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[Fortescue is used to losing a little time here and there. That's the life of someone who drinks heavily. But coming back to herself in a part of the ship she's never been in? While sober? That's different. She's about to chalk it off to the ache in her healing right knee that's been bothering her — maybe she's back to the woozy part of her injury — but then she spots something that doesn't really fit the decor of the ship. Something painted, angry and red, and she decides to get back to a part of the ship she recognizes.

A bar, more specifically. Because suddenly she really, really needs a drink. And to sit down, because her knee is back to shooting pains up her leg. She downs half of the drink quickly — barely paying attention to what it is — before she pulls her comm out. Jazz is spends the time prowling the bar, the slim black cat stopping occasionally to sniff interesting objects.]

So who's the madcap artist having a bit of fun?

[It had been interesting. She'll give it that.]

While this place could use some livening up, I'm not sure that disturbing painting really sends off the right vibes. Much like those smiley faces.