Making more of the backlog:

Eternity in a Bottle

A fanfic by: Berk Watkins

Sol Bianca is the property of AIC.



Feb's drunk again,

Again? But that implies there are times when she isn't. :)

BTW, is this original SB, or the second series?


I caught a snap of it as I was jolted out of my

sleep.  She sings pretty well when she's plastered, but it's

I think 'it has' would be better.

 a jarring

effect on me, since I live in the apartments next to her's.

hers

  I've never

ben

been

able to quite puzzle

drop 'quite' unneccesary.

 out why hearing something like that twice can

shock me out of a sound, physical sleep quite

I'd drop this one too

that easily.  It was never

something predicted when I agreed to this little experiment...  How long
ago was it now?

That parses off as well. I'd reword it

I can't even remember.

They say the first thing to go's your memory.

It took a moment longer to sort out my senses.  In one eye I could see
the swirling of hyperspace around me as I swam through it like a fish,
and with the other I could se

see

And now we know it's June

the gloom of my apartments.  I could smell

both the afterbirth of long-dead stars and the scent of clean cotton at
the same time.

That's another thing I hate.

But I've gotten used to it.

I'd combine that as being connected to the same feeling. Or join 'That's'
with the paragraph above it.

I'm gonna have to do some research one of these days in case something
breaks down and my reptile brain and my higher brain stop talking to one
another across the separate containers they reside in.

Cute turn of the phrase

There wasn't going to be any more sleep for me that night.  By the time
I'd managed to figure out which set of senses I was supposed to be
using, Feb had degenerated from being mildly drunk to being roaring
drunk.  Her little tune, which was a little

little overused. Drop the first one

Girl needs to get a boyfriend.

Or at least laid.

A bit hard on a ship that only has women. Makes for good yuri though. :)

I don't consider myself having caught up on my sleep for the next few
hundred years.  I like to think of it as a hobby of mine.  May collects
stuffed animals, April collects guns,

And shoots them

 Jani collects extra pounds of

muscle and Feb collects liver cells that want to kill her.

Heh

Me?  I collect sleep.

Lots of it.

I'm very good at it too.

Dead on my feet, but too rattled to really get anymore rest,

I know that feeling.

The most recent addition to our crew just nodded once and wandered over
to the couch and sat down next to me.  We've had this arrangement as
long as she's been on board.  I guess that out of the rest of them, I'm
the most approachable.  Jani's a little younger than I am,

A lot younger, chronologically. :)

On our last raid, May fell in love with the largest stuffed bear I've
seen in years, tucked away in a packing crate destined for some spoilt

spoiled

It didn't really take that long for her to nod off and go back to sleep,
though it left me in a slightly awkward position with regards to my
drink.  Surrendering it to become spoilt,

and here

I might be missing several major organs and have the upper part of my
brain living in a transparent aluminum jar in the central computer, but
even I need my beauty rest.  Sometimes, if I'm lucky, I can even manage
to catch a dream.

Or some echo of one.

Nice slice of life thing from June's POV, though I'd have prefered original
SB version. It was more fun.

DB Sommer

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