Sheesh, at this rate I'm gonna be all day Monday just reading to catch up. Good to see a game so active!
Thorson continues his last couple of days of convalescence on the Starbase. Today he got a massage from a member of a race with 27 fingers on each hand. Took the kinks right out. Felt like a chorus line of fat-legged spiders. We shall call this race the ...Lotsafingarns. 
He still misses his mead. He figures Drake, Tochi or someone else has probably raided the decoy stash by now.
The one with the laxative in it. A particularly...robust one from Earth...for horses, I believe.
He chuckles to himself, and turns in for the night.