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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"Not fair," she said gravely, shaking her head no. "Be divertin' material from the war effort."

A pity, really. You could get some really great effects by deep-frying meat in a hot oil bath under heavy gravity. Sort of dual use, right?

"I could use another cup of brain. No wait, no, no, that's...the other person. They want more brain. I - shouldn't want more cider."

Shouldn't.

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"Someone wants brains?" Sakura frowned. "Keep more things out of mind. Sight. out of sight, out of mind," she finished, almost sing-song. "You want more cider anyway?"

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"I - shhhhouldn't." She looked like she was trying to haul herself back to sobriety with her eyebrows. "On shift tomorrow."

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Sakura nodded solemnly. "Maybe water. Better when you're on shift."

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"Water, right. I could just go - DRINK the whole river! Lotsa free water!" She swayed alarmingly in her seat, but managed to catch her balance.

"Or maybe, or maybe," she muttered, "maybe I should go back to my li'l bed." She peered blearily at Sakura. "You okay here? Y'don't need me to walk you anywheres, do you?"

Considerate, even when sloshed.

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Sakura waved her hand lazily in place of shaking her head. "I'm fine. I'm always fine," she said, drawing out the always. "Go, sleep! Now that we can use our own beds 'gain!"

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No more curling up under her desk to sleep, right. The desk wasn't friendly enough. The nostril-bunks were much nicer. And so long as she chose a different one at random every night, no one could find her easily.

Except by smell. Or by magic. Or with super-hearing. Or - however they might find her.

No time to worry about that now. She hauled herself upright, deliberately by steps, and looked around to make sure she wasn't actually leaving Sakura all by herself. Then she worked her way to her feet, and pointed herself at the door.

"Don't drink anything I wouldn't drink," were her parting words as she wavered out.

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Or by Stacy, because this ship was a brat for being all everyone at once.

Sakura watched Anwei as she made for the door, leaning backward precariously and waving as a send off. "Such a nice person," she commented to herself. "Very, very helpful. Oooh I need... water. Water would be good."