last few missions that had been chancy for crew were over and no casualties were reported to depress everyone, the Ohm weren't currently about to be directly engaged, Sakura and most of MedBay staff that could afford to be off shift were off shift (if Henderson didn't show himself, she'd be sad, and by all means Rory better be here after his last few "weeks"), and most importantly?

She would never have to talk or hear from Analog again.

"Here's to surviving the last few," she trailed off, "Last few crises, and whatever else is coming! Cheers!" She held up her clay mug to anyone in the general vicinity, tacking on a silent, Wish you were here, everyone. And I hope you cough up a cog or two, Analog!

[ ooc: Please, thread-jack with vigorous energy and wild abandon! ]

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"Metronome, that was his name, I think." She squinted, making herself remember -- then nodded. Yes. Metronome! "How do you think he ended up feeling about our production?" She smiled, a smaller upturn of her lips. "Considering half of us probably haven't done anything quite like that before. You were good!"

She thought. She didn't have much of a background for performance art to really have an opinion she felt mattered, one way or the other.

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"Well, everyone's back to normal, so I guess he couldn't have hated it!" He gave a playful shrug. "I know I had fun with it, though. I knew the story well enough. You ever read it?"

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Sakura shook her head. "Until I told Billy I'd be willing to help out, I'd never even heard of the play. I also think," she confessed, leaning toward Jr just a bit, "He was telling me a big fat lie in saying the Nurse is anything like what I do." She nodded. Yes. That had been a real stretch on his part. "How about you? Shakespeeair someone you read before?"

She messed up some of Shakespeare's name, frowning in consternation. "Shakespeare," she corrected. "That's his name."

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"Yeah, it's good stuff! Pretty ancient even by Earth's standards, much less where I come from, but you know how it goes. The timeless stuff is just that for a reason. I bet they've got it in the Media Library if you're ever interested!"

Jr. tapped on the rim of his cup idly. "What do you do?" he asked, now wondering what had led Billy to that conclusion about her.

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"Is any of it more readable than what we just preformed?"

She was mostly serious. "I work in Medical," she offered by way of explanation. "He was confl... mixing up the idea of a nurse and a caretaker."

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"Ah, I know exactly what you mean! Yeah, no, not the same thing at all."

And then Jr. gave Sakura an awkward smile. "But I'm sorry to say, the actual story is pretty much what we performed up there."

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Sakura stared at Jr... then laughed. "Don't tell me everything he wrote's like that."

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"H-hey!" he replied with a childish defense to his voice. "What's wrong with that?"

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"Teenagers killing themselves for love? That was supposed to be a tragedy, right? That they were so short sighted." She snorted, bringing her mug close to her chest. "That they wanted to die rather than go on alone."

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"If you like the slightly more lighthearted stuff, A Midsummer Night's Dream is a good way to go," he pointed out before taking another drink from his mug.

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"I may not be much for plays," she admitted. "At least not right now."